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"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.

POV Fine Line was written about you... Harry is on vacation writing for his second album while on the island he meets a girl, Daisy, who becomes the inspiration for his song writing. Fine Line through the album. A story of the inspiration behind Harry Styles 'Fine Line'. Of course it is totally fictional and is not who/how Harry really wrote the album. Idk if this has been done before or not but this is my version :)

This story about the confusion of love and infatuations. The struggles due to possessiveness. And the pain of true love.

She's guarded, hesitant to trust, and still healing from the scars of her past. He's patient, understanding, and determined to show her what love truly feels like. When an unexpected encounter brings them together, their connection is instant but unspoken-a slow burn of laughter, shared meals, and stolen glances. He respects her boundaries and waits for her heart to open, all while teaching her to believe in love again. But as walls crumble and emotions deepen, they both realize this isn't just a fleeting romance. It's something real, something worth fighting for. In a world where love feels uncertain, can two broken souls find wholeness in each other? A heartwarming, slow-burn romance that proves sometimes, love is in the little things.

It starts with chance - a meeting that wasn't meant to be anything at all. A fleeting moment in a café, an exchange of glances, a conversation laced with curiosity rather than intention. But something lingers. Neither of them seeks love. Not in the way the world romanticizes it. They don't believe in the theatrics of passion or the grandiosity of fate. But love has a way of existing in the quiet. In the spaces between words. In the pages of books left unfinished. No labels. No rush. Just a connection that grows steady, unshaken, and perhaps, inevitable. But beneath the surface of it all, something lingers. A question neither of them dares to ask. At what point does the quiet stop being enough?

For my mother, Who despises bad words but loves a good story, Who taught me the magic of tea parties and the warmth of shared laughter, And who gave me my first romance novel- A gift that turned into a lifelong love. This is for you, with all my heart. -Slow burn/clean/not my usual smutttt🫣🤣❤️

What a wonder it is that you might not have a single clue that someone somewhere, from the core of their heart, writes about you. Maybe a secret admirer or a long lost friend, How you lie in the words of their poetry, in each phrase until the end. In the notes and the journals In the depths of the pages, with every drop of ink, love has been buried for ages They don't express their affection. Instead, get it down on the paper with bliss, and you might not have a single clue about it. What a wonder it is. Theartist_nick

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

A collection of my short stories/oneshots/blurbs originally published on my tumblr. The fics are being reuploaded after a user unrightfully reported the book after they stole my writing and posted it as their own. I will report any and all profiles/books that contain my work with no warning. Specific warnings are included at the beginning of every piece!

This is a book, comprised of words in which are slowly becoming unforgotten upon my heart. They have been trapped here for far too long and it's time that I shared them with the world. So come, dare to look within the depths of my very soul as I paint the truest colors of others, and the world alike around us. Within this book you will find the truest definition of everything I've come to realize, so I hope that you as-well will fall in love with them as I have. Who knows, perhaps within these cinder fragments you shall find pieces of yourself here too.