"They still write poems about you, you know?" He looked at me strangely, "Why?" I shrugged, "You are a tragedy, people love to dwell on those." He smiled to himself, "There is nothing tragic about grasping what you want... even if it's only for a moment." - last night, I dreamed of Icarus laughing Warning ⚠️ : This story contains swearing, indications of assault, mature content and serious Harry feels. Read at your own discretion.

My friendship for Harry is laying on green grass on a hazy summer afternoon, hot chocolate in winter and swing sets at the park... But my love for Harry is poetry written by hand in leather journals, dried flowers pressed into novels and open button up shirts that expose my black swimmer tops. I realised something; his pinkie wrapped in mine is a feeling I've never realised I crave so badly. Perhaps because I couldn't have it. Not until now. **** With growing up comes change and for Tilly and Harry - change was their detriment. *this story contains mature and explicit content* * COMPLETED* Highest Achievements: #1 in one #1 in onedirection #1 in hs1 #1 in secretlove #1 in harrystyles #1 in films #1 in onedirectionasthemselves

Westlake, South Carolina. Home to Brooklyn Callahan, the best latte maker on the east coast. Or so her mom tells her. She's lived in the mundane town with two stop lights her whole life, never needing more than the beach, her record player, and three coffees a day to counteract her terrible sleep schedule. Nothing interesting has ever happened to her and nothing ever will...that is, until one of the most famous, brown haired, green eyed nineteen year olds in the world waltzes into her work near closing and orders a black coffee. The ten minute exchange doesn't go very far, but with the whole summer ahead of him, Harry is determined to learn more about the first person he's met in a long time that didn't know his name. Brooklyn has only known quiet, and Harry has only known commotion. What happens when they show each other the sides of life they've been missing, overcome trials, and experience heartbreak, all while learning what love is in the process? EXCERPT: "I'm Harry." He says, and I only furrow my brow deeper. "Brooklyn." I say, even though I told him last night. "And I'm confused." "About what?" "You." "Already? We barely know each other yet." "Yet?" "I said I had the summer off." "...Congrats?" He laughs. "If it's not too much trouble, I'd like to make the most of it in your little town you call Westlake." Now I laugh. Hard. Almost a little too hard. And now I'm embarrassed. "Sorry, I just have no idea why you would subject yourself to that." I sigh. "I'd like a little bit of nothing." He says, repeating my words from last night. "I mean I guess there's nothing wrong with that...but why are you telling me this?" His gaze averts from me to the window for a few seconds before he looks back at me and shrugs his shoulders. "Don't know. But I like you, Brooklyn, so maybe you can show me around." - every chapter is based off of a taylor swift song, but you don't have to be a fan of hers to read! <3 STARTED JANUARY 2022 COMPLETED AUGUST 2022

Shine, step into the light. So bright sometimes, but he won't let her go back. *the beginning is a bit rough since I had never written anything before this lol

***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."

Golden, Fire and Magic... that's the answer I give to people whenever they wonder about us, they just nod and smile thinking we're too poetic for them to understand, and honestly, we are. You and I, have the world eating from the palm of our hands, we're the living romance fantasy everyone wishes to experience someday, perfect, fearless, timeless... the kind of romance that has people around the world falling in love with the idea of us us together, almost too fake to be truth. On the outside, we have the world believing in this strategically planned romance that will bring us fame and glory, but what are we behind closed doors? When the world is not there to watch? We're alone, just us... Two souls fighting our own demons, our broken hearts trying to find the light in each other, lovers in the night, just the two of us. We're legends. TW: Minor substance abuse. RANKINGS 18 IN #STYLES

As a thirty two year old fan of Harry Styles, Cassie is used to the eye rolls and groans whenever she mentions his name. What they don't know is that this man has saved her life. When she's drowning in her own mind, it's his voice that brings her back to the surface. After sending a letter that she almost immediately regrets, Cassie assumes it's ended up in the wrong hands but when she forms an unlikely friendship with a stranger, Cassie's life starts to change. Time after time she is reminded of what the people closest to her, think of her. If only there was someone who could help her realise her true self-worth. A love story of a different kind. * * * * * * * * Excerpt: "I didn't mean it! Please believe me. Please don't leave" I plead with everything in me, she can't fucking leave, not like this. Still with my hands on her shoulders while standing behind her, I feel them slump as she sighs. Slowly she starts to turn towards me, all the while looking down at the floor with her hair hanging down around her face so that I can't see it. "Please, stay" I whisper, squeezing her shoulders softly. "Please."

It's been almost twenty years since Liam has had contact with Harry, his ex-fiancé. He moved on and had a pretty good life. But one day, he decides to write to Harry, who is now a famous singer. Dear Harry. Will those two words be able to alter their lifes all over again? What happens when all of their past comes back up, good and bad?

hi im sarah and this is how i fell in love with my best friend and ended up marrying him - yeah, i thought i was gay too. started 12/11/2020

A Harry Styles Short Story "Olivia, You always used to tell me that writing was an entrance to the soul. It had the ability to allow us to express ourselves fully, to create a world which limit was solely your own imagination, and to heal even the deepest of wounds..... And so, given that you are the person that inspired this and all, what better to write about then the story of us? All the Love, H" COMPLETE Warnings: this story may include trauma, language, and death