Harry, initially the annoying and difficult-to-please paralegal Phoebe trained under during her internship at the Manhattan District Attorney's Office, appears attractive but detests the thought of love and relationships. Until one night, Phoebe unknowingly becomes entangled in a web of his dark secrets, leaving a powerful group of individuals in pursuit of her leaving Harry vowing to protect her at all costs. Despite the hardships and obstacles they face, Phoebe finds herself growing closer to Harry, developing feelings she knows she shouldn't have. Their relationship becomes increasingly complex when it comes to working together at the firm and Harry's association to Phoebe threatens both of their careers. Lawyer Harry!

When ambitious journalism student, Aurora Denver, starts a new job dancing at an unknown club hidden in the city, she thinks she's just trading her late night study sessions for quick cash and stage lights. But, the clubs emotionally unavailable, downright confusing owner, Harry Styles, is more than what meets the eye. A man with secrets buried in the shadows of the busy city. Drawn to his dangerous, charismatic charm, she finds herself torn between her dreams of education - the story that could launch her career - or fighting against her morals to protect a dangerous criminal. As the lines blur between love and betrayal, she finds the most dangerous stories happen to be the ones you become apart of. Deceit - where nothing is as it seems. Every truth masks a lie. Can you unravel the truth before anyone else? - "Are you gonna keep those lips shut for me, Princess? Or am I gonna have to make you?" He whispered tauntingly, leaning in closer to breathe cynically and I could practically hear amusement in his tone. I say nothing. Attempting to control my breathing and not break into deeper panic as my lips stayed sealed with his touch on them, slowly dragging the sensation down over my chin where he continued to smear the crimson blood. "C'mon, I know you're itching to talk back... or have I finally silenced you, hm?" He chuckled through his taunting. "Tell me Princess... are we gonna have a problem?" Slowly, I shook my head from side to side. It caused him to squeeze my chin, all of his fingertips now on me staining the imprint of his touch onto my face. He shifted his touch south, cupping the side of my neck and I squirmed against the wall at the feeling of his handprint on a sensitive area, his head moved away from my opposing ear to look down at me once again. "This is our little secret, yeah? I wouldn't want you to be the next one tied to that chair with your blood splattered on the floor." - Started: March 2024 Finished:

[ONGOING/ON HIATUS] a story about opening up to new dynamics, an undealt past, a stolen ring, a psychotic ex, and an alluring young man with a peculiar taste in beverages. /// - an adashofniallandasprinkleoflunacy and sunflowervolvimp3 collaboration - vampire!harry self-insert au (we like writing Y/N because it's more inclusive by allowing everyone to create their own mc in their head)

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

"Tell me, Harry," I said, voice low, hungry. "Tell me you want this. Beg for it." For a second, he looked like he might. Like he'd fall to pieces and let me own him for a moment, let me keep the power. But no. Something shifted. His eyes went dark-stormy, unreadable, dangerous-and I knew in that second I'd lit a fuse I couldn't unlight. I'd thought I was in control, thought I could tease him into submission. But instead, I'd woken the wolf.

"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. ***

"Even Gods favourite angel was a sinner, baby."

"It is you before anything, Freyja." Mercia, 798AD. A Viking clan burned her village to the ground, and she fled from the chaos only to be followed by a fearsome Vikingr. But he was not what she was expecting. Where he was cruel to others, he was a completely liquified haven for her. Originally posted as a Daydream, but decided to give Valhallarry his own story. The amazing Vikingrry edit is by @ashley_mariav on Twitter. I DO NOT CONDONE TRANSLATIONS OR PDF PRINTING OF MY WORK. Started: 5/4/2022

Mature Content 18+ |AU| "Harlow you are the one person I hate the most in this entire fucking world!" Harry's yells as his finger is pointed directly at my face, teeth clenched with anger. "Yeah well news flash!" I swat his hand away. "You're pretty high up on my list too!" I huff out as I begin to walk away, annoyed and done with this conversation. "You're not fucking leaving!" Harry yells, grabbing hold of my wrist, squeezing it tightly and pulls be back to him. He shoves me against the mirrored wall, the glass cracking against my back. His face lowers so it is now level with mine. "Not before I show you just how much I hate you." * Harlow- An aspiring singer who is for now, a backup for the one and only Harry Styles; in more way than one. Harry- The worlds heartthrob who hides his true self so well, only showing the world what they want to see. Which is a golden boy who does no wrong. HIGHEST RANKINGS: #1 in Niall Horan #5 in One Direction #6 in Dylan O'Brien

"Thank you for listening to Dawn FM, dead or alive every morning at 7am." • • • Set in 1987, Maggie Holmes is hired as a temp placement at Dawn FM for the summer. She gets to know the radio personalities, some more than others. One of the hosts, Harry Styles, has an entire segment dedicated to true crime. What happens when she finds out he isn't being entirely truthful about what he is telling his listeners? [Published Feb. 2022] #1 dawn #1 darkharrystyles #6 grunge #10 Punk