TREASURE SERIES (1/3) Brinna Harper; a twenty-three year old publicist's assistant with too much fear and not enough self control. After working her way out of an abusive household, Brinna struggles to cope with her need for harmless fun. But even a few harmless thrills add up. When she happens to stumble into a new Las Vegas night club, all morals and responsibilities crumble to the ground. There, she finds a new harmless thrill, one who goes by the name of Harry. *** "But you never crave a drug? Or alcohol? You don't run from your obligations to get a fix, right?" He softens his brows. "That doesn't mean I'm not addicted to it, I keep going back." He sighs, eyes flicking between my own. "I hate to break it to you, but that's called being in your twenties, Brinna." I pout at his roundabout way of calling my worries ridiculous. "That's how addiction starts, I like it so much that I keep coming back for more until eventually I get hooked." "Not everyone gets addicted. Your parents went through something horrible and found comfort in something they shouldn't have. You smoke a little weed and make out with your friend. There's a big difference," he says bluntly. ***

*Story containes MATURE & EXPLICIT CONTENT* THIS IS A SEQUEL / PART 2. Read "Stall" before this book, unless you just like spoiling things for yourself. If that's the case, you do you boo. "Something can be both delicate and violent" *** Harry lowers his eyes at me as he backs me up against the wall, the red lighting only making him look more menacing "You wanted the bad guy Abby? Wanted the villain?" My heart his running a hundred mile an hour when my breathing hitches in my throat as his hand comes up to wrap his long fingers tight around my jaw forcing me to look him in the eye. "Well now you've got him" He leans his face close to mine, his voice dropping to a low warning murmur that has my stomach hitting the floor. "...Run little mouse" *** BOOK STARTED JULY 1 2019 COMPLETED JULY 2021

I hate her, I hate her, I fucking hate her. If she died right now, I wouldn't care. My main concern would be how I would get my money for this stunt. I have not an ounce of a feeling for this girl in front of me, yet I can't move under her angry gaze. I wouldn't dare. "Fuck you." I whisper out a pitiful insult to get the last word. "Fuck you." She replies just as quietly, taking a deep inhale as she holds our eye contact. She grinds her jaw as she stays looking at me, eyes scanning over my face with a huff. I hold my same scowl, still not backing away from her. I'm stuck in my place, my face not even an inch away from hers. I don't know how it happened, who started it, or what, but before I know it, her lips are on mine and I'm shoving her body backwards into the shelf. - Aubrey Hart and Harry Styles, costars in the movie "Forbidden Connection", hate each other. On screen, they're happily in love and yearning for each other's touch. Outside of that, though, it's constant yelling and fighting between the two of them. There's never a second of peace. Harry goes too far with what he says and Aubrey claps back in an instant. They don't clash very well whatsoever. When they're offered a big paycheck for a PR relationship, will the forced closeness become a little too real? Will they start to grow an understanding for each other? It's like they all say... there's a fine line between love and hate. **MATURE CONTENT** HIGHEST RANKINGS #1 in enemiestolovers #1 in harrystyles #1 in louistomlinson #1 in zaynmalik #1 in liampayne STARTED JANUARY 2021 - COMPLETED JULY 2021

"I have been watching you for a while now, my love" he whispered darkly in my ear. "Why are you doing this to me" I squeaked, earning a low chuckle from him. "Because" he said, moving his hands from the wall above my head and down my body, resting very low on my waist. "I can". ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Highest Rank: 1st in Fanfiction WARNING: Contains sexual content and mature language, read at own risk!! Copyright All Rights Reserved © fxckingpayno

within the meadow where the birds chirped and flowers bloomed, the two souls collided like summer and autumn and the changes of the season brought them closer than ever. it was the meadow where magic happened and life blew by giving no time to realize that they too blew away with the wind of winter leaving a chilling story to pass on throughout the years. WINNER OF: |The Kiwi Styles Awards 2018; Overall Contest Winner [1st place]; Harry Styles A.U. [2nd place]| + lowercase intended. alternate universe. fluff and such. completed & edited.

[second book after 'quondam'] i didn't embrace my love for you until it was too late. + lowercase intended. alternate universe. emotional.

her lip was between his teeth and her heart between his fingers. set in italy in the 1950s. + lowercase intended. alternate universe. sweet. mature content.

in which harry is a hot-shot columnist for new york's most popular lifestyle/fashion magazine. he has his dream job, he thinks, but he's constantly sad and stuck in the past. then he meets the moon; or a girl named luna. finally, someone who gets him. if only she would just let him adore her. » [non-lowercase] This is an AU story with no affiliation with Harry Styles. Story contains Mature and Explicit content CONTENT WARNING: This story contains mentions of death or dying, disowning, hospitalization, illness, loss of loved one, mental illness, needles, and pills. » #1 line #1 fineline #1 hes #1 literature #1 harryedwardstyles #2hsau #4 harrystyles #4 fine #5 adore you » COMPLETED

Harry Styles One Shots. These are one shots I have found on tumblr. All credit goes to the writers of which I name at the end of every chapter. If any original writers of these one shots would like me to remove them, please let me know.

*this story contains mature and explicit content.* [on going] rules, secrets, and lies all get uncovered eventually. and then what remains is the broken pieces of something that once was everything, but now is nothing. // "And what am I?" Then he smirks, and it's nothing but bitter. I know his next words are gonna be everything he's been wanting to say from the moment he met me. "Nothing," his are eyes on mine. "you're nothing." he means it. I smile because he least expects it. I lean forward like he did, matching his movements. I take a good look at him, his scars, his bruises. And I know the only difference between his and mine is that mine are invisible. "And what are you, any better?" His smirk remains, his eyes cold, his words uncaring. "I'm glad you're finally starting to catch on." he reminds me we're the same. // ** Set in the 90's.