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 Rated Mature for graphic depictions of sex, strong language, drug use, self harm, mental illness, death, and violence. Refer to "BEFORE YOU READ" for detailed warnings.

|✓Completed.| |Mature Content(18+).| She was a porcelain doll placed in his calloused hands, fragile and pure. He broke her. She fixed him. First Chapter // 15.10.18 Last Chapter // 01.06.20 @ 243K Trailer // 03.06.20 by @-hopperstyles Achievements : #1 in "boxerharry" - 19.10.19 #1 in "harrystylesfanfiction" - 29.10.19 • 100K - 2.11.19 #1 in "boxing" - 11.03.2020 #2 in "maturethemes" - 15.03.2020 Copyright 2018 © [[ Word Count : 100 000 - 120 000]]

Harry Styles is an FBI detective who has been assigned the case of a disappearance. In order to solve it, he will have to infiltrate in the life of Brooke Wires, who is not only suspicious, but also a walking hurricane of emotions and problems that will make Harry's vision change in everything he knows. Even though Harry and Brooke are polar opposites, they will discover that they attract each other more than they want to belive, and that attraction will bring them nothing but problems as secrets, betrayals and lies that will join them in their journey. Even with the devil on their shoulders, the question Harry has always had since the beginning has been the same after everything: will the love they have for each other be able to solve the case? Guess one can only hope. // this story contains topics such as mature content, violence, drugs, self-harm & child abuse. if you are not comfortable with any of these please do not read or read at your own risk, thank you.

I'm the fire, your the gasoline. I'm no good for you, and your no good for me. [ harry styles // au ]

Vera Aguilar finds herself without a place to live when her roommate gives her room to someone else. In search of a new apartment, Vera finds what she assumes will be the perfect solution. When Vera goes to meet the landlord for the keys, she knocks on the door and is met with a surprise, one that will change her life.

He was enticing in every way. The way his body moved swiftly around the ring as I watched him from behind the bar. He was the best. And the best never loses. When Blake Anderson gets a job as a bartender at the local fight club, Chargers, she meets Harry, a main fighter there. She knows his reputation, but does a reputation always live up to who they really are? "Thank you for being my blue sky in such a rainy life." Because after all, every storm runs out of rain. WARNING INCLUDES MATURE CONTENT SUCH AS EXPLICIT SCENES, DRUGS, AND VIOLENCE!! NO TRANSLATIONS!!! BEST RANKS #1 IN HARRYEDWARDSTYLES #1 IN BOXERHARRY #1 IN EXPLICITSCENES #1 IN HSFANFICTION #1 IN GREENEYES #1 IN STYLES Start Date. May 28, 2021

The city's best hitman and a precious little flower meet at Le papillon blue, New York's most notorious strip club. An angel on his shoulder that hes going to drag down to hell with him, what could go wrong? // I stood there, watching her. I was entranced; a lucid dream maybe. My blood seemed to heat every time she moved her body around that pole. I was stuck in some sort of lustful trance, unable to look anywhere but her, I didn't want to look anywhere but her. Every single move around that pole, every curve of her body, her waist, her hips, her neck; all seemed to provoke me, pull me deeper and deeper into that rabbit hole that I found myself not wanting to escape from. I was watching her, I was seeing proof, that she could go through hell, and still be an angel. *** Start date - August 10 2021 *** #1 in Harry #1 in dark #1 in Harrystyles #1 in Niallhoran #1 in ZaynMalik #1 in LouisTomlinson #1 in LiamPayne

After a tragic accident that killed their best friends, two former lovers are forced to come together to raise the godchildren that they share. They can either find reconciliation and possibly rekindle what they once lost, or battle the next eighteen years only being known as the other parental figure to their godchildren. This story contains mature and explicit content // 18+

Who would of thought bitter and sweet would mix together to create the perfect poison? // "She saw me." I repeat the annoying sentence to myself, cursing at the stupid fucking irony of it. Of course she had to. Why wouldn't she be there? She's fucking everywhere. If she's not at the beach, she's in her hotel room. If she's not taking stupid pictures, she's probably admiring her old ones. If she's not drumming, she's probably sleeping and if she's not sleeping, she always ends up in my fucking dream. Fuck! I allow my thoughts to break loosely at the back of my fragmented mind, the twisting of the cigarette perched between my numb fingers as I exhale the smoke I've been holding in my mouth for far too long now. She's becoming an addictive inconvenience. I need to find a way to break her. // Dylan Bryes, consisting of two wooden sticks and the drive of a drummer, aspiring to be seen via the rattle of the sound she creates, opening up a new journey for herself. All hell breaks loose however when she finally succeeds in a fraction of her dream...not all going as planned for the now supposed member of a former famous rock band, Hypnotic. Harry Styles, consisting of cheap cigarettes and zero fucks to give, hiding in the shadows he once created whilst twisting his fingers on the harsh strings of an electric guitar, trying to slip his way through the unfixable sins he's guilty of effectuating. What could possibly go wrong? I guess you'll have to find out.

a killer instinct was coined in the early boxing world as a protective, cold mentality that surges to one's consciousness and turns one into a vicious defense practitioner. everyone has a killer instinct. for harry styles, that ruthless mentality always seemed to circle back to one singular thing - her. --- but she doesn't let me go far, keeping our faces inches apart and my lips curl up as i chew this gum in between my teeth. her fingers roughly press into my cheeks and she smiles back with a devilish, lustful glint in her eyes. "you're gonna want me in control more often after i'm done with you, baby." she whispers, taking me aback with the boldness of her statement as she simply smiles before letting go of my face with a light shove. i slowly scoff and she hums as i shake my head at her. "yeah? prove it." i taunt and she sinks her straight white teeth into her bottom lip with a smirk. --- || mature and explicit content, read at your own risk * ||