Ashton has known " the boys" since her junior year of high school. Her brothers friends were constantly getting her into trouble, Harry especially. She hated him more than anyone but as much as she wanted to go her own way, his hands pull pulled her back to him time and time again. Things have changed since then. She's older now. She's got her own life and chased her own dreams, but a life has a funny way of dragging us back to what we've known... and we can't escape no matter how hard we pull away. This story is not sunshine and rainbows. It is harsh and dark and will be very at times. It is also funny and sexy and smutty, so read at your own risk. . . . . This fic is for 18+ it contains MATURE AND EXPLICIT content including : spanking, choking, threesomes, drugs, death, oral sex, and many other fun activities so PLEASE DONT READ IF YOURE UNCOMFORTABLE WITH THINGS OF THAT NATURE. It will also touch on addiction, loss, grief, and other heavy topics.

He went by Hot Shot, nicknamed for his exceptional ability to repair cars. Molly Pierce, an ambitious girl from the opposite side of town, went a while without ever figuring out his real name. But when the truth about his sinful name and twisted past inevitably resurfaced, she was stuck with a choice to make. A tale of forbidden love, mechanics, and car thieves. ***PLEASE SEPARATE CHARACTERS FROM THEIR FACE CLAIMS, INCLUDING HARRY highest rankings: #1 in harry #1 in harrystyles

Completed • First Draft - not edited. || "You gonna sit there all night?" Luka glances at me, smirking. I glare back. "I was enjoying the last few seconds of peace before having to spend an evening pretending to like you." "That's funny," he says, unbuckling his seatbelt. "Why?" I snap. "Because I was thinking the same thing." || The rules? Easy enough. 1. Pretend to be the perfect couple. 2. Keep it professional. 3. And whatever you do, don't. catch. feelings. Simple, right? Sofia Calloway never planned on going viral for throwing a drink in Luka Mikhaylov's face. But one video, one pissed-off hockey star, and one furious university later... she's suddenly stuck in a fake relationship with the guy she can't stand. He needs to clean up his image before the NHL draft. She needs the free tuition that comes with the deal. All they have to do is smile for the cameras, hold hands at the games, and act like they don't want to strangle each other. Then come the late-night arguments that last too long. The stolen glances that feel too dangerous. The moment where "pretend" starts looking way too real. Because when you break the rules, someone's bound to lose. And this time, it might be both of them.

"You'd be wise to tell me the truth. Which racer would the Circuit rather see dead?" "Redline." --- The Circuit is the top name in underground car racing - an elite, globally connected syndicate operating secretly beneath multiple polished fronts. Each season, it attracts blacklisted professional racers, unknown talents, and secret donors who are all chasing high-stake wins on illegal, unpredictable tracks. With a new season approaching, the racing world remains unsettled by the shocking conclusion to last year's run - and the role Harry Styles played in it. Known as Redline, his reputation was built on unmatched speed and precision. But a collision at the final race ended his most recent season just short of the win, and rumors suggest he hasn't quite recovered. Still, his brand can't afford to disappear. If he can't race, Redline still has to. He needs a ghost driver; someone who can match his skill, win under his name, and navigate the pressure the Circuit demands. Val has several lurking issues of her own. As a getaway driver for organized criminals, her life depends on speed, discretion, and skill. When she betrays a top client, she needs a way out - and fast. Unbeknownst to her, an offer is already lingering nearby. Deals are made. Obstacles lurk in each city. And two stubborn individuals must work together to ensure that Redline finishes this next season on top.

* THIS STORY CONTAINS MATURE & EXPLICIT CONTENT* Please refer to the list of possible triggers and kinks. Harry Styles. Twenty-Five. Green eyes. One hundred and ninety-six pounds. Six foot even or one hundred and eighty-seven centimetres. Born to Anne Cox and Desmond Styles. Parents whereabouts unknown. No known surviving family. Styles is best with guns, poison and the concealment of his victims for none have been found. || Astar works with MI6 as a secret undercover agent, taking on a new identity to try and infiltrate the Devil's Tribe. Will she be successful? Will she be able to go through all of the hardships? Will she follow the rules or fall apart somewhere along the way? STARTED: FEBRUARY 2021 FINISHED: FEBRUARY 2022

Bloodletter. Everyone knows the name, but few know the man behind it. He's the most ruthless fighter in a local underground fight club, nicknamed for how often he makes his opponents bleed. When Zara Clark, an ambitious writer for her college newspaper, gets assigned the fighter as her next featured piece-nothing will stop her from getting her story. Especially not the cold, arrogant, closed-off man himself. The unexpected connection she feels to him when they finally meet throws her for a loop and she embarks on the wildest ride of her life, as she begins to uncover and unravel the man beneath the legend-Harry Styles. **This story contains strong sexual content and mature themes throughout. Reader's discretion is advised.** Started: March 2020 Finished: July 2021

***completed*** NOW PUBLISHED ON AMAZON Harry Styles. The strange one. The freak. The one who was too kind for his own good, trapped in a world where his job was to bring people pain. Sophia 'Spice' Winters. The dancer. The stripper. The one who who trapped in a world where her job was to provide men with nothing but pleasure. -- "What don't you understand?" Harry seethed, his hands gripping the roots of his hair. "I'm not the good guy here, Sophia. I'm bad, everything about me is fucking bad." Harry looked as if he was about to rip his hair out, his wild eyes shinning with madness. He looked unhinged, raw and angry. It should of frightened me. That look alone should of been enough to send me running. He didn't look like the shy man I first met. He looked...crazy. His fingers were coated in red, stained with the blood of another. He didn't seem to care though. "If I was you Sophia, I would run away. Run as far away as you possibly can, because I promise you...An evil part of me won't let you go, and I hate myself for that. I want you to run away, to a place that I can't ever find you. You'll be safe that way."

A short story based on the song "Six Degrees of Separation" by The Script.

Lily Haize is finally 21, and she's ready to celebrate in style, on a dreamy beach vacation with her parents. There's just one problem: her parents' best friends have decided to tag along... and they're bringing him. Harry Styles Smug, infuriating, cocky Harry, with his stupid perfect jawline and his annoying smirk that has definitely gotten worse over the years. Worse? He's turning 21 on the exact same day as her. Cue the birthday competition, petty dares, beachside bickering, and endless one-upping. But as the days heat up, so does the tension-of a very different kind. The hate is still there... it just comes with lingering stares, accidental touches, and moments that make her question everything she thought she knew about him. One villa. Two birthdays Too many secrets. And one unexpected twist neither of them saw coming. It was supposed to be a vacation. It might just be the start of something more. "You can keep pretending you hate me, Lil..." He smirked, fingers brushing the hem of my dress. "But your body's already told me the truth."

THIS IS NOT MY WORK ‼️ all credits go to Isthatyoularry on AO3📢📢 (I only do that for easier accessibility) SUMMARY : How come falling in love with the person he hated most was so easy? Who the hell did this guy think he was? How could he stand there on the pavement, gorgeous and beautiful, and make Harry fall back into a swirl of desire, when fifteen minutes ago he made his skin prickle with hurt? God, he hated him. He wanted to bash his face into bits. The problem was that more than that, he wanted to kiss him. Between the two options, he would instantaneously choose the second. A mortal enemies with benefits story with a touch of football, lust, and family drama. The Unbelievers Story from Harry's point of view. (Read and vote <3)