THIS CONTAINS MATURE & EXPLICIT CONTENT. REWRITING!! pls read warnings before reading. NOCEUR - ONE WHO STAYS UP LATE. In of the summer of 2024, Maxine Isabella Devlin, a misunderstood girl with dreams of making her voice heard, seeks on a thrilling journey with her best friends, Narcissa, Xaviar, and Polly soon to be called her bandmates. Their fun takes an unexpected turn when they cross paths with Noceur, a notorious alternative rock band, at the onset of their American Sleepwalkers tour. While being around the group wanting fun, new beginnings, and the freedom to be wild, the four soon finds themselves entangled in the band's tumultuous world. Sex, money, drugs, and a web of highly organized crime-this band is tangled in a world far more dangerous that no super fans could ever make rumors of. Harry Styles, the enigmatic and ruthless lead singer of Noceur, sets his sights on Maxine as he knows she's the curious bright hearted one. He quickly recognizes the raw talent in her songs, sensing she could soon rise to stardom. But Harry's intentions are far from pure and not even a little bit of kindness. He stuck with making decisions on what to do with her, contemplating whether to manipulate her into the perilous glitz of dark Hollywood or to keep her from the path she seems destined to walk alone unaware. It's all about catching those childhood dreams so that many eyes could turn to the one who achieved them well. As tensions rise and secrets unfold, Maxine's journey becomes a high-stakes game of ambition, danger, and heart-pounding choices. For herself, for him, for who, for what? STARTED originally: August 22nd, 2021 ENDED originally: December 24th, 2022 RESTARTED: Dec 17th 2024

Sequel to The Styles Effect (Must read The Styles Effect first if you haven't before reading this one)

all he had was a pen and his heart - even that was broken in two. (harry styles fanfiction)

(complete) we sat there smoking cigarettes at 5 in the morning. © 2014 polaroidlou

Everyone is mad. Everyone is insane; slowly falling off the deep edges of their own psychotically twisted minds. Harry Styles and Holly Parker just seem to fall even deeper. [highest ranking: fanfiction #1]

Alexis chose the summer of 1996 to visit her Nonna in small, poorly known Clarkesville, Georgia. This year happens to be her favorite. Because a certain guy with ripped flannels, loose thick curls, and piercing green eyes won not only his thrilling illegal drag-races, but won the best trophy of them all. Her heart. [will contain mature content and much, much fluff]

no·to·ri·ous/adjective: famous or well known, typically for some bad quality or deed. Harry Styles, by the very definition of the word is notorious. Not only for his good looks, charm, and unfathomable musical talent, but also for his womanizing and heartless attitude. Aspen Russo, by the very definition of the word, hates Harry Styles. Not only because he calls her "munchkin" and constantly looks down her shirt, but also because he flirted his way into her band and refuses to leave. Through drunken nights, illegal adventures, sizzling chemistry, and a few secrets bubbling at the surface Aspen may just learn that definitions were meant to be applied loosely. WARNING: Graphic sexual content. I am also not responsible for any feels or heartache (good and bad) this story ensues.

"Tell me," he whispered lightly stroking my back. "Please don't marry her..." my words barely audible. He pulls me away from his embrace so he could look at me directly in the eyes, "What?" There was another pause before I said the words I've needed to say. "I love you." And with those three words, both our worlds came crashing down. 11/28/17: #270 in fanfiction Thank you for reading I hope you enjoy x. -s © 2024, narrygoals Sage Helene. All rights reserved. This work contains material protected under international and federal copyright laws and treaties. Any authorized reprint or use of this material is prohibited. No part of this work may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by any information storage or retrieval system without express written permission from the author.

Don't you call her baby. We're not talking lately. Don't you call her what you used to call me... A story in which a girl who writes songs falls in love with the boy who sings them. "Color...What a deep and mysterious language, the language of dreams." - Paul Gauguin. DO NOT PRINT MY BOOKS! *TW: story contains mature topics such as mental abuse, PTSD, minor drug usage, and minor sexual content.*

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