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Harry Styles Masterlist

* = smut

^ = angst

Harry chat/concepts

Full Fics

Beneath the Tide

In which Everley’s only company on a deserted island is a modern day pirate by the name of Harry.

Series

Mess o’ Mine^* // Mouth o’ Mine^* // Mind o’ Mine^

In which Harry’s stolen from you and needs to fix it.

Shakespeare*^

In which Harry is a poetic frat boy who just so happens to be the TA for your new English class.

One Shots

Miss Yeh*

In which Harry has been deprived for too long.

Bit o’ Fun*

In which Harry adds a surprise guest into the equation (Zayn).

Soft*

In which Harry loves your boobs and hates when you sleep.

See Yeh Break*

In which you become well acquainted with Harry’s thigh.

Relax*

In which Harry distracts you from your irrational fear of flying.

Break M’Own Rules^

In which alcohol and pricks make for a messy, angry Harry.

Blurbs and Drabbles

Family Dinner

In which Harry soothes your nerves about meeting his family.

Awards

In which Harry deserves more than just musical awards.

Why won’t you let me steal your flannels?

In which Harry won’t let you steal his flannels.

You need to be quieter.*

In which Harry needs to let off some steam before a show.

Beg for it.*

In which Harry just won’t give in easily.

If you don’t stop right now…

In which Harry’s had enough of your attitude.

Bed. Now.*

In which Harry doesn’t deal with teasing very well.

Do you want me to leave?^

In which Harry has fucked up but still wants to be there for you.

Can I sit here? The other tables are full.^

In which Harry’s your ex and you think you’re over him.

I might have had a few shots.

In which Harry might have had a few shots.

Don’t ask me that.^

In which Harry’s been distracted and forgets your anniversary.

I’m going to take care of you, okay?

In which Harry is beyond patient with your drunken antics.

Talk to me./Look at me—just breathe, okay?^

In which the two of you are involved in a crash, but Harry’s only thought is you.

Why do you smell like smoke?

In which Harry just wants what’s best for you.

That lipstick’s not gonna stay put for long.*

In which Harry doesn’t care how late you are. OR Pure filth.