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

Raine never liked overconfident people, and Harry never liked judgemental ones. But when everything around them isn't what it seems to be, all they need is each other to make it out alive. • • • "Keep your eyes open thunderstorm, because everyone here has their own agenda and you might be interested in some of them." 18/04/20 #1 in harrystyles 6/11/19 #156 in fanfiction

"Are you done with your speech?" Harry chuckled, enraging me even more. "Yeah you can go back to your flawless life." I fired at him, my back still pressed against the door. Harry nods, "Great. Glad you're not in it." "I hate you, I fucking hate you." The words fell from my mouth. "Good, feelings mutual because I hate you more." He spat back. Just as I was about to walk away, he grabbed my wrists, pinning both of them above my head. "Don't be an annoyance, Cherry," he whispered, his lips only few centimeters away from my ear. Goosebumps pricked the surface of my skin as his green eyes peered into mine, his warm breath hitting my neck caused all the hairs in my neck to stick up. "I-Isn't there someone else you can torture, H?" I whisper back, cussing back in my mind because of my stuttering. An amused smirk tugs his lips, "I can Cherry, but I choose you." _ Coming from an offered scholarship, Cherry moves to London to attend one of the most prestigious art school. The school consists of spoiled kids and the most powerful group of students - one particular group being The Angels - a group that didn't just get accepted because of their money but also their talent. The Angels are known to be one of the most power groups in not just the school but London, having family with high power in a big society does a lot. It's their world, and everyone else is just living in it. Cherry tries her best to lay low, after all, she's a transfer student coming from a scholarship to a school that rarely ever hands them out. But things shifts when she spills milkshake on one of Harry's precious item - his songbook. Things only get worse when her dorm burns down and is forced to share a dorm with Harry.

"You'll never get this done, you know?" The satisfaction was evident in his voice. "You could leave me alone so I can actually get this finished. Or pick up a brush." I gestured to the abundance of supplies I had purchased. "Mmm, no thanks. Don't really have my painting clothes on." My smirk reappeared and I turned fully to face him. "That's a real shame," I cocked my head to the side and fake pouted before pointing in his direction, "the door frame is wet." His body shot off the door frame he had been leaning against and he looked over his shoulder to see the line of white paint trailing down his presumably expensive coat. "Have a great rest of your day, Mr Styles." I flicked my hands in a 'go away' gesture before sliding the door closed behind him. **** TW: This story contains mentions/descriptions of physical/emotional/sexual abuse, coarse language and mature content. HIGHEST RANKINGS: No.3 #HarryStyles No.1 #HarryStylesFanfic No.6 #Friendships No.1 #HarryEdwardStyles No.1 #Soft No.1 #hs No.1 #1D No.1 #alternateuniverse No.1 #slowburn

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+

Eulalia Snow. A want-to-be professional Figure Skater. A bookstore co-worker. And an unexpected murderer. She isn't your typical 22-year-old who lives in Arizona. Harry Styles. A Lawyer. A younger brother. And a behind-the-scenes anonymous painter. He's your typical 24-year-old who was born in England and moved to New York City when he turned 18-years-old. Clueless Harry falling in love, mysterious Eulalia going for her next victim. Started: January 1st, 2023 Finished: November 24th, 2023

{currently in editing} what happens when two childhood bestfriends come together after years apart, and find themselves developing more than a simple childhood crush for each other? well, the answer is simple; they fall. but when you fall too fast, you crash. achievements #1 in fineline 09/01/20 #6 in growth 10/03/20 #3 in harrystyles 02/05/20 #1 in harry 07/05/20

Eileen Mae Montgomery, better known as El has been working for the Gucci special designs team for two years now. It's her dream job, but theres one thing she hates about it. The rude, narcissist celebrities. When she is assigned to work with Harry Styles to brainstorm and create his tour suits for his second world tour as a solo artists she was going to treat it as she would any other job assignment. That is until he asked her and some members of her team to join him on tour. El's was going to treat him the same as any other celebrity, but Harry had other ideas. She styled his clothes, but he didn't care about the clothes she put on him, he was more interested in what would come after the show, when the sequins and fun colors turned into a pile on the floor. EXCERPT: "I like you El." "Stop saying that. Stop saying you like me." He drops his hands, looking to me in confusion. "So you want me to lie?" He asks, smirking at my annoyance. "No I'd rather you keep it to yourself." I take my phone out , my annoyance rising, his smirk growing. "You've got three minutes before I leave, so talk." I tell him. "You're timing our conversations now?" He laughs a bit. "Two and a half minutes." "Okay fine. You don't show any interest in me unless we're..." His voice trails off, and I roll my eyes. "Unless we're sleeping together... yes, and your point?" COMPLETED!

The world is different now; ruled by four different reigns. Harry Styles, the ruthless king of Serentile, captivating green eyes, tousled dark hair, said to have no capability to love, wields absolute authority. Melody, soon to be queen of Ellenia, the most exquisite woman you'd ever lay eyes on; brave, adamant and determined to put her people's needs above her own, never mind the circumstances. Never in her life has she considered their paths meeting a possibility, seeing they were different in every way. However, when war breaks out, the ground becoming greasy with gore, everything turning into a maze of destruction - that sentiment is rendered short lived. Cover by @JonasKryptonite

After years of studying and practicing, Jade finally gets signed by Syco, one of the most important labels on earth. From that moment her life changed forever. What changes her life even more is a curly-haired boy who belongs to the most famous boyband in the whole world. 🌸 highest fanfiction ranking: #10 🌸