Unwritten - H.S
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Last published Sun, Jun 29, 2025
"Tell me a secret," he whispers, his thumb tracing the ghost-lines on her palm.
"I don't have any secrets," she lies, her heartbeat steadily tapping the truth against her ribs.
He leans closer, voice warm and daring as it spreads along the hollow of her throat.
"Everyone has ghosts. Even the quiet kind"
In a rain-soaked corner of Paris, Isolde Laurent tends to the ghosts her mother left behind: a crumbling bookshop, unfinished letters, and the fear that loving someone always ends in leaving. Harry Styles-- half-wild poet, half-runaway soul-- slips into her hidden world one stormy afternoon, desperate to disappear from his own legend.
Bound by ink, secrets, and the hush of unwritten confessions, they become each other's safest hiding place. But the past has a habit of haunting the living - and sometimes, the quietest ghosts demand to be heard.
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Deceptive {H.S}
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Obsidian h.s
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Harry Styles AU Riley Smith was the epitome of self preservation. She had mastered the art of building a fortress around herself, so thick and impenetrable that at 27 years old, no one really knew who she was. At times, she didn't even know herself. By day, she runs 'Buttercups Cake and Coffee' stand at a London Indoor Market. By night, she wallows in a pool of aching loneliness and depression. That is, until a ghost from her past returns, in the form of once best friend now nemesis Harry Styles. And he's opened his own stall on the Market, right next to hers. She can't hide from Harry. He has his very own key to her fortress, because he knows all of her dark little secrets. As her walls begin to crumble, can Riley hold herself up or will she fall down with them?
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