"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!

*Story Contains Mature and Explicit Content* [Completed - 01/21/21] Preview: "Tell me something, Killer." Harry murmured. "Tell me what goes on inside your head." "You don't want to see what goes on in my head," I said with a short laugh. "I do." "My thoughts would suffocate you." "Try me." I took a deep breath. "Okay, well right now I'm thinking about what would happen if I just stood up and jumped off the roof." Harry shifted beside me. "My heart would stop beating the second you were in the air." I glanced over at him. "At least give me the option to jump with you," Harry said with a chuckle. "I'm sure I could find a way to save us before we reached the bottom."

Harry Edward Styles. Room 402 at Eastwood Mental Asylum. Known for turning his victims psychotic. To be handled with extreme precaution.

"He clenched his fists to bring himself back to earth, shutting off the tap. He stood stationary, wondering if anything he had been thinking for the last five minutes made any sense at all. Every thought was about her; he wanted her more than anyone. He came down to one conclusion: he was truly obsessed with her." Cover credit to @Nargles

"I was scared... but wouldn't you be? If a serial killer was utterly obsessed with you?" Highest rank: #2 in Thriller

"I loved her not for the way she danced with my angels, but for the way the sound of her name could silence my demons." - Christopher Poindexter

∙COMPLETED ∙ Book 1 of the K&R series He taught her how to be a successful assassin. She taught him how to love, but not how to stop loving her. [Mature content: read at your own risk] Cover Credits: @styleslight * wrote this one when I was young so it's not my best work despite it being the most popular book. please don't judge lmao. All Rights Reserved to macklemcvey, 2015. ©

Hired Gun /ˈhʌɪə ɡʌn/ noun NORTH AMERICAN (informal) a hired bodyguard, mercenary, or assassin.

"I know you have your own agenda, Harry, but you helped - that's what matters." - Hope meets a mysterious stranger in a bar, who takes her on a journey to discover shocking secrets about her family. As she struggles to adjust to her new reality and subsequently let go of her troubled past, the man who was once the embodiment of her worst nightmare becomes obsessed with saving her. - Despite what happens in the first chapter, there is a slow development of the romantic relationship between the main characters. The story contains elements of SPY fiction, which means that except for romance there's also a lot of action and mystery. If you're looking for a fanfic with actual plot, this is for you. Warning: mature content (graphic smut from chapter 20+); the story mentions triggering topics such as depression, physical abuse, addiction, suicide. - Highest rankings: - 5/3/2020 - #1 in hes - 11/4/2021 - #1 in harrystylesfanfic - 1/5/2020 - #3 in harryfanfiction - 30/01/2021 - #11 in spy - 19/9/2020 - #36 in agent - 25/8/2020 - #28 in anxiety disorder - 27/11/2020 - #23 in action-adventure - 10/12/2020 - #65 in styles - 15/04/2021 - #16 in harrystyles

*THIS STORY IS ON HOLD UNTIL FURTHER NOTICE! i'm currently writing other stuff while editing this story!!* *18+ Story Contains Mature Content* "Just as a snake sheds its skin, we must shed our pasts over and over again" - Preview: "Callen seriously where were you?" I scoff and roll my eyes, "You really think you're in the place to ask fucking questions right now?" I snap my head towards him and he sits there calm still, probably expecting my outburst. "You were gone for hours, why wouldn't I ask?" he asks again, keeping his voice low. I glance around the place and it looks like he's already made himself something to eat. "Like you actually care why I was gone" I say sarcastically while holding the cigarette in between my lips, reaching down to unzip my boots and take them off. "You know what I fucking hate Harry?" It's silent for a second until I look back at him, and he nervously replies with a 'what'. I take my jacket off and reach down to the holster in my pants, taking out one of the knives that he gave to me. I set it on the counter and look at him, "I hate when people lie to me. Do you want to know why I hate people lying to me?" It's kind of a rhetorical question, but if he can't see how mad I am then that's his problem. - ONGOING: DECEMBER 2020 - HIGHEST RANKINGS #2 in analysis #27 in harry #1 in analyzing #1 in hs #1 in behaviour #4 writing