Harry Styles is a rockstar and a millionaire and he's always in the tabloids for his bad boy behaviour, and he's even in the campaign for the newest Dior cologne. And Max is not. She is not a rockstar nor is she a millionaire and she isn't a bad girl, she is actually just a nobody. And she has been in love with Harry ever since she first met him, all those years ago when he strummed his guitar on street corners for spare change. When he was a human boy who had a human heart who maybe, just maybe cared about her too. But it's all different now. Her life stayed the same but Harry's moved so far upwards, so far away that Max doesn't really know who he is anymore. She just knows she still loves him. With all her heart. And she doesn't know what to do about it. -- !mature content! ©SONDERHARRY

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

18+ | ON HOLD BECAUSE IT'S ABOUT TO GET REALLY DEPRESSING AND I'M NOT READY *** May 2nd, 1998. Oakland, California. Nova Deville attends her Father's political rally to show her support for his Mayoral Campaign. When a group of young, masked 'outlaws' crash the rally to speak out against Deville's corruption, Nova gets wrapped up in their passion and ends up aiding them in their escape. After helping this mysterious group of leather and lace, she slowly gets sucked into their world of sex, drugs and rock n' roll. One member of the group stands out to her; Harry Dawson. He's cold, reckless, brutally honest and wants nothing to do with her. But, Harry becomes the least of her problems when a brutal murder rocks the town and tensions rise in the already politically segregated community. But, it doesn't stop at one. When the murderer starts making victims of Nova's very own social circle, she can't help but think that this killer is closer to her than she thinks and she can't trust anyone. *** "Fuck, Nova, please touch me. I fucking hate myself for this, but you're making me so desperate, please," Harry falls apart in front of me, whimpering and moaning at the words tumbling out of his own mouth. I start to reach out my hand, ready to touch him for the very first time, and he moans out in anticipation from my slight movement, eyes trained on my delicate fingers. And then, the sound of shattering glass and a loud thud pierces the air from downstairs. I go completely still. "No, don't stop, Nova..." He whines at me and wraps his own hand around himself to relieve some tension. I ignore his pleas and grab my gun from off my nightstand, ready to handle whatever the fuck is going on downstairs now. "Wait here for me," I grab his wrist, pulling his hand out of his lap and throwing it back against my headboard roughly, "and no touching." *** Started: December 12th, 2021

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

Teleiophilia. ουσ. Έλξη ή ερωτικό ενδιαφέρον για ενήλικους. Συνήθως αναφέρεται στην έλξη ή ερωτικό ενδιαφέρον ενός νέου ατόμου προς κάποιον που είναι πολύ μεγαλύτερος. Στο οποίο ένα νεαρό κορίτσι βρίσκει τον άνδρα των σεξουαλικό της επιθυμιών, που τυχαίνει να είναι διπλάσια ηλικία από την δική της και ο καλύτερος φίλος του πάτριου της. Π̲ρ̲ο̲σ̲ο̲χ̲ή̲ : Η ιστορία περιέχει σεξουαλικές σκηνές, διαφορά ηλικίας και daddy kink. Αν νιώθετε άβολα με τέτοιου είδους περιεχόμενο μην διαβάσετε την ιστορία. written by: @1-800-sugarbaby translation by: @it_s_Pizza Υ̲ψ̲η̲λ̲ό̲τ̲ε̲ρ̲η̲ θ̲έ̲σ̲η̲:̲ #1 in Fanfiction

"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

"Smoking kills but so does life, which death has a sweeter taste on the tongue?" x When an avid smoker and an overly considerate girl worlds collide, someone is bound to get burned. Published (Feb, 2019)

In which Harry Styles is a criminal law professor at Harvard Law School, and Maude Sterling is his student.

━━ 𝗔 𝗛𝗔𝗥𝗥𝗬 𝗦𝗧𝗬𝗟𝗘𝗦 𝗙𝗔𝗡𝗙𝗜𝗖𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡 After the death of her father, Alyssa Wilson moves to the East coast where she meets dentist Harry Styles. He's older, a father, and married. Sometimes, you can't tell your heart who to love. Not my story! ©johnnyboy7 faceclaim; bella hadid

18+ / Very Mature "Madison." "I need you." My voice is thick with emotion, quivering slightly at the thought of rejection. I didn't know if Harry wanted to take this further, if I was the only one feeling this level of longing. He takes his forehead away from mine and stares into my eyes, brows furrowed, "You need me?" His voice was full of disbelief, like the thought that I was pining for him in that way was impossible. "I need you." I repeat unwaveringly.