When two different worlds collide..

The thumping of my heart against my ribcage was getting worse and I placed one hand over it as if that would coax it into calming down. I hear him walking into my room, my body pressing against the back of the closet as he speaks again, "Marco?" the child-like tone of his voice sending shivers down my spine. I pinch my eyes close, praying to any higher authority out there that he just goes away. The footsteps come to a halt, and for a moment I think that he gave up but the doors that barrier me from him open. "Polo." He grunts as his large hand wraps around my wrist that is against my chest and pulls me outside the closet effortlessly, closing the door behind me and slamming me into it harshly. // Deception is pop/rock band that has taken over the world in the past two years. It stars Harry Styles, Louis Tomlinson, Niall Horan and Liam Payne. Drugs, sex, music, tour, spotlight, chaos and their side job, this is their life. // HIGHEST RANKINGS: #1 In darkharry #1 in 1D #2 in onedirection Warnings: Contains mature and explicit content Drug abuse Language Violence Mental health

"I'm not a fucking groupie for god's sake, I have a signed contract proving that I'm your damn neighbor," I hissed, keeping my arms firmly onto my chest as if his intimating eyes weren't already enough to make me feel little. Harry arched his brow, a sly - but playful grin lingering on his face. "Bullshit, you're either Group A groupie or Group B groupie. Group A-" "Excuse me?" "Listen - Group A is the kind of groupies that stalk us everywhere we go, places we eat, and even people we hang out with. And Group B is the kind of groupies that pretend they don't know who we are, and try acting all mysterious and special towards us but we all know it's an act and they just want us to love them." Harry snorted. I rolled my eyes, in utter shock that the band across from us is gonna be a pain in the ass the whole time here. "Oh Styles, I'll never fall for you," I announced, earning an underlying smile from him. "Yeah, we'll see about that." *** Elena moved to LA with her best friend to not just finish college but to finally write a new chapter in her life. Harry Styles, the lead singer (with daddy issues) of the uprising band The Walking Daydreams, also happens to be the asshole living across the hall. Never in her life did Elena think she would run into the big bad Styles, let alone live right across the hall from him. Living across the band is exactly what her conservative parents warned her about - never to associate with people that either has piercings, tattoos, or a bad mouth. Except that's the holy trinity of what makes Harry Styles. ***

[COMPLETED] where she sat and ate her strawberries, while he smoked his cigarettes. -harry styles au -set in summer of 1998 -mentions rape, sexual assault, abuse, fighting, and suicide

"tell me the story about how the sun loved the moon so much he died every night to let her breathe." well, this is it. the sun and the moon. complete opposites. one formed from the collapse of its own being. one formed from a collison of two planets that weren't meant to be. live by the sun, love by the moon. tw: mature content, anxiety attacks, depression, (mentions of) suicide, self harm, ed.

[COMPLETED] trep·i·da·tion a feeling of fear or agitation about something that may happen. *** "You'll see the truth one day." I whispered against his harsh lips knowing this was wrong. The sensation was driving me insane, his warm breath panning over my lips. I needed this "Maybe I don't want the truth." His voice rough and his grip around my neck tightened. "Enough of your games, I've had it, now you listen to me or you walk away." *** Indiana Sommers isn't your normal working woman, she's capable of much more than the average human and she isn't afraid to show it. Working for Cruel Blood, one of the top mafias, she is being sent on an eight month job. Working with their competing mafia, Black Streak, Indiana must pose and work for the hit band "Trepidation". She must do her job, and do anything to complete it. No matter who or what gets in the way. When she is involved with Harry Styles everything changes. He is just as dangerous as her How is she supposed to complete her job? Trepidation is all Indiana can feel. *MATURE AND EXPLICIT CONTENT* DARK FIC//KINKS//SUBSTANCE ABUSE DECEMBER 2020 - AUGUST 2021

[COMPLETED] Bentley Hale is the best street racer in the Bay Area, but everything changes when she becomes wrapped up with Harry Styles, the new official racer for the Oakland Kings gang. Bentley's got a wicked mind and the attitude to match, but so does Harry. Money, murder, family, love, gangs, drugs, sex, cars, California... what could possibly go wrong? ----------------------- this book contains violence, mature/dark themes, explicit sexual content including kink, and the use of profanity.

'What's your favourite flower, petal?'' his once rough voice, felt oddly soothing, As we gazed up at the stars I feel as connected to him as they are. I know we aren't good people, we don't do good things, but now in this moment, we're normal. I know it's a trick question, but it reminded me of how we once was, ''A Sunflower'' I softly say turning my head to look at him, I still don't know who he is, I still don't know who I am, but I do know that I don't ever want to live my life without him..

// "...Harry? I thought you went home." "Turns out home isn't a place anymore, Flower." // In which a drug dealer takes on more than he bargained for when he's assigned to look after the bosses' daughter.

We're all mad here, it's Wonderland. ~ Harry latches onto my passionate on-beat arms as he keeps me from moving forward. "Are you fuckin' mad?" He grits through his teeth. "I'm in Wonderland, Pretty Boy," I throw my free arm in the air, motioning to the surrounding world. "Of course, I've gone a little mad." He flips me around as the level of infuriation rises throughout his clenched jaw, trying to remain composed. "Don't try and be something you're not, Presley." I rip away from his hold, furrowing my brows from the curt statement, the honest revelation that should've just stayed within his mind. "We'll never be the heroes, and you know that," he says, colder than the Arctic's towering waves. "We'll never win." We'll never find Purple. Purple, the color of the Star-Crossed Lovers.