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"If I didn't hate you I'd tell you to stop being such a fucking tease."

"If I didn't hate you maybe I'd actually want to fuck you. Shut up, Harry."

"Why do you even work here? You're just some trust fund bitch who lives off daddy's money."

"Like you're not? Your dad literally owns this place. You're just some washed-up prick." 

"Anna-" 

"Leave Harry. Some of us actually have a job to do."

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Annabelle Heyford, a 22-year-old college student, picks up a job at the bar her best friend, Maeve, and her brother work at. 

Harry Styles, a 23-year-old college dropout, works at his father's bar. He's freshly single, coming out of a long, toxic relationship. 

She thinks he's a washed-up dick with no work ethic. He thinks she's a pretentious bitch who lives off her parents' money. 

But those thoughts don't stick around too long...All Rights Reserved

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pro bono | H.S. by pumpkinspicelatte___

Harry tilted his head, eyes scanning her as if weighing her carefully, the faintest smile tugging at his lips. "You talk like you've got something to prove." Isla leaned back slightly, setting her pen down with a soft click. She folded her arms, her posture unbothered. "I don't actually. I already proved it." He raised both eyebrows in mock surprise, a soft chuckle escaping him as he straightened up in his chair. "Let me guess. Daddy was a lawyer. You're trying to outdo him?" Her gaze sharpened, her lips pressing into a tight line as she met his challenge. "No. Daddy was a mechanic. He taught me to spot bullshit before it stains the carpet." The grin that spread across his face was genuine this time-amused and impressed. "Okay, Grant. That one almost impressed me." "You think this is a game, Styles. But I'm the only one sitting on your side of the table." A beat of silence. Harry watched her, expression unreadable, as she turned to leave. His gaze followed her, his eyes narrowing as if deciding something in his mind. "You coming back tomorrow?" "Depends. You planning to waste my time again?" He then smiled, a slow, almost imperceptible smile that didn't quite reach his eyes. "I might let you save me, counselor. Just a little." © 2025 . All rights reserved.

When Life Shifts by TopazRoze

Arianna Jo Coulter hates starting a new job, at twenty-five she'd been working as an ER nurse in her hometown since she graduated from nursing school. The problem with that is, she knew everyone coming in and out, making her job hard at times. One of the hardest things about being in a small town is relationships and when they end. Ari started dating Eric in college, at first he was so sweet and caring. After she graduated, got a job, he continued with his schooling due to his studying to be a doctor, they just didn't see each other as often. Eric started changing, yelling all the time, putting his hand on her in anger. So before it could go to far, Ari breaks up with him, decides it's time for a change, and applies to several different hospital's in bigger towns far from home. Problem is before she finds out if she gets a new job, her parents and younger sister are killed in a wreck, hit by a drunk driver. Now Ari is even more determined to move away. Harry Edward Styles loves his job, being the youngest doctor ever hired at John Hopkins University Hospital is something he'll never take for granted. He worked his ass off in medical school to graduate early, doing his clinicals a year before most of the others in his class. Everyone in his family knew his dream was to become the head of the ER someday, and at thirty-two, and two years of being considered one of the top doctor's at the hospital he was well on his way making his dream come true. The only thing missing is love, yeah he dates, on occasion, but nothing serious. Harry wants that heart racing, breath stealing, feeling you get when you know you meet the ONE. Until that happens he has his job and few friends. This story is 100% mine. I'll try my best to make any and all medical terms as real as possible. If I get any wrong I'm sorry. This is my first attempt at writing anything relating to this subject. Thank you for reading if you do. All the love, TopazRoze.

Before The End (One Direction) by BomPomm

"I wasn't addicted to drugs. Yes, I liked using drugs, but to call me an addict would be a false accusation. But then, why can't I stop?" Harry Styles seemingly had everything a 16 year old could ever dream of. He was attractive, famous, rich and part of the biggest boyband in the world. His life outwardly appeared to be a straight line of perfection. Then he met Cory Bleu and things changed. Desperate to escape his childlike boybander persona, Harry allows Cory to take him on a dive headfirst into the dark side of the celebrity world that he's been sheltered from. Without warning he's thrust into a life of lies, scandal, sex, violence and especially drugs. Faced with a growing addiction that he can't seem to stop and the unexpected death of someone incredibly important to him, Harry starts to wonder if he can ever get out of the hole he's buried himself in. Can Harry recognize the consequences of his actions before he hurts everyone he loves? *Trigger Warning: Deals with drug abuse, alcoholism, suicide, depression, self harm, sexual abuse, etc.*

Being Human || Harry Styles by xxellsxx3

"I'm the one asking questions here, darling. You can ask questions when I say you can ask questions. Got it?" he spat, his tone laced with cold authority. My eyes dropped instinctively to my feet, the sudden rush of fear made me mute. I nodded quickly, not wanting to piss him off more. My heart pounded, reminding me how powerless I felt. ----- It has been 2 years since the the dead spread their shadow across the planet. Danger lurks around every corner in a world overrun by the dead. Humanity clings to survival, confined to crumbling hideouts while supplies are dwindling. The streets run red with blood, and fear is pushing people to their breaking point - forcing them to commit unspeakable acts in the name of survival. Maeve Logan is a 21 year old woman who is resourceful, resilient, and hardened by the horrors she's faced in this world. Maeve has learned to adapt quickly, scavenging for supplies and mastering the art of silence to avoid detection by both the dead and the living. But one slip up caused chaos. Harry Styles is a 24 year old man with a relentless drive to protect the ones he loves, no matter the cost. His moral compass had eroded under the pressure of a world gone mad, leaving him to cross any line - whether it's killing threats without hesitation or taking hostages to secure resources for his group. Sometimes the living are far more dangerous than the dead... A broken world brought them together. She had a shattered soul, and him, a hardened heart. There was much more to face before they saw a future. Many scars, tears and losses to endure before they saw the light.

RED ROOM [H.S] by sweetfixs

***completed*** NOW PUBLISHED ON AMAZON Harry Styles. The strange one. The freak. The one who was too kind for his own good, trapped in a world where his job was to bring people pain. Sophia 'Spice' Winters. The dancer. The stripper. The one who who trapped in a world where her job was to provide men with nothing but pleasure. -- "What don't you understand?" Harry seethed, his hands gripping the roots of his hair. "I'm not the good guy here, Sophia. I'm bad, everything about me is fucking bad." Harry looked as if he was about to rip his hair out, his wild eyes shinning with madness. He looked unhinged, raw and angry. It should of frightened me. That look alone should of been enough to send me running. He didn't look like the shy man I first met. He looked...crazy. His fingers were coated in red, stained with the blood of another. He didn't seem to care though. "If I was you Sophia, I would run away. Run as far away as you possibly can, because I promise you...An evil part of me won't let you go, and I hate myself for that. I want you to run away, to a place that I can't ever find you. You'll be safe that way."

matilda | hs by omystylesx

you can let it go you can throw a party full of everyone you know and not invite your family, 'cause they never showed you love you don't have to be sorry for leaving and growing up ~~~~ I look over at her, her eyes gleaming, "What is this?" All she does is admire her creation in front of her for a moment; the three cairns lined up side by side next to each other. When she finally turns to me, I can tell her eyes are glossy from tears welling up at her waterline. "I'm making my own family." ~~~~ A story in which a girl struggling with trauma falls in love with a boy that is too. Can they help pull each other out of the hole they've dug or will they bury themselves even deeper? DO NOT COPY MY WORK © copyrighted 2025 ~~~~ highest ratings: #1 in fineline #1 in hslot #1 in soloharrystyles #1 in zaynmalik #1 in louistomlinson #1 in styles #1 in onedirection #2 in harrystyles #5 in harryedwardstyles #7 in 1direction -- started: February 17th, 2025 ended: (ongoing)

On The House - Louis Tomlinson AU by vodkabeersandregrets

"Yeah, well... I'm starting to think I got stood up." The bartender clicks his tongue, setting his towel down with a slow shake of his head. "Fucking tragic. Can't say I understand it. If I had a date with you, I'd be here an hour early, dressed to fucking impress, already working out ways to keep you entertained all night." I raise an eyebrow, half-smirking. "Smooth." "Don't flatter me yet, love. That was just the warm-up." He nods toward my half-finished wine. "Tell you what-since your bloke's clearly an idiot, this one's on the house." I blink. "Seriously?" He shrugs, like it costs him absolutely nothing. "What can I say? I've got a soft spot for beautiful people with shit luck." His smirk deepens. "Also, it's good fucking business. You stay longer, you order more, and I get to look like the hero. Everyone wins." I shake my head, laughing as he pours me another glass with the kind of effortless confidence that suggests he's done this a thousand times before-offered a pretty girl a free drink, flashed a dangerous grin, made her night a little less shit. He slides the glass toward me. "Louis, by the way." "Bee," I say, taking a sip.

The Register | H.S. by tbslangel

*Story contains mature content* They always told me that I will become the person they raised me to be but they never mentioned that one day a green eyed creature was going to turn my whole life upside down. - He pulled away from me slowly. "What a pure soul you have, Angel." He said to me while softly moving his finger from my forehead to my jaw. "But why do I have this effect on you if you love him as much as you pretend?" I took a moment to assimilate his words. My brain was running in slow motion due to the effect he was having on me. If only I had the answer. - HIGHEST RANKING #1 in harrystylesdark #1 in hs # 1 in harry #1 in longhairharry #1 in darkharrystyles #1 in lhh #2 in harryedwardstyles #3 loveatfirstsight #4 in styles #8 in harrystylesfanfiction #8 in harrystylesfanfic #9 in stylesfanfic #14 in daddyissues #15 in louistomlinson #25 in domesticviolence #25 in hsau #29 in mentaldisorder - ALL RIGHTS RESERVED TO @tbslangel NOT ALLOWING TRANSLATIONS! CONTAINS VULGAR LANGUAGE/ DESCRIPTIVE VIOLENCE / SEXUAL CONTENT/ DRUG ABUSES/ MENTAL HEALTH READ AT OWN RISK!

Spotlight |h.s| by kiwiharryy

I hate her, I hate her, I fucking hate her. If she died right now, I wouldn't care. My main concern would be how I would get my money for this stunt. I have not an ounce of a feeling for this girl in front of me, yet I can't move under her angry gaze. I wouldn't dare. "Fuck you." I whisper out a pitiful insult to get the last word. "Fuck you." She replies just as quietly, taking a deep inhale as she holds our eye contact. She grinds her jaw as she stays looking at me, eyes scanning over my face with a huff. I hold my same scowl, still not backing away from her. I'm stuck in my place, my face not even an inch away from hers. I don't know how it happened, who started it, or what, but before I know it, her lips are on mine and I'm shoving her body backwards into the shelf. - Aubrey Hart and Harry Styles, costars in the movie "Forbidden Connection", hate each other. On screen, they're happily in love and yearning for each other's touch. Outside of that, though, it's constant yelling and fighting between the two of them. There's never a second of peace. Harry goes too far with what he says and Aubrey claps back in an instant. They don't clash very well whatsoever. When they're offered a big paycheck for a PR relationship, will the forced closeness become a little too real? Will they start to grow an understanding for each other? It's like they all say... there's a fine line between love and hate. **MATURE CONTENT** HIGHEST RANKINGS #1 in enemiestolovers #1 in harrystyles #1 in louistomlinson #1 in zaynmalik #1 in liampayne STARTED JANUARY 2021 - COMPLETED JULY 2021

Into The Fire [H.S.] by AshyRAWRR

Harry Styles alternate universe fanfiction. DISCLAIMER--- This is a fiction! Everything within the story is a figment of my imagination. I am in no way affiliated with any entities in the story. It's all fake and in no way shape or form depicts real life. ---- He manages a club, she is a massage therapist, who moonlights as a bartender. At night, she's backup singer, he's a struggling musician. She ran away from a life of privilege, for reasons far more sinister than anyone knows. And now she more than anybody else understands the hussle it takes to pay your bills. He dreams of a better life, for himself, for his loved ones. For his family. One that involves nothing illegal to make money to provide. When he first meets her, he is in awe of her. There's just a few problems. He doesn't do relationships. She can't only have a physical relationship. Mature themes; including drugs, violence, language, sexual content, ect.. NO TRANSLATIONS

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Harry tilted his head, eyes scanning her as if weighing her carefully, the faintest smile tugging at his lips. "You talk like you've got something to prove." Isla leaned back slightly, setting her pen down with a soft click. She folded her arms, her posture unbothered. "I don't actually. I already proved it." He raised both eyebrows in mock surprise, a soft chuckle escaping him as he straightened up in his chair. "Let me guess. Daddy was a lawyer. You're trying to outdo him?" Her gaze sharpened, her lips pressing into a tight line as she met his challenge. "No. Daddy was a mechanic. He taught me to spot bullshit before it stains the carpet." The grin that spread across his face was genuine this time-amused and impressed. "Okay, Grant. That one almost impressed me." "You think this is a game, Styles. But I'm the only one sitting on your side of the table." A beat of silence. Harry watched her, expression unreadable, as she turned to leave. His gaze followed her, his eyes narrowing as if deciding something in his mind. "You coming back tomorrow?" "Depends. You planning to waste my time again?" He then smiled, a slow, almost imperceptible smile that didn't quite reach his eyes. "I might let you save me, counselor. Just a little." © 2025 . All rights reserved.