Forever A Cheater (Harry Styles)
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Huling na-publish Wed, Nov 9, 2016
Most people around the world today are struggling to make end's meet. They're worried about feeding their children, paying their bills and keeping their jobs. I, on the other hand, have a pretty good life. I live with my boyfriend, Harry Styles. He pays for absolutely everything we need, and everything I want. I work as a saleswoman at Bloomingdale's, but the money I make there is nothing compared to the amounts Harry brings in. The way I sound, you would think I'm a gold digger. I'm really not. When Harry and I first dated 2 years ago, I told myself that I'd work for everything, and pay for half of everything. But then once Harry and I hit our third year of being together, things changed. The smell of cheap perfume on his shirts, the red lipstick on his collars, his late night phone calls and early morning arrivals assured me Harry Styles was cheating on me.
*ik, ik, I am a dirty liar. Please forgive me!!*
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Deceptive {H.S}
"Why do you care?" he asks. But it's not soft. It's sharp, defensive, like he's already bracing for the answer. I want to tell him the truth. Because you saved me. Because you're the only one who makes me feel real. Because if you fall apart, I don't know what happens to the rest of us. Instead, I just say, "Maybe I want to understand." He scoffs, no humor in it. "You don't. Trust me." Silence stretches between us. Then he steps forward, close enough that I can see the way his hands won't stop shaking. "You already know too much," he says, voice low. "More than you ever should've." I don't look away. "Then tell me the rest." He shakes his head. "It's not your place. You don't get to ask." "But I am asking." He exhales sharply. "Jesus, Lily. This isn't a story with a clean ending. I'm not a mystery. I'm a goddamn warning sign. I'm dangerous." I flinch, but I don't move. And that pisses him off more. He takes a step back like he's going to leave, then pauses. His eyes flick to my jacket. In one quick motion, he reaches in and pulls out the burner phone. "I think this belongs to me," he says, tone sharp but quiet. No accusation. Just fact. I don't respond. Just watch as he slips it into his pocket, like closing a door I wasn't supposed to open. He looks at me for one long second, jaw clenched. "Go home," he says again, this time like a warning. And this time, I believe him. He crushes the cigarette under his boot, turns his back, and walks down the alley, leaving me standing in the dark. - Lily didn't ask to be assigned to him. Harry Styles is a name whispered like a warning, famous for his ink, infamous for everything else. Brooding. Untouchable. But Lily has a habit of looking too closely. And when she finds something she shouldn't, the line between curiosity and consequence begins to blur. He told her to stay away. She should've listened. - TW: emotional abuse, manipulation, drugs, sex, violence, trauma.Kumpleto
𝐏𝐈𝐄𝐑𝐂𝐄𝐃 // 𝐇.𝐒.
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Freedom
Harry Styles had it all. He was a record-selling artist who played on all the big arenas around the world. His shows were always sold out and he had the best fanbase. The only thing he didn't have was the one thing he wanted the most: freedom. He had been discovered at age 16 and he had been too naive. He and his mom had signed a ten-year-long contract and they didn't understand then that they signed away his freedom. His management controlled almost everything. They refused to let him come out as gay. Instead, they made him look like a womanizer, forcing him to go on date after date with beautiful high profile women. Harry was so tired of it. He somehow managed to convince his manager to give him three months off. He immediately packed his clothes and headed to his farmhouse in the north of England for some alone time. To his surprise the old couple that was his only neighbors had their grandson helping them out. A gorgeous blue-eyed man named Louis... Purely fictional. Smutwarning!Kumpleto
Drugged h.s. AU
I stared at the emerald eyed boy who told me I had fell into a coma, and shouldn't remember a thing. I was to scared to correct him, and tell him I didn't forget a thing. His breath was hot on my neck, heavy. "I'm so glad your back, and safe." Back? I'm not staying here. I have a family, a boyfriend, my whole life, and now it's suddenly vanished, right infront of me. I just nodded at him, not wanting to make him angry. He seemed concerned, worried. He should be, he ruined my life, and he thinks I don't remember? What kind of lunatic is he? This lunatic is the man who ruined my life, and his name is, Harry Styles. *Contains swearing and sexual content* <<Don't like, Don't read>> © 2014, k_koontzKumpleto
Harry Styles is Cheating on Me... With Me?!
*WARNING THIS IS NOT YOUR TYPICAL STORY* Haha, hey! How's it going? I'm Amelia Parker, and I've got what everyone wants. My best mate for life, got famous. He was put in a band, and let me tell you how lucky both of us were. He was lucky because... Well that's simple. But I was lucky because I got four new friends! Well... One of them turned out to be more than just friends. Harry Styles is my boyfriend. Louis Tomlinson is my best friend. What could possibly go wrong? Well... Besides the usual mischief, the hate. I understand it, everyone's jealous. But still, it got kind of old. So, when Harry and I became an item, I wore a wig. Simple as that. I had two identities... But things got complicated. I got caught with my wig off... And that didn't go so well. Here's a collection of stories of what we did while the boys toured America, and I came with. Don't worry, it's not too gushy or romantic. In fact, most of it's pretty humorous. It's not all about Harry (but if he asks, tell him it is) it has to do with all of the band. They each definitely have their moments. Oh boy, now I sound like a fangirl. Haha, oh well. Enjoy the ride though... It's gonna be a bumpy one filled with laughs, tears, and a little romance here and there. I know I enjoyed... Most of it.Kumpleto
Protecting Emily
Blame Styles. I mean, I don't blame Harry for the death of my mother or sister or the fact I had a few psychotic boyfriends back then... But I blame him for everything else. I blame him for always trying to "protect me". I blame him for always making me laugh even when I don't want to. I blame him for a lot. But I blame him more for protecting me from my own demons. Maybe if it weren't for Harry, or myself, neither of us would be here right now. So I guess there is one blame I can't pin on him. Or maybe I can... Well- I blame both of us for falling for each other. So much has happened. But love conquers all... right? *Some inspiration on small parts from FeelsDepartment on Instagram*Kumpleto![Insatiable [h.s]](https://img.wattpad.com/cover/263493882-256-k974801.jpg)
Insatiable [h.s]
in·sa·tia·ble adjective of an appetite or desire, impossible to satisfy. Learning to trust and finding ways of getting along aren't really an option for Aurora and Harry. Yet, circumstances force them together when she finds herself stuck in the middle of all of his problems. She quickly discovers that sometimes in order to survive ones company you must become... insatiable. ••• "When you're a kid you are taught that the devil is something you should be scared of. The image of him is etched into your brain at an early age causing you to become terrified of the idea- And I used to be. Until I met him for myself. I was told of a red creature with horns, but I was never warned I'd be mesmerized by a pair of green eyes and velvet lips." ••• STARTED: JULY 3, 2022 COMPLETED: MARCH 24, 2023 ••• HIGHEST RANKINGS: 🥇in harrystyles 🥇in harrystylesau 🥇in darkharry 🥇in ninadobrev 🥇in zaynmalik 🥇in 1D 🥇in niallhoran 🥇in mafia 🥈slowburnKumpleto
things you'll miss » hs
»Welcome to the final show. Hope you're wearing your best clothes. « ➗ "Mein Name ist Harry Styles. Ihr Name ist Carolina, sie stammt aus Holmes Chapel, genau wie ich. Vermutlich war sie der einzige Mensch, der mich je wirklich aufrichtig liebte und das genau so, wie ich war. Nicht schlanker, nicht muskulöser. Ich musste nicht lauter singen, nicht professioneller sein. Nie musste ich mich in ihrer Gegenwart meinem Alter entsprechend verhalten. Um Gottes Willen, wenn ich es tat, hasste sie mich dafür! Ich musste nicht cleverer sein, mich nicht dumm stellen. Sie liebte mich ausnahmslos und das auf eine ganz eigene Art. Und ich habe es verbockt! Dies ist unsere Geschichte...oder zumindest so, wie ich es mir gewünscht hätte. Naja, vielleicht doch eher, wie es sich tatsächlich ereignet hat. Ach, ich weiß auch nicht, Lina. Was soll ich dir hier erzählen? Sie ist gespickt mit neuen und alten Gefühlen, neuen und alten Freunden, viel zu vielen Herausforderungen, als dass ich sie alleine hätte bewältigen könnte. Aber weißt du, was sie eigentlich sagen soll: Ich hab dich lieb, du Stinkstiefel." [Harry Styles FanFiction] © horansuniverse 2018 © wonderful Cover (& title credits) by cxrls_❤️Kumpleto
"Why do you care?" he asks. But it's not soft. It's sharp, defensive, like he's already bracing for the answer. I want to tell him the truth. Because you saved me. Because you're the only one who makes me feel real. Because if you fall apart, I don't know what happens to the rest of us. Instead, I just say, "Maybe I want to understand." He scoffs, no humor in it. "You don't. Trust me." Silence stretches between us. Then he steps forward, close enough that I can see the way his hands won't stop shaking. "You already know too much," he says, voice low. "More than you ever should've." I don't look away. "Then tell me the rest." He shakes his head. "It's not your place. You don't get to ask." "But I am asking." He exhales sharply. "Jesus, Lily. This isn't a story with a clean ending. I'm not a mystery. I'm a goddamn warning sign. I'm dangerous." I flinch, but I don't move. And that pisses him off more. He takes a step back like he's going to leave, then pauses. His eyes flick to my jacket. In one quick motion, he reaches in and pulls out the burner phone. "I think this belongs to me," he says, tone sharp but quiet. No accusation. Just fact. I don't respond. Just watch as he slips it into his pocket, like closing a door I wasn't supposed to open. He looks at me for one long second, jaw clenched. "Go home," he says again, this time like a warning. And this time, I believe him. He crushes the cigarette under his boot, turns his back, and walks down the alley, leaving me standing in the dark. - Lily didn't ask to be assigned to him. Harry Styles is a name whispered like a warning, famous for his ink, infamous for everything else. Brooding. Untouchable. But Lily has a habit of looking too closely. And when she finds something she shouldn't, the line between curiosity and consequence begins to blur. He told her to stay away. She should've listened. - TW: emotional abuse, manipulation, drugs, sex, violence, trauma.
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