"Why do you care?" he asks. But it's not soft. It's sharp, defensive, like he's already bracing for the answer. I want to tell him the truth. Because you saved me. Because you're the only one who makes me feel real. Because if you fall apart, I don't know what happens to the rest of us. Instead, I just say, "Maybe I want to understand." He scoffs, no humor in it. "You don't. Trust me." Silence stretches between us. Then he steps forward, close enough that I can see the way his hands won't stop shaking. "You already know too much," he says, voice low. "More than you ever should've." I don't look away. "Then tell me the rest." He shakes his head. "It's not your place. You don't get to ask." "But I am asking." He exhales sharply. "Jesus, Lily. This isn't a story with a clean ending. I'm not a mystery. I'm a goddamn warning sign. I'm dangerous." I flinch, but I don't move. And that pisses him off more. He takes a step back like he's going to leave, then pauses. His eyes flick to my jacket. In one quick motion, he reaches in and pulls out the burner phone. "I think this belongs to me," he says, tone sharp but quiet. No accusation. Just fact. I don't respond. Just watch as he slips it into his pocket, like closing a door I wasn't supposed to open. He looks at me for one long second, jaw clenched. "Go home," he says again, this time like a warning. And this time, I believe him. He crushes the cigarette under his boot, turns his back, and walks down the alley, leaving me standing in the dark. - Lily didn't ask to be assigned to him. Harry Styles is a name whispered like a warning, famous for his ink, infamous for everything else. Brooding. Untouchable. But Lily has a habit of looking too closely. And when she finds something she shouldn't, the line between curiosity and consequence begins to blur. He told her to stay away. She should've listened. - TW: emotional abuse, manipulation, drugs, sex, violence, trauma.

"A killer who is afraid of guns and another who is afraid of the dark, huh? Quite the team." ~•~~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~ Cleo knows what she's capable of and how good she is at her job... only this kind of job includes murder and torture. She's been in this business along with her family for a while now to know how things work. She has her share of enemies and a body count that keeps growing, but what could possibly happen if her next job involved someone she hated profoundly? Someone that she had tried and is still trying to kill now? Harry is just as dangerous as her and they have a past... their families go a long way back and they know better than to interfere with each other's business. Nothing good could happen if they crossed paths... and that's exactly what is going to happen. ~•~~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~ *This is NOT my original work, this is a reupload! * Spotify Playlist: https://open.spotify.com/playlist/3yTXKUa4dqvenOkJzMpyo7?si=ZgBNBNVVTaCCkRoFWbtKdw&pi=u-aoIbo3iIRpqx

I didn't plan on falling in love with Harry Styles. I planned on surviving. Behind a bar, my life makes sense. Drinks in, drinks out. Keep moving. Don't get too close to anyone who might leave. Harry ruins that system the moment he walks in. He's patient in a way that's dangerous. Gentle in a way that makes it hard to keep my distance. He doesn't try to fix me, doesn't ask me to explain the parts of my life I'd rather keep buried. He just... stays. What starts as late-night conversations and quiet companionship slowly becomes something neither of us expected. Something steady. Something terrifying. Something that might actually be love. And when you've spent your entire life learning how to do everything alone, letting someone stay might be the hardest thing of all.

𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐀𝐄𝐓𝐇 (𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐧) ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ 𝗮 𝗵𝗼𝗺𝗲𝘀𝗶𝗰𝗸𝗻𝗲𝘀𝘀 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗮 𝗵𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝘄𝗵𝗶𝗰𝗵 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗰𝗮𝗻𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗿𝗲𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗻, 𝗮 𝗵𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝘄𝗵𝗶𝗰𝗵 𝗺𝗮𝘆𝗯𝗲 𝗻𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝘄𝗮𝘀; 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗻𝗼𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗹𝗴𝗶𝗮, 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘆𝗲𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴, 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗴𝗿𝗶𝗲𝗳 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗹𝗼𝘀𝘁 𝗽𝗹𝗮𝗰𝗲𝘀 𝗼𝗳 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗽𝗮𝘀𝘁 Niall Horan is in the biggest boyband in the world in 2013... and his best friend Everly Davis just happens to be in the biggest girl group in the world... After meeting in 2010, both competing on the same reality show "𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗫 𝗙𝗮𝗰𝘁𝗼𝗿" they connected and became inseparable... in more ways than one. But just because the girl get's the guy, doesn't mean they live happily ever after... 🏅 #1 in nialljameshoran 🏅 #1 in fratboyniall

* THIS STORY CONTAINS MATURE & EXPLICIT CONTENT* Please refer to the list of possible triggers and kinks. Harry Styles. Twenty-Five. Green eyes. One hundred and ninety-six pounds. Six foot even or one hundred and eighty-seven centimetres. Born to Anne Cox and Desmond Styles. Parents whereabouts unknown. No known surviving family. Styles is best with guns, poison and the concealment of his victims for none have been found. || Astar works with MI6 as a secret undercover agent, taking on a new identity to try and infiltrate the Devil's Tribe. Will she be successful? Will she be able to go through all of the hardships? Will she follow the rules or fall apart somewhere along the way? STARTED: FEBRUARY 2021 FINISHED: FEBRUARY 2022

Regrets take over Cooper's life. Literally. As a radio host, she spends her days reading anonymous letters about heartbreak and regret on her segment Regret Radio, immersing herself in other people's stories to avoid facing her own. But no matter how far she runs, her past is always there, reminding her of the mistakes she's made. One of those regrets? Losing her childhood best friend. And it doesn't help that he's no longer just a memory; he's global superstar Harry Styles. He's everywhere. And just when she thinks she can escape through Regret Radio, a letter arrives that drags her straight back into the past.

"I loved her not for the way she danced with my angels, but for the way the sound of her name could silence my demons." - Christopher Poindexter

When Harry hijacks her car in the middle of the night, Harley is forced to become a getaway driver for one of New Orleans' most fearsome criminals. Try as they might, Harry and Harley cannot resist the temptation of each other as they continue to work as partners in crime. She knows it will only end in disaster, but the more she tries to fight it, the further she is pulled into his dark world. - Harley never meant to get mixed up in a life of crime. She spent most of her childhood on race tracks, watching and learning everything her father had to offer her as a pro racer. Until he died. Reeling from loss, she now struggles to make ends meet on her own and must seek out new ways to make money. In a drug deal gone wrong, she finds herself behind the wheel of a car with a gun to her head. A masked man named Harry demands that she helps him evade the cops, so she does the only thing she knows how to. She drives. - COMPLETED HIGHEST RANKINGS #1 in harrystyles Refer to "BEFORE YOU READ" for detailed content warnings.

18+ / Very Mature "Please, this is like cliche-central. With a kinky twist." ††† I step under the hot stream of water, soaking my hair, and take a deep breathe. I try and clear my mind, focusing on the way the water feels hitting my body. I turn around, opening my eyes, only to shout out a curse and stumble back. Emma is directly in front of me, taking off her tank top, eyes glued to my body. I hadn't shut the curtains, thinking no one would be in here, and I didn't know if I was happy or mad I did that. I stood there speechless as her small hands grasped the bottom of her sports bra. I inhaled sharply when she pulled it up and over her head, exposing her breasts. They jiggled slightly as she tossed her clothes to the side, and I found my heart rate quickening at an alarming rate. "W-what are you doing?" I breathe out as she pulls her leggings down her body, leaving her in just a thong. "Showering." Emma tells me as if it's obvious.

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