Time is a strange thing when you're running from it at three hundred kilometers per hour. It stretches. It blurs. It pretends to heal things it only teaches you how to live around. And I think, somewhere along the way, I stopped being afraid of crashing. And started being afraid of what would happen if I didn't. Because the truth is - You can outrun a lot of things. But not the person who changed the way your heart learned to exist.

☆ Taking place in a dystopian future, Harry lives a secluded life with an affliction that he loathes and keeps him from sleeping at night. In order to survive the treacherous world he's forced into, his only choice is to suffer silently inside of his own mind... until he finally meets the one person he's dreamed of for his entire life and then everything changes completely. ☆ "Yes: I am a dreamer. For a dreamer is one who can only find his way by moonlight, and his punishment is that he sees the dawn before the rest of the world." - Oscar Wilde ☆ Most impressive rankings // #1 in Science Fiction, #5 in Science Fantasy, #20 in Future, #24 in Dystopian and #145 in Harry Styles! ☆ Please read with discretion.

I never knew I'd be in this place in all my life. It just happened so fast that I was about to die just sitting there in my seat on the train that was taking me from my college back home. I never thought I'd survive this, or any of the upcoming circumstances which I didn't know ever existed. But did I really manage to survive everything that happened to this world. That's what I really want to figure out. I want to know if I managed to survive every single natural and human conflict. That's why I started this journey with this mysterious man named Harry Styles whom I met on the train. If I haven't, I would have ended up dead in one blink. A/N: Thank you for choosing my story to read!! Enjoy it!!! NO TRANSLATIONS ALLOWED!! #6 in haroldstyles 13/4/2023 #2 in hazza 8/6/2023 #31 in harold 22/11/2022 #10 in 1dfic 24/8/2023 #72 in science 25/8/2023 #233 in future 25/8/2023

~ I swallowed harshly, "Please don't. Please don't kill him." The man on the floor let out a broken cry at my feet, I got down onto my knees and took his hands into mine. He lowered his head to my hands, sobbing all over me. I felt my eyes brim with tears at the sight of him before me, trying to soothe my thumbs against his skin, but he was holding my hands too tightly. "P-please don't." I looked up at the man. His eyes were a green that I'd never seen before. Despite how bright they were, I could tell that there was absolutely nothing kind behind them. He looked down at me. The only word to describe his face was bored. He was bored at the appearance in-front of him. In an instant, the man stood behind leaned forward and shot him right through the side of the head. Dodging my hands, but ultimately, blowing the man's brains all over my face. He went limp, falling onto me. I gently lifted my hand up to my face, feeling something unusual settle in my mouth. I brought my hand back before me and saw blood all over myself. It was in my mouth. I crawled back away from the man, slowly. I couldn't hold myself up, with the weight of him on me too. I'd failed to move, the weight of him actually suffocating me now. Sobs were beating against my chest, heavy and stuttered breaths fought them back. I screamed. I was faced with no other than the true devil. Ranked #1 in HarryStyles. 22.03.26 Ranked #1 in Darkharrystyles 26.03.26

I met him on the wrong side of midnight. London was supposed to be my chance to outrun the past, to bury the ghosts. But I've learned that ghosts don't stay buried, and neither do secrets. Now, I'm caught in a dangerous game. And danger isn't something you escape. It catches you. ---- "And right now, I bet it's eating you alive," he murmurs. "Trying to figure out if I'm your executioner or your guardian angel." I swallow hard. "What do you want from me?" "Now that," he leans in just enough to make my pulse jump, "is the right question." -- Harry is widely known as one of the most feared underground fighters London has ever seen. Olivia runs to London to escape the ghosts of her past and reinvent herself. But what happens when a cruel twist of fate brings them together? ** contains violence, drug use, mental health issues, grief, sexual content, strong language.

"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.

K.C é uma ex assassina de aluguel. Mesmo que não trabalhe mais com isso, ela ainda possui as habilidades de nunca deixar nenhum de seus alvos escaparem, fazendo sempre um trabalho rápido e limpo. Harry Styles é um dos melhores agentes secretos da CIA, sempre resolvendo tudo com total maestria. Com um roubo de um artefato valioso, os dois precisaram trabalhar juntos, para pegar o culpado. Mas na verdade, a missão estava muito além do que eles pensavam. TODOS OS DIREITOS RESERVADOS A @anittyimdn

single mother nadine huron has lived in holmes chapel, cheshire all her life. it wasn't supposed to be like that, but when she found out she was pregnant, there was no reason for her to leave. she's spent the last four years busting her ass to give her daughter, andie, the best life she could possibly have. single father harry styles has just recently come back to holmes chapel, cheshire. after the incredible success of his first five books, he's decided to remove himself, and his daughter lennon, from the hustle and bustle of new york city while he writes his sixth novel, and venture to the quiet that is his hometown. when fate brings the two of them together-no, back together-nadine and harry are faced with a situation that would appear to come right out of a romance novel, or coincidentally enough, right into one. ***** started: january 2022 finished: august 2022 *warning ! this story will contain smut and mature language/themes* highest rankings: #1 - alexandra shipp #1 - just friends #1 - daisy edgar jones #2 - soft #3 - dadrry #4 - hsau #5 - heart-warming *all lyrics and song titles used are property of taylor swift and company*

"She was an angel craving chaos. He was a demon seeking peace." -Helen - Their love wasn't supposed to happen. It was a mistake from the beginning. They met because of death. It's only right to end with it too, Right? - //PREVIEW// "Don't test me." Harry's voice was deep and fuming. His knuckles were white around the cold granite counter. "Why won't you just tell me!" I shouted back, not giving up on this fight that easily. He's not gonna push me around. "Because the minute I tell you is the minute I roll the dice." Harry lunged in front of me, breathing onto my face rigidly. "I'm willing to take that chance." I whispered between our tension, pressing my body against his. Harry shook his head. "Well, the dice have never been in my favor." - VULGAR LANGUAGE AND TRIGGER WORTHY SUBJECTS. READ WITH CAUTION! - POSSIBLY OPEN FOR TRANSLATIONS - ALL RIGHTS RESERVED TO @tpwk_pleaseeee

WILL NOT BE FINISHING. Book 2 of Two Ghosts. Starts right after chapter 100. I recommend reading the epilogue book first. #1 in Niallhoran