** CONTAINS MATURE AND EXPLICIT CONTENT** IMPORTANT: This book is a 'prequel' to Stall 1 & 2. PLEASE READ THOSE FIRST. **** "It all began in 2015. I was at my club... it was a regular night. But it's the night my life would change and I had no idea at the time." I slowly open my eyes, looking at the camera. "I guess I should talk about the first night I met Abby..." **** START DATE TBA.

To love a psycho, a psycho you must become. // COMPLETED // {WARNING: This fiction contains extreme violence, drug abuse, explicit sexual content and features strong language not suitable for minors. Discretion is advised.}

BEST FANFIC SERIES 2018 - @thefanfictionawards Book 2 of the Lush Trilogy (completed ✓) - Rewritten in 2025 | Continuation of Moulin Rouge (Lush Seduction) | In a desperate attempt to protect himself, Harry Styles makes a dangerous choice by rekindling a risky alliance with William Purdy. Transforming back into the cold, avaricious club owner he once was, he shatters the heart of the one woman who saw beyond his hardened exterior - Vicky West. Tired of his indifference and the broken heart she carries, Vicky confronts Harry, ready to walk away and finally move on from what they had. But letting go is far more challenging than she expected, as her heart still belongs to the man he used to be. When Harry deeply regrets the choices he has made, he is determined to win her back. But as they face old wounds and new trials, one question remains: can their love survive the reckoning, or is it already too late? WARNING: Mature content. All Rights Reserved by @Butterflytattoo Fanfiction #18

After a chance encounter, social worker Nia Cole and novelist Harry Styles navigate through the trials and tribulations of young adulthood together. A story of rediscovery and rebirth, a Sunflower and its Sun. ---------- 'Look, no offense, but I don't really know you,' I say scooting over to give us a little space. 'Plus, you wouldn't wanna hear about it. You seem like a really...positive, person. Might fuck with your energy.' 'I don't know if that 'positive' was supposed to be a compliment or an insult but my energy's quite alright,' He says with a chuckle. 'You'd be 'fucking with my energy' if you didn't tell me.' 'But why-' '-Besides,' He interjects, tugging the sleeve on his jacket and pulling me closer to him as if that was where I belonged. 'It doesn't matter because we won't see each other again.' The tone of his last sentence walked a fine line between melancholic and contemplative, as though the thought of us never seeing each other again was an injustice of fate. My heart sank once I realized that he was right. Those deep green eyes of his fixated on mine, searching for any sign that I felt the same disappointment towards the inevitable. I did. Missing a person I hardly knew felt senseless, but so was lying to myself. -------------- Started: April 8, 2020 | ongoing

SEQUEL TO DUPLICITY. Complicity- to be involved with others in illegal activity or wrongdoing. After sacrificing herself for Harry's freedom, Aven Brooks is no longer the innocent photographer with big dreams and a bigger heart. Now under the notorious control of Malikai, she becomes brainwashed into being the perfect asset for his organized crime. Harry, a fugitive, spends his days trying to find his angel and reap her out the path he once walked. When that stroke of luck comes his way, he smacks into the harsh reality to what she's actually become. Needless to say, she's no longer an angel. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED TO @HAPPYDAYS1D ALLOWING NO TRANSLATIONS. CONTAINS MATURE LANGUAGE, SEXUAL CONTENT, DRUG USE, VIOLENCE, AND MENTAL HEALTH. READ AT OWN RISK!

Harry Styles, a name everyone knows on NYU campus. Superstar player on the lacrosse field and known for his one night stands. Harry has it all, captain of his sports team and the attention of any girl he wants, that is until someone unexpected shows up on his doorstep.

"Name something sexual that you've done with a man." Harry demanded with an evident smirk on his face, sending immediate chills down my spine. For the pastors son, he's nothing like I expected. "N-nothing. It's a sin." I argued, frowning my eyebrows while fiddling with my fingers as we walked down the empty church halls. My response only made his smirk grow before he grabbed my wrist, bringing my steps to a complete stop. Before I could question his actions, he pressed my back against the wall right beside us with slight aggression and brought his hips close to mine- his face now completely serious. My breath hitched and I began to feel an unfamiliar shock of sensation in between my legs as I felt something in his jeans growing against my thigh. What is happening? I watched his emerald eyes darkened right before me as he swiped his pink tongue across his cherry pigmented lips, lightly wetting them with his saliva. My eyes remained widened by the shockwave he had my body under, watching his every move and awaiting his response. Finally, his famous smirk slowly curled upon his lips once more while simultaneously leaning in and breaking the smallest gap between us until the tip of our noses brushed against each other. As hard as I tried, I couldn't resist the amount of chills that were forming on my body for this man. Six words eventually escaped his mouth that caused my knees to buckle. "Baby, we were born to sin." . . . **CURRENTLY REVISING FIRST FEW CHAPTERS** CONTAINS EXPLICIT CONTENT- VIEWER DISCRETION ADVISED All Rights Reserved to @Dstylesx Started: August 29, 2020

*CONTAINS MATURE AND EXPLICIT CONTENT* Have you ever met someone that made falling feel like flying? ~•~~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~ Preview: "Do you think, if you jumped from this roof - it'd feel like falling or flying?" I ask, keeping up with our theme of asking random useless questions that we've been going back and forth with for the past half hour. I stare at my feet swinging back and forth, looking down at the alleyway behind the building; pondering the question over in my head that I often wonder too much about. I glance over to Harry when he doesn't answer straight away and he's watching me with a look I can't read. "Unless you were a bird or could fly, it would just feel like falling. Because you'd know you were going to hit the ground" he decides to answer, staring at me like he's somewhat bothered that I asked him that. I look back down at the ground, and shrug my shoulders, "I think if you didn't care about hitting the ground it could feel like flying for a few seconds." ~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~ STARTED 11TH MARCH 2019 - ONGOING