In order to be taken seriously, Lexi has had to become something she hates; emotionless, ruthless and a little bit brutal. But despite the tough exterior, she has one weakness, a green-eyed man with a smile that makes her stomach flip and ego so big she wants to slap it right out of him.

Maybe she never should've joined the game. SHORT STORY.

"Are you going to kill me," I whispered, feeling a single tear roll down my face. He stopped his actions, running a hand over his face as he chuckled. My heart was thumping against my chest in fear as his moods changed so quickly. His laugh sent a shiver down my spine as he looked to the ceiling, an ominous grin on his face. He wouldn't kill me, right? Harry kept the smile on his face, turning to face me. I watched in anguish as he fished through his pockets, pulling out two knives and a pistol. Instead of using the items, he tossed them to the side, not once breaking eye contact "No, baby. I'm not going to kill you," I sighed in relief at his words, leaning my head back against the wall. Not allowing me the satisfaction of alleviation, he spoke again, his words leaving me more unsettled than before. "But you're going to wish I had." /// "I had a few got drunk on you and now I'm wasted." She was drunk on him. His medicine was her. Madison is a 21 year old Cosmetologist. When she finds herself as the new stylist for a world renowned band, she signs up for more than she knows; A fatal love story between her and Harry Styles. A twist on the classic enemies to lovers story, with more to love than to hate. ________________________________________ MATURE CONTENT credits @watermelxnsugarx

e•phem•er•al-lasting for a very short time "Now what's a pretty girl like you doing on your hands and knees, scrubbing the floor?" The deep voice speaks from above me. The same deep voice I heard yelling just seconds before the sound of a deafening gunshot down the hall. "I'm a room attendant, sir, I'm just doing my job." I respond fearfully, forcing my eyes from glancing up at the menacing man. He exhales a chuckle of cynical amusement, his footsteps getting closer and closer to my presence on the marble floor until I eventually spot a pair of pristine black loafers covered in blood. "Look at me when I'm talking to you." The gravelly voice says threateningly. I swallow. I stop scrubbing the floor and slowly glance up at the man. Immediately I am struck by the green of his eyes. They remind me of a snake as they stare at me with such intensity. "Good girl. Now, if you are just a room attendant, then why are you out here instead of cleaning one of the rooms?" He says with a sly smirk. I try not to express panic on my face as I search my head for a believable answer to give him but before I can even begin to respond he answers for me with a clicking of his tongue. "Now this..." The man sighs whilst bending down to my head level. "This is a bit of a complication for us isn't it." He finishes while his penetrating gaze bores into my slightly trembling stature. I'm fucked. ***Lena Taylor is a young woman working tirelessly as a room attendant at the world-renowned hotel known as the Styles Plaza, in hope that the job allows her to pay for her collegiate education. However, when she is caught at the wrong place and time, she discovers that the Styles Plaza is more than just a luxurious hotel. Left with no other options, she is trapped. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED TO @makemeblush4 CONTAINS MATURE LANGUAGE / DRUG ABUSE/ SEXUAL CONTENT / DESCRIPTIVE VIOLENCE / MENTAL HEALTH STARTED: DEC 2021

"You're never going to find a way out out of this labyrinth of mine," he says to her between the capturing of her lips. But there was a part of her that knew she was wasn't going to look for a way out. © beauty_gurl 2018 Start date: Nov. 8th, 2018 End date: TBD

MATURE AND EXPLICIT CONTENT. Viewer Discretion is advised. Cherry and Harlow reunite in New York, 2011.

Benita "Benny" León despises everything Harry Styles represents: the glorification of violence, the shadow of his serial killer father. Yet, when Crimson Kills is short of a drummer, the chance is too big to ignore. Can she reconcile her principles with the magnetic but unsettling world of a rock star defined by darkness, especially when that darkness starts to bleed into reality? rewritten 2025 » This is a Harry Styles AU Fan Fiction with no ties to Harry Styles. Story contains Mature and Explicit content.

[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.

[COMPLETED] *STORY CONTAINS MATURE AND EXPLICIT CONTENT* !! Disclaimer: Harry Styles is used as a face and name claim, these characters DO NOT represent who he is as a person, this is purely fiction and not tied to Harry Styles in ANY WAY. !! It's 1973, Marijuana has just been legalised, festivals are booming and rock and roll has become bigger than ever. Oregon is the hot spot for many festivals - psychedelic mushroom festivals, music festivals, rave drug festivals. It's what all young adults dream of in a world where they feel alone. But what happens when those festivals turn into nightmares? What happens when a body unexpectedly shows up? And what happens when the main suspect is the lead singer of the band that headlines every single festival? Are they tied to the murder, or are they being framed? What happens when more bodies start showing up? Join Mary Jane - a twenty four year old cannabis and rave lover, and the mystery of what's going on behind the scenes of these festivals she loves oh so much. It's a journey filled with sex, drugs and rock and roll. What could go wrong? Or what happens if it's all just pretend? "The Summer Of 1973" Harry Styles 1970s AU **CURRENTLY NOT ACCEPTING ANY PRINTING OR TRANSLATING OF MY WORK**

ON HOLD // "What do you want to drink, angel?" He whispered in my ear as goosebumps rose all over my skin. I roll my eyes at him secretly adoring the nickname he's chosen for me. "Haven't I told you, Harry, that's not my name?" He gives me a genuine laugh flashing his perfect smile handing me a cup filled with a clear liquid. "Angel is more fitting than your full name, it's all I see when I look at you." // *NOT A SLOW BURN*