"That lipstick doesn't suit you. Red's not your color," he throws out casually before heading for the door. "I didn't ask for your opinion," I snap, turning toward him. "Good luck, Noel," he pauses for half a second, flicking the last cigarette away. That smug expression lingers in his green eyes. I scowl, hating how he stands there like nothing happened, casually toying with his cigarette. Faintly, I hear fans roar as he steps forward and blows a smoke stream right in my face. • Rock Me is a legendary rock band that has earned the title of the most popular band in the world thanks to their powerhouse hits, insane on-stage energy, and unique style. But Noel and Harry, the band's lead singers- can't stand each other. Noel is too weak and helpless to stand up to the arrogant, cocky Harry, who radiates nothing but darkness. ALTERNATE UNIVERSE! SEX / DRUGS / ROCK 'N' ROLL / VIOLENCE / DEPRESSION / EXPLICIT LANGUAGE / ALCOHOLISM / PUNK BAND • DARK HARRY • I DON'T NEED A TRANSLATION!

"Who's that over there?" The man looked at me like I was from outer space, or perhaps like I lived under a rock, maybe a mixture of both. "Him? They call him Full Throttle," he chuckled with a hint of nervousness in his voice. I scrunched my nose up in confusion. "Why?" The man threw his head back and laughed before answering me. "Because he doesn't hold back. He does everything at full speed... racing, girls, and-" the man cut himself off, seeking as though he was catching himself spilling a secret. "And what?" "Don't worry about it." THIS BOOK IS PURELY A WORK OF FICTION! The characters in it are in NO way a representation of the people chosen to play them. It is merely a story, and they fit the physical description best for their characters. The characters I have created are completely fictional, and in no way relate to my thoughts and or feelings about the people I have chosen to play said characters! || THIS BOOK CONTAINS MATURE AND EXPLICIT CONTENT, PLEASE READ AT YOUR OWN RISK || HIGHEST RANKINGS: -#1 in hs -#1 in fiction -#1 in racing -#1in dragracing -#2 in harrystyles -#4 in youngadult -#5 in onedirection -#19 in cars -#31 in gangs -#57 in fighting -#64 in harry -#111 in drama -#461 in love

After being dragged on a night out with her best friend Mia, Riley stumbles across something she shouldn't have, putting herself and those closest to her at risk. All her life, all Riley has ever wanted is to feel safe, but when she stumbles across something that she shouldn't, and getting herself involved in a life of crime, drugs and rivalries, will she ever feel that safety she's always longed for? - What's your antidote? top rank - #1 in darkrry

"You'll never know," he said with that familiar, raspy laugh. For twenty-four-year-old psychologist Joyce De Graaf, Harry Styles was nothing more than a fleeting encounter in a New York club. A stranger whose world lay miles away from her own. When a fateful quarantine forces them to shelter together in a luxurious villa, the lines between strangers and lovers begin to blur. While the world outside stands still, Joyce fights the demons of her past that come alive in the dead of night. Harry, however, is determined to break down the walls around her heart. In a world consumed by cameras and rumors, they try to find a connection that only the two of them understand. But how can you truly let someone in when you haven't even forgiven yourself? Content Warning TRIGGER WARNING: This story contains explicit themes, including sexual assault, domestic abuse, depressive thoughts, and suicide.

"Jesus, hold still." The wind was sharp enough to sting my cheeks bright pink while Harry stood directly in front of me, adjusting his helmet over my head with careful hands. "I'm not even moving," I muttered with an eye roll. "Think that's you, genius." A quiet scoff left him, his fingers brushing my loose blonde hair away from my mouth before tightening the strap beneath my chin. Harry's hands stilled on the helmet buckle, the tip of his thumb brushing over the dimple on my chin. I didn't think he realized he was doing it until he lifted his eyes to mine. "Why do you keep looking at me like that?" I asked, my fingers playing with the hem of my leather jacket. "Like what?" The space between his brows creased. I blinked. "Like you're trying not to." Aoife Rhodes, warm-hearted and stubborn, arrives in London expecting an unforgettable summer with her big brother just before starting law school. Instead, she finds herself stranded with her brother's flatmate Harry, a stoic tattoo artist with a reputation no one seems willing to explain. But slowly, Harry's life begins to consume hers. And the deeper Aoife falls into it all, the harder it becomes to tell where Harry ends, and she begins. 18+ Mature & Explicit Content Read with Discretion HIGHEST RANKINGS: #1 in harrystyles #1 in onedirection All Rights Reserved to @onthewindowsill

Sequel to Held in Focus Lila thought learning how to stay would be the hardest part. She was wrong. After the studio doors close and the album is finished, the quiet she learned to trust is replaced with motion. Planes. Buses. Cities that never stop looking. The world widens, and with it comes a kind of visibility she can no longer control with framing or distance. Tour life doesn't ask permission. Behind the camera, Lila is still observant, still careful, still searching for steadiness. But now the lens points outward into crowds that feel endless, into moments that don't disappear when the lights go down. Old instincts resurface in small, almost invisible ways. She keeps moving. Keeps working. Keeps telling herself she's fine. Until her body tells a different story. Harry has always known how to stay. What he's still learning is how to stay without trying to fix. To love without tightening his grip. To trust Lila's agency even when fear tells him to protect her from everything, including herself. Presence, he learns, is not the same as control. Told through tour buses, hotel hallways, backstage silences, and the spaces after the noise fades, this is a story about what happens after the choosing. About care that evolves when pressure increases. About love that survives not because it is loud, but because it adapts. This is not a story about falling apart. It's about repair. About learning that rest can be as radical as resilience. That being held sometimes means being slowed down. That safety is not lost when the world gets louder. And that staying is not a single decision, but a series of quiet ones, made again and again, even when the frame won't stop widening.

Surrounded by the chaos of a crime-ridden city, Detective Styles is the NYPD's top investigator, tirelessly working to keep the streets safe. His relentless drive and sharp instincts have earned him a reputation for solving even the toughest cases with ease. But as cold cases begin to pile up, the department employs a young detective from another area to assist Styles, hoping their fresh perspective and skills will help tackle the growing caseload. However, Harry's pride may prove to be his biggest obstacle. Will he be able to set aside his ego and work with his new partner, who quickly rises to stardom in the department? Or will history get in the way of solving the city's most elusive mystery?

"Don't blame me for the monster you became. You were just waiting for someone to give you permission..." ~ Olivia never meant to become a weapon-or to fall so hard for the man who made her one. But from the moment she bailed Harry out of jail, she had already surrendered. Together, they leave a trail of blood and chaos, bound by devotion so toxic it bruises more than it could ever heal. With the boys joining them and with new threats closing in, Olivia begins to see the tether for what it truly is-and if she breaks it, he may not survive what's left of himself. * * * TW ‼️ This book contains scenes of: Graphic violence/ murder, torture, blood/gore Psychological, physical, and emotional abuse SEX (includes blood play), toxic/obsessive relationship A bit of an emotional rollercoaster with the character development (forgive me in advance for Harry yikes) Reader discretion is strongly advised ‼️

"You shouldn't be here," he says. His voice is flat, devoid of the warmth I keep looking for. I don't look away. I can't afford to. "And yet... here I am." Harry doesn't smile. He just exhales, the scent of expensive whiskey and cold air hitting my face as his eyes track the way my pulse jumps in my throat. "Lucky for you... I'm in the mood to let it slide." // Ariella was supposed to be a star. She survived a past that should have killed her, and she was ready to leave the wreckage behind for a microphone and a stage. But a gig at The Sterling-a high-end hotel owned by Harry Styles didn't buy her a way out. Hired to be a voice for the elite, Ella quickly realizes she's just a shield. A beautiful, tragic distraction for Harry to use while he moves weapons through the city's shadows. But Harry isn't the only one with a motive. Blackmailed by a detective to spy on the city's most dangerous family, Ella is forced to play a double game to save her sister's life. She's trapped between a law that doesn't care if she breathes and a mafia leader who is starting to own her. She's hearing secrets she can't unhear. She's seeing murders she can't forget. And the more she plays the role of a lifetime, the more she realizes the biggest threat isn't the men in suits or the guns in their hands. It's the fact that she's starting to find a home in the one place that will surely destroy her. In this game, the first one to feel... loses. ONGOING | MATURE CONTENT (18+) Highest Rankings : #1 in hsfanfic (5/5/26) #1 in Darkrry (5/28/26)

Lila has spent her life learning how to disappear quietly. Behind a camera, she feels safest-observing, framing, capturing moments without ever becoming the subject herself. The lens gives her distance. Control. A way to exist without being seen too closely. Until she steps into a studio where everything is loud, unfinished, and waiting-and meets Harry Styles. Harry doesn't try to fix her. He doesn't rush her, doesn't demand vulnerability, doesn't pull her into the light before she's ready. He simply stays. What begins as work becomes presence. What starts as quiet companionship turns into something steadier, slower, and far more dangerous than chaos: care. Told through late nights, low light, and the spaces between songs, this is a story about learning when to stay. About what it means to be held without being edited. About safety built not through grand gestures, but through consistency, consent, and choosing each other again and again. This is not a love story about being saved. It's about being seen clearly. About letting the frame widen. About realizing that some people don't need you smaller to love you. And that sometimes, the most powerful thing you can do is stop bracing for the moment they leave-and trust that they won't. *SEQUEL IS COMPLETED*