Making a name for herself as a premiere wedding planner in Los Angeles, Mia Finley, faces her biggest challenge yet when her twin brothers best friend, whom she's had a crush on since she was 14, moves back with a fiancé in tow and enlists her to help plan their upcoming wedding. As they spend more time together, feelings begin to surface and threaten to derail Mia's professional facade and Harry's upcoming marriage.

Harper's job is simple: stay organized, stay professional, and definitely don't run into the headliner. So of course the first thing she does is crash straight into Harry Styles in a storage room. Now she's juggling stadium chaos, missing equipment, and a singer who keeps showing up where she least expects him. A slow‑burn story about almost‑moments, unspoken tension, and the space between two people who shouldn't notice each other... but do. **Please note that this is my first ever written story from start to finish. It is NOT edited, and will change through the months while editing, so be gentle please :)** STARTED: 27/01/2026

She wasn't looking for him. He wasn't supposed to stay. But Lotte, the sharp-eyed café owner with a soft heart and no need for English, knew better. In a quiet Berlin café filled with secondhand furniture, old vinyl records, and Lotte's unbeatable cherry cake, Emi lives a life of stillness-small, steady, safe. Then Harry Styles walks in, quiet and unshaven, trying to disappear. What starts with shared glances and mismatched mugs becomes routines, soup bowls, and late-night confessions. Emi pretends not to know who he is. Harry pretends he's not falling. And Lotte? She sees everything-and starts nudging them together with cake, eye-rolls, and more than a little mischief. But secrets don't stay quiet forever. When the world comes calling and Harry's love songs start sounding a little too familiar, Emi has to choose: stay hidden in her quiet corners-or finally risk being seen. A slow-burn, aching love story about intimacy, anonymity, and the grandmotherly matchmaker who always knew best. --- Warning : It's very slow and very long!

berlin was supposed to be temporary. a place for Harry Styles to disappear, write, and leave without looking back. and her? just someone he met along the way. but temporary turns into routine, and routine turns into something neither of them meant to feel. somewhere between late nights, unfinished songs, and almosts- She stopped being just another part of the city.

Just when their relationship was flourishing, everything else around them began to fall apart. - Harry's life was centered around a career he wasn't proud of until Noah entered his life and gave him the push to find a way out that he had always wanted. (Soft/Boxer Harry AU)

After being dragged on a night out with her best friend Mia, Riley stumbles across something she shouldn't have, putting herself and those closest to her at risk. All her life, all Riley has ever wanted is to feel safe, but when she stumbles across something that she shouldn't, and getting herself involved in a life of crime, drugs and rivalries, will she ever feel that safety she's always longed for? - What's your antidote? top rank - #1 in darkrry

T E T H E R E D (adj.) 'Confined or bound with limited or restricted movement. Also, closely connected with something, and changing when it changes.' ____________________________________________ They were never meant to find their way back to each other. Not after the way he left. Not after everything she had to carry alone. Georgia Hart has spent years holding her life together - her family's ranch, her responsibilities, and the pieces of her heart she refuses to revisit. But when Harry Styles returns to Magnolia Hills, everything she's built starts to feel fragile. He's not the boy she once loved. And she's not the girl he left behind. But no matter how hard they try to keep their distance, something keeps pulling them back - quiet, unrelenting, and impossible to ignore. Because some connections don't break. They stretch. They strain over time. But they never truly let go. They are tethered. __________________________________________ Started on: 19th March 2026

!!Story contains mature and explicit content!! ************* Deliverance- The action of being rescued or set free. Grey Monroe is given 60 days to pay back her debts. 60 days to free the only family she has. Desperately she turns to the quickest cash she knows; an underground gambling tournament. Harry Styles is constantly searching for the next cash grab. When he stumbles upon an underground gambling tournament, he knows he's found his newest scheme. That is until his path crosses with Grey. Despite their desperation to keep business and pleasure separate, they find themselves entangled with one another. A story of love, pain, tragedy, discovery, and deliverance. Book Started- April 5th, 2021

[COMPLETED] It is well known that the world isn't a nice place. There are too many people and not enough humanity. Emma learns this very quickly when she meets Harry Styles by accident. Especially when he has her entire life in his hands. ______________________________________________________ "Please" I begged. The rough patch of his thumb scraped over my cheek and took the tear. He balanced the droplet on his thumb and looked at it. His eyes moved from the droplet to me and he put his thumb in his mouth. I exhaled sharply and then he said: "Actually, I think I will keep you."

MALEFACTOR (n): one who commits an offense against the law. Camden Muñoz has one self-proclaimed fatal flaw: the moment she gets an idea in her head, she has to follow through with it. Against her better judgment, she's always stuck by this notion. But when these thoughts lead to her committing what she imagined would be a one-and-done robbery, she finds herself at the mercy of a dangerous man in an impossible situation. // Time, I've learned, is a very finicky thing. Sometimes, seconds feel like minutes while minutes can feel like seconds. Time as a construct makes no comprehensible sense at certain points, the intangibility of it all making your existence as a human seem baffling to understand. As I blink, I become aware of the gun in my outstretched hand pointing directly at the head of the man standing behind the register in the liquor store. I'm not sure how I got inside or when. One second I was standing outside with Harry, my feet hitting the sidewalk as I emerged from the alley, and the next, I'm here. Playing God in a moment that no mortal being should ever be able to do. "Open the register or I'll blow your fucking brains out." The same words that Harry spit at me almost a week ago come flying back out. He's standing beside me, an inch back with his own gun out and cocked at the man. A rush of adrenaline surges through me, my lips curling upward momentarily as the words finish leaving. Power. That's what I feel at this moment. // MATURE CONTENT 18+