WARNING DARK HARRY STYLES FANFIC!! MATURE CONTENT 17+ Contains sexual content • • • High School It fucking sucks // a/n not gonna lie I don't want to write this description because writing sums isn't my thing, I'm into the meaningless dialogue of overthinking irrational high school students who fuck away and lowkey commit murder • • • September 2021 - on going • • • Cover by @wafflesxberries

Olives whole life has just been her and her dad and the carnival. Setting up, attending, and taking down everything. She doesn't understand why it's so important to her father. What happens when she makes a mistake and it follows her for years to come? What happens when she finds out the true background of the carnival? Will it all end in love or tragedy?

𝐃𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐧𝐨 𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐧𝐞𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞. "Y-you want to kill me?" "No, I want to ruin you." Death Hood. A cloaked serial killer that leaves behind blood trails, corpses with the same cause of death and nightmares that makes everyone forget what dreams are like. Everyone has thoughts and theories but not even the professionals could figure out Death Hood's motives or identity. However, all it took was for one girl, an assistant at Malik Creations, to have one glass too many of wine and a tempting case file to discover that the face under the skull mask is Harry Styles, the owner of a Halloween Store, when no one else could've. *this story contains mature and explicit themes* Started: June 28th, 2022. Finished: November 9th, 2023.

Dad, I know what you're thinking, I want you to know ill be safe. I'll call you and give you updates when you need them. I understand you need to stay with her, I want to say the same so I can stay with you. The truth is im not happy, so I'm taking your advice. I hope you understand. I love you more than I could say, thank you for everything. I'll see you soon. Remember to look up to the stars, and remember we may not be in the same place, but we are in the same universe. All the love, Stevie (Steve-o) I sat the note down next to his coffee pot, so it's the first thing he will see in the morning. Before I could think about it anymore. I ran to the door, I opened it and ran out to the van. I threw my bag in the passenger side seat and slammed the door next to me. The engine roared when I turned the key, Switched it into reverse, and pulled out of the driveway.

[COMPLETED] *STORY CONTAINS MATURE AND EXPLICIT CONTENT* !! Disclaimer: Harry Styles is used as a face and name claim, these characters DO NOT represent who he is as a person, this is purely fiction and not tied to Harry Styles in ANY WAY. !! It's 1973, Marijuana has just been legalised, festivals are booming and rock and roll has become bigger than ever. Oregon is the hot spot for many festivals - psychedelic mushroom festivals, music festivals, rave drug festivals. It's what all young adults dream of in a world where they feel alone. But what happens when those festivals turn into nightmares? What happens when a body unexpectedly shows up? And what happens when the main suspect is the lead singer of the band that headlines every single festival? Are they tied to the murder, or are they being framed? What happens when more bodies start showing up? Join Mary Jane - a twenty four year old cannabis and rave lover, and the mystery of what's going on behind the scenes of these festivals she loves oh so much. It's a journey filled with sex, drugs and rock and roll. What could go wrong? Or what happens if it's all just pretend? "The Summer Of 1973" Harry Styles 1970s AU **CURRENTLY NOT ACCEPTING ANY PRINTING OR TRANSLATING OF MY WORK**

I felt trapped in Charlotte Town. There was nothing for me there, no room to grow. So I cut my hair, changed my name, and got a job on a steamship. I didn't expect to fall in love with Gilbert Blythe. The only problem is, he thinks I'm a boy. [gilbert blythe x fem!oc] plot credit: @mangoesblythe schedule is all over the place PREVIOUSLY NAMED "GIRL" REWRITE IS ON HOLD UNTIL END

Holmes Chapel, 1985: Best friends since childhood, Harry and Thea have grown up to lead lives on opposite ends of the spectrum. He's a journalist for Rolling Stone, always country-hopping and eagerly awaiting the next big thing. She's been a waitress at the diner in their hometown for five years, bound by routine. Thea and Harry keep in touch through letters and postcards until the day he returns home and flips her world upside-down.

Who marries their best friend? Follow along this reader x harry styles mini-series. I love feedback, likes, and questions! Thank you for reading and I hope you enjoy. disclaimer: the following is purely a work of fiction. all character likenesses, events and incidents are the products of the author's imagination.

In which a lawyer stumbles upon a scared little girl late at night with no supervision, keeps her company and befriends her, only to find out her father is the world-famous popstar, Harry Styles. This story includes mature content. *Slow burn, friends to lovers, soft, dadrry --- "So, Poppy, what's wrong? Do you not like slides, honey?" I ask, dying to know how she ended up here all alone. "I do... I have one at home, daddy bought me one and put it in the garden. I just don't like this one," she admits sadly. "I get it. This one looks a bit a scary, doesn't it?" She nods, her cheeks turning red again. "Don't be ashamed, Poppy. Everyone has some insecurities, that's what makes us human, you know? You don't want to turn into a robot who doesn't feel anything. There are both good and bad feelings, everybody has them, honey. You can feel happy, you can feel proud or you can feel loved even. You like feeling like this, don't you?" She nods, giving me a sign to continue. "All those feelings, the good and the bad, is what life is, bug. Sometimes you get scared, shy and sad, everybody does. But what is important is that everyone chooses to deal with these feelings differently. And these choices you make, whether you cry, give up or stand up to your fears, that's what shapes you into the person you'll become once you grow up, my lovely friend," I explain, looking deeply into her beautiful and innocent hazel eyes. "Would like me to help you overcome your fear, Poppy? You're such a strong and brave young lady, I can tell," I smile at her when she gives me a shy nod. "Yes, please." --- This story is a product of my imagination. None of things mentioned in the story are real, and it is not my intention to offend Harry or any other people mentioned in the story as their behaviour is purely idolised.

"In order for this to work...you have to be open." Harry laughed...condescendingly? I set my coffee down and folded my arms on top of the table. "What's the problem?" He took another sip of his coffee, set it to the side, and clasped his naked hands together, setting them on the table in front of him. "The problem is that you, like every other reporter, say these nice things but then the second I walk away from the conversation, I'm made out to be a womanizer and a diva." I raised my eyebrows at that and leaned forward. "Well...are you a womanizer and a diva Mr. Styles?" I watched as something that I couldn't quite define flashed through his green eyes. "No. I am not." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ What happens when Harry Styles, the one who swore he'd never open up, becomes the vulnerable one? What happens when he pushes back against the mysterious journalist, Rue Kline, and forces her to open up as well? "I don't wanna be alone when it ends..."