Eva's past and present collide to cause chaos. [Completed] I do not accept translations, sorry x --- "What are you-" I tried to speak but once again was cut off. Harry brought his hand back up, wrapping it around my throat and pinning me forcefully against him. I couldn't stop the gasp that came from me, my eyes going wide and meeting his in the mirror while under his hand on my neck went hot. His fingers tensed around the sides of my throat, making my head go light and core ache. "You want me to stop?" he asked, tightening his grip. I dropped my eyes to my throat, seeing his bloodied hand wrapped around it, the red liquid seeping out between his fingers and dark drips falling down my chest already. He doesn't look bothered one bit... Neither am I "Don't stop"

Harry spots her in the audience at every single one of his U.S. shows and is almost immediately hooked. She's all he can think about, even in his dirtiest moments. But what he does when he realizes she has a girlfriend is what seals the deal for her. After all, girls love girls and boys.

[COMPLETED] where she sat and ate her strawberries, while he smoked his cigarettes. -harry styles au -set in summer of 1998 -mentions rape, sexual assault, abuse, fighting, and suicide

Willow Mackey is a quiet girl, but she is fiercely loyal and will never lie to you. Harry Styles is her brother's best friend, and someone she'll always have a soft spot for. Grown up and no longer shielded by their ages, lines start to blur, and mistakes keep being made. For the first time in her life, Willow realises that sometimes, the truth is too painful to hear. But how could she ever say no to the one person that's always understood her better than she understands herself? * THIS BOOK COVERS AN AFFAIR. DON'T READ IF YOU DON'T LIKE THE TROPE.

Purple was never kind to the ones in reality. ~ "Get out of here." The familiar boy told the redheaded girl, her heartrate rising with each erratic breath. "He never lets you leave." Purple struggled greatly with mixing blues and reds, ensuring their dye joined as one. Never were they allowed to function on their own. Never were they allowed as individual colors, nor were lighter shades of violet. There was either dark purple, or there was six o'clock. Trembling under the Blue lights, the Red peered over the boy's shoulder at the grandiose poster plastered on the wall. If she couldn't leave Wonderland, then she would watch it burn.

[COMPLETED] *STORY CONTAINS MATURE AND EXPLICIT CONTENT* *THIS IS A SHORT STORY* Harry is the captain of the football team, Abby is known for being quiet and keeping to herself, what they show online isn't what others see of them in real life. Or Harry is a camboy, Abby is a camgirl and they love each other's online personas only.

Summary: Harry is YN's brother's best friend and YN isn't a little kid anymore. Featuring Italrry, teasing, and a sea view. "I said, use your words," he scolded, bringing a hand down to grab at her chin and make her look up at him. His eyes were blown out already, filled with lust. "Thought you weren't a little girl anymore, hm? Or do you still want to be treated like one?" She swallowed hard. Her heart was beating harder and faster than usual and she didn't know what to say. "Well, if that's how it's gonna be then, fine. I'll treat you like the little brat you are, would you like that?" Another nod. "Words." "Yes." "Yes sir," he corrected her. "Yes sir." "Good girl," he said with a smile.

𝗮𝘂 · 𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗿𝘆 𝘀𝘁𝘆𝗹𝗲𝘀 𝘅 𝗳𝗲𝗺!𝗼𝗰 · 𝘁𝗼𝘁𝗮𝗹 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗱 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁: 90k+ Photographer Talulah lives an ordinary life. She works at Another Man Magazine as a photographer, and takes the same old boring route to work everyday whereas Harry Styles owns one of London's most loved flower shops, Wild at Heart, located in the heart of the city. What happens when Harry doesn't get it right the first time he meets Talulah? What about the second... the third time they meet? This is a story about forgiveness and letting go, second chances, a yellow Lab who loves sunflowers and an unexpected wedding that brings everyone together. More importantly, this is a story about believing in Christmas miracles that arrive later than usual. an original story by meetmymouth (also on tumblr) 𝐍𝐁: 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭, 𝐬𝐦𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐡𝐨𝐥 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐝𝐫𝐮𝐠 𝐮𝐬𝐞, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐬, 𝐝𝐲𝐬𝐟𝐮𝐧𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐬 YOU ARE NOT ALLOWED TO COPY OR TRANSLATE ANY OF MY WORK. copyright - meetmymouth 2022

In which you've got textbook daddy issues and when your tool of a younger brother brings a sweet doe eyed girlfriend home for Thanksgiving and you end up offering her a ride home, you meet just the man to fix them. Warning: smut, daddy kink, age gap (older male/younger female), slow burn, angst, childhood trauma regarding domestic violence (non-sexual) COMPLETED

opulence /ˈɒpjʊl(ə)ns,ˈɒpjʊləns/ great wealth or luxuriousness. Apollo III, a gang consisting of all girls, tasked with robbing Casino's all over America. What happens when Apollo III crosses paths with Harry Styles, the owner of Stardust Casino, and Harry's five best friends? // I made eye contact with piercing green eyes, as the purple lights from above danced on his face, he smirked as two girls grinded on him. He seemed to love the attention. Liked the thought that everyone is eating out of his hand, and he's aware of it. "What about him?" I questioned, nodding my head in his direction. "Him? He's dangerous... in many ways. He's a pathetic excuse for a human. He has a reputation, a scumbag who fucks around with everyone." She shouted to me over the music. I threw back a blowjob shot and thanked the bartender, he winked at me and I turned around in disgust. I rolled my eyes, "Wanker," I muttered under my breath. I grabbed another shot and noticed the man started to nudge and push people in the crowd, as he made his way towards me and the girls. Neveah clamped her hand around my wrist and started pulling me away, I slammed the shot glass on the bar as Neveah urgently pulled me away. I turned at the man with green eyes and brown hair as a curl fell down across his forehead, he smirked at me and I whipped my head back around to the front of me, to feel my wrist being squeezed by Neveah's hand. I felt a jolt of electricity course through my veins, but I wasn't sure if it was the alcohol or him.