Harrystylesau Stories

DISCONTINUED! "I dug my grave. What other choice do I have than to lie in it?" A story in which a failed songwriter falls in love with a rockstar whose in love with another girl.

Harry lowered his head so that it was in the crook of Nell's neck, making her pulse quicken. His lips pressed to her skin once, very briefly before he whispered in her ear. "I'm not leaving without you, baby." ----- *Disclaimer* Harry Styles is a face character for this story. This character that I've created has nothing in common with him except for his face and name.

Cammie Scott ends up in a all-boys summer school for a whole month because of a bet she lost with her friends. She didn't even think of it as a bad dare at the time. Communicating with cute boys every day for almost an entire month, what could possibly go wrong with that? Maybe the fact that she would have to act, look and even sound like a guy? Join Cammie in her adventurous summer experience, and find out how she manages to 'blend in'.

Where being kind gives two souls more than they ever thought they deserved. - {This story is meant to be read in the vision of an alternate universe where the celebrities being used are not famous.} - Started: September 22, 2020 Completed: ~

these are my daydreams

"It's always the keeper of keys who has trouble finding someone to hold the keys to their heart." beyoncé knowles & harry styles || au

they lived across the street from each other she was a mystery he wanted to know her (lowercase intended)

Notes written are my therapist. They keep me thoughtful and sane. They keep me open and closed. They keep me known.

a doomed satellite, a heroic rescue mission, and two souls more fitted to the expanse of space than the confines of earth. sun and moon, earth and stars. they'll leave everything they know behind in the name of courage. "with the weight of a feather and the force of a train, something tender and brave is forged from the most unforgiving environment imaginable"

The country of Valorium relies on it's Guardians to keep the Pedestrians safe. Harry Styles is the Extended, meaning he gets who ever isn't picked to guard. Isis Fairchild is the last girl, and her stomach twists at the though of Harry being her Guardian.

“The world is so unpredictable. Things happen suddenly, unexpectedly. We want to feel we are in control of our own existence. In some ways we are, in some ways we’re not. We are ruled by the forces of chance and coincidence.” - p.a

kissing him was strawberries his lips tasted like strawberries she hated the taste of strawberries, but she loved the taste of him

"every now and then the stars align boy and girl meet by the great design could it be that you and me are the lucky ones?" selena gomez & harry styles || completed [based off of the movie Win a Date with Tad Hamilton]

Grace Hall: A girl who has to make a decision. Devin Thomas: Grace's best friend. Harry Styles: The second choice. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ In which society picks two male candidates for each newly-21-year-old girl based on a compatibility test as an annual tradition. © Copyright 2016. All rights reserved.

"Life is about deep kisses, strange adventures, midnight swims, and rambling conversations." -Unknown Running away wasn't the hard part of it. In fact, that took very little thought at all. Trying to figure out why it felt so right was what made it complicated. How a boy on a bus changes everything.

Harry enjoys looking at art pieces. He goes to the Art Gallery atleast once a week. Allie works at the Art Gallery, not as an artist, but as a receptionist. Somehow, these two find themselves in quite the same situation, but entirely different.

My eyes were narrowed into dangerous slits, my breathing heavy and labored, skin slick with sweat as I stood at the ready, jaw clenched, two hands wrapped around the gun, pointer finger on the trigger; ready to fire. My eyes scoured every inch of the blonde man in front of me. His blue eyes were blown wide, his lips parted as he panted, hands in front of him in surrender. “I warned you not to fuck with me.” My voice came out breathy, lips barely moving as i spoke. The air was so thick with tension, it could be cut with a knife. “I-I swear i d-didn’t mean any h-harm!!” The man exclaimed, his voice on the verge of pleading. I rolled my eyes at his weak attempt to change my mind. I had already decided his death the moment I laid eyes on him. He was visibly shaking by this point, his white tee shirt sticking to his torso, hair damp with sweat. He was truly and utterly terrified. My jaw locked tighter at his cowardly words, scoffing. “In our world there is not room for your fear. If i do not kill you now, someone else will only do it later.” I spoke, my voice ringing out clear in the darkening forest. A shadow of terror crossed his features. I pulled the trigger.