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OUT OF NOWHERE. | h.s by camdenharry
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'everyone's watching us...' Luella Langford: London's wildest nepo baby. Daughter of a famous artist manager and a former supermodel. She's rich, reckless, and never taken seriously. Not by her family, not by the press, not even herself. Harry Styles: fresh off the breakup of One Direction. Newly signed to Langford Management Group. Angry, exhausted, and sick of being told who to be. The last thing he needs is another rich girl complication. But when a meeting turns into a mistake... And that mistake turns into a pregnancy, They're forced into each other's lives, whether they're ready or not. STARTED: JULY 17TH 2025
Velvet Cage by Ittyfitty
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He's the agent that's supposed to get her to turn against her own husband. She's the abused wife of a man with too many secrets. Will they find their way through a web of lies and deceit? Mature and explicit content.
EXSANGUINATE [H.S.] by femalestyles
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When twenty-one year old Eleanor witnesses something she shouldn't one night, she's thrust into the high-stakes world of drugs, murder, and Harry Styles. What happens when her two worlds start to collide? What if she doesn't want to escape? All Rights Reserved @femalestyles Please read warnings prior to starting this book. This book contains mature content that may not suitable to readers under the age of 18. STARTED: 6/4/2025 ENDED: ?
Late Girl [h.s] by lategirl_hs
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I met him on the wrong side of midnight. London was supposed to be my chance to outrun the past, to bury the ghosts. But I've learned that ghosts don't stay buried, and neither do secrets. Now, I'm caught in a dangerous game. And danger isn't something you escape. It catches you. ---- "And right now, I bet it's eating you alive," he murmurs. "Trying to figure out if I'm your executioner or your guardian angel." I swallow hard. "What do you want from me?" "Now that," he leans in just enough to make my pulse jump, "is the right question." -- Harry is widely known as one of the most feared underground fighters London has ever seen. Olivia runs to London to escape the ghosts of her past and reinvent herself. But what happens when a cruel twist of fate brings them together? ** contains violence, drug use, mental health issues, grief, sexual content, strong language.
Heavenly | H.S by intermissionfl0wer
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Harry Styles, a secret service agent working for British intelligence is tasked with finding the killer after a series of brutal but calculated murders across Europe. His mind is sharp, he's smart, arrogant and works with a precision that leaves no room for error. Harry never misses a step, until the night he unknowingly hooks up with the assassin he's been ordered to catch. Winter is a master manipulator, a ruthless assassin with a chilling elegance and icy eyes that seem to pierce through the soul. She kills with precision, vanishes without a trace, and never lets anyone close. What begins as a mission becomes a deadly obsession. Because in this game, they're both hunter and prey. In a world of secrets, betrayal, and bloodshed, Harry finds himself completely captivated by the danger he seeks to eliminate. The cat and mouse game begins, blurring the lines between duty and desire. // "Because we're still doing this the easy way." Harry muttered, his hand flexed on the back of my neck. I gasped when he used my throat to pull me towards him. He spun me around, shoving me back forcefully so my back hit the wall. "I don't want to have to do it the hard way." His chest was against mine to keep me further restrained, my wrists were pinned against the wall above my head. "I don't wanna have to be the bad guy." "What are you going to do?" I asked him, swallowing, feeling his palm wrapped tightly around my throat, but not enough that I was choking, just enough that I could feel the pressure. "Are you trying to choke me, Harry?" I cocked my head to the side, grinning through my blood stained lips. "C'mon... you know I like it."
Honeylove [H.S.] by bluecherryxo
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What started out as a bachelorette party ended in a life-changing dance. Not all those who wander into 𝙍𝙖𝙞𝙣𝙗𝙤𝙬 𝙋𝙖𝙧𝙖𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙚 are lost... Come one. Come all. 𝙍𝙖𝙞𝙣𝙗𝙤𝙬 𝙋𝙖𝙧𝙖𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙚 Nightclub, New York. A place to feel good. 𓆤 HS FIC. grumpy!h x sunshine!mc + enemies to lovers + dark!club!strip!h are rolled into one! DISCLAIMER: MATURE AND EXPLICIT CONTENT, DRUG AND ALCOHOL USE, VIOLENCE, LANGUAGE. This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, places, events, and incidents are products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. READ AT YOUR DISCRETION. THANK YOU. 𓆤
Flight risk. [h.s] by m1dn1ghtmemor1es
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Arlie Addams, the biggest actress in Hollywood. At the top of the world; she stars in every movie, is on the cover of every magazine and is sought-after by every celebrity stylist. She is invincible to everyone, except herself. Harry Styles, a musician enjoying the peak of his career. With two award-winning albums, a Vogue cover, and numerous prestigious awards under his belt. He is perfect at everything he sets his mind to, except relationships. What could possibly go wrong when two people still healing from their tumultuous breakup are cast alongside each other in the most anticipated movie of the year? To add fuel to the fire, Arlie is already in a long-term relationship with the man directing them both. With secrets, lies, affairs, scandals and songwriting warping their lives, will Arlie and Harry ever be able to get over the heartbreak from years ago? Or will Arlie Addams forever be Hollywood's biggest flight risk?
Tokyo Drift || HS by call-me-elle
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India was sent to Tokyo for work. Harry Styles went to Japan to find solace after a bad breakup. Never in her life did India think she would be face to face with the famous rockstar - or enter into a battle of wits with him. © 2020 Elliot Grace
killer instinct - || h.s. || by eversincekyoto
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a killer instinct was coined in the early boxing world as a protective, cold mentality that surges to one's consciousness and turns one into a vicious defense practitioner. everyone has a killer instinct. for harry styles, that ruthless mentality always seemed to circle back to one singular thing - her. --- but she doesn't let me go far, keeping our faces inches apart and my lips curl up as i chew this gum in between my teeth. her fingers roughly press into my cheeks and she smiles back with a devilish, lustful glint in her eyes. "you're gonna want me in control more often after i'm done with you, baby." she whispers, taking me aback with the boldness of her statement as she simply smiles before letting go of my face with a light shove. i slowly scoff and she hums as i shake my head at her. "yeah? prove it." i taunt and she sinks her straight white teeth into her bottom lip with a smirk. --- || mature and explicit content, read at your own risk * ||
Golden [h.s.] by exquisitestylesx
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It's been a while since I've last seen him, and just the mere mention of this man's presence makes the blood in my veins sing. I can almost hear his voice calling my name. "Aurelia...." he'd slowly drag, his tongue licking his lips each time before pulling into a sinful smirk. "My muse...you have complete control of me, you know that, don't you?" I shudder at the memory, recalling the intensity of his green gaze. He'd always call me his muse, his inspiration. His golden girl. My mouth runs dry. I want nothing to do with this man; so why is it that my body disobeys me? Why is it that goosebumps rise on my skin at the thought of seeing him again? *mature and explicit content*