Harry Styles was the first to go missing. Hundreds followed him through out the years... Will someone you know be next?

regal /ˈriːɡ(ə)l/ of, resembling, or fit for a monarch, especially in being magnificent or dignified. Sometimes we love in fingertip touch, and it's just as close as we can get. A story inspired by Prince Harry and Meghan Markle's experience with the royal family.

In 1998, in the town of Eden Falls, Minnesota, Diana Ashford and Harry Styles are just trying make it through their senior year of high school. Wanting to get out of their small town and never look back. Both looking for a way out, will they both be open to let each other in? In 2008, Diana and Harry meet again after something broke them apart. And left them not speaking or seeing each other for 10 years. The chance encounter leaves them wondering the same question. Will they be open again to let each other in? 🏒 "And when I felt like I was an old cardigan Under someone's bed You put me on and said I was your favorite" started: june 2021

CINEMA: noun // The production of movies as an art or industry. Rory Fraser is a 25 year old single mom and a film student at the University of Southern California. Half way through the fall semester, she gets the opportunity of a lifetime. Getting to help direct a movie, starring the one and only Harry Styles.

In which you've got textbook daddy issues and when your tool of a younger brother brings a sweet doe eyed girlfriend home for Thanksgiving and you end up offering her a ride home, you meet just the man to fix them. Warning: smut, daddy kink, age gap (older male/younger female), slow burn, angst, childhood trauma regarding domestic violence (non-sexual) COMPLETED

After a one night stand leaves the NHL's star player, Harry Styles, on thin ice with the almost-olympic figure skater, Madelyn Simmons, the two people who are most comfortable on the ice will need to set aside their differences as Madelyn embarks on a new pathway as the hockey team's physical therapist. Between navigating an injury and a scandal, the two just might learn that being in sequence off of the ice is where they connect best.

He's humming again. Humming should be a soothing sound with dulcet tones that carry on in a wordless melody. It should be something that helps you close your eyes, relax, and drift away. That isn't how it goes with him. His hum is slow and disconcerting. The irregular, dissonant chords leave my heart pounding against my rib cage. I heard it before I started running, but I couldn't figure out what song it was - not until now; not until I was standing face to face with him with one of his hands wrapped tightly around my throat. London Bridge Is Falling Down. Coming from his lips, the nursery rhyme about Virgin Mary seems so unholy - so dark and so wicked. It does good as a promise - a warning for whatever hell he's about to unleash. When his humming slows to an abrupt stop, he presses the gun under my chin. He forces me to stare into his green, hellish eyes. I suck in an uneven breath. He revels in my fear. My body shakes before him, and I can see gratification in the way he smiles with sick satisfaction. "Oh, you poor, poor thing," He tuts, forcing a frown as he drags the cold metal of his pistol down the side of my face, tauntingly. "You don't even realize what you've done, do you?" - Allie Vera is struggling to make ends meet to support herself and her baby sister. Desperate, she takes the opportunity to become a waitress at an uprising strip club in New York. When she accidentally discovers something hidden in the walls of the club, she comes to a horrifying discovery that this club is only one of many cover-ups for something much bigger than she could ever imagine. Horrified yet determined to save herself and protect her baby sister, she makes a deal. - Ranking(s): #1 in punk #1 in dark #1 in Harry #1 in 1directionfanfic

"So, what possessed you to spend your evening at this shitty party?" I asked, releasing the taste of my cigarette with my words. His gaze decidedly landed on my lips that were wrapped around my burning cigarette as he finally spoke. "I guess I'm a bit of a masochist." He shrugged and a sharp laugh escaped my throat at his words. "What's your excuse?" "Oh, I'm the one throwing this shitty party, so I guess I'm a bit of a sadist," I replied with a shrug of my own and his laugh was just as sharp as mine had been. All humor left his voice, however, when he said, "Yeah? Fuck, that's hot." //After a fateful meeting at a house party, Stevie never thought she would see Harry Styles again. However, a year later when a mutual friend tells her Harry's band is looking for a new bassist, she jumps at the opportunity. Much to Stevie's disappointment, Harry doesn't seem to remember her, or the night they shared, and he certainly has a darker side when he isn't trying to get into her pants.// Mature content warning// This story contains adult themes and explicit sexual content.

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