~~~~~~ Morrigan was a quite and shy person who was hurt horrendously. She used to love tranquility that the silence brought her but not anymore, not after James. Harry could be described as ruthless and fiercely tough as the leader of Pink, but his admiration for a women named Morrigan changed his way of thinking. Read to find out ~~~~ check tw's #2 in harrystyles #3 in harrystylesfanfiction #2 in nightterrors #4 in harryedwardstyles #5 in harryedwardstyles #1 in loveharrystyles #4 in protection #2 in harryandniall #1 in harryandniall #15 in harryedwardstyles

"No, Tell me this was all a dream, please. I'm begging you!" I yelled. "Then this wouldn't be as fun as it is now, would it darling?" The voice spoke from behind. // Elianna Grace who is currently working on getting a psychology degree specializing in behavioral psychology gets assigned to work on a case assisting the city's top criminal lawyer, Harry Styles to investigate a serial killer on the loose. What happens when they soon start realizing that they can trust no one around them? Does the arrival of one another in each other's lives make their journey angelic or miserable?

All Harry Styles ever wanted to do was play hockey. It was his passion in life, and the only thing he ever really felt he was good at. Without it, he was lost. After a tragic series of events leaves him feeling angry and unsure of his future, he knows he is falling into a pattern of bad behavior. His daily fight to escape the past and move on with his life is weighing on him, so when he is given one final shot at playing college hockey he knows it's his only option. Eager to get the hell out of England, Harry earns a spot playing for the University of Michigan and takes his opportunity at a fresh start. However, he soon discovers that his new start is full of it's own challenges and maybe running from his past wasn't as easy as he thought. He is thrown into the middle of a controversy that helps him realize that maybe he can make things right in a way he never could before. **Absolutely no reposting or translating of this story. NO EXCEPTIONS.

Marguerite doesn't know why Harry Styles is protecting her. Only that without him, she'd already be dead. Cold, controlling, and impossible to escape, Harry drags her into a world of secrets, violence, and unanswered questions where danger follows her everywhere she goes. And the more time she spends with him, the more she realizes one terrifying truth: Harry isn't just hiding something. He's hiding her.

'Stay out of trouble, angel.' When the bar Maud works at is suddenly sold, she's told not to worry. New owner, same job - nothing will change. Except everything does. Because the new owner isn't just a person, it's a motorcycle club, Rapture MC. And at the center, unforgiving and merciless, stands Harry Styles. The kind of man who doesn't ask but only takes. Maud knows she should stay far away from him, but the bar becomes his territory. And Maud? She's suddenly right in the middle of it. WARNING 18+ ONLY: this fic contains mature themes and content. Reader discretion is advised. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED TO @butterflytattoo

He's humming again. Humming should be a soothing sound with dulcet tones that carry on in a wordless melody. It should be something that helps you close your eyes, relax, and drift away. That isn't how it goes with him. His hum is slow and disconcerting. The irregular, dissonant chords leave my heart pounding against my rib cage. I heard it before I started running, but I couldn't figure out what song it was - not until now; not until I was standing face to face with him with one of his hands wrapped tightly around my throat. London Bridge Is Falling Down. Coming from his lips, the nursery rhyme about Virgin Mary seems so unholy - so dark and so wicked. It does good as a promise - a warning for whatever hell he's about to unleash. When his humming slows to an abrupt stop, he presses the gun under my chin. He forces me to stare into his green, hellish eyes. I suck in an uneven breath. He revels in my fear. My body shakes before him, and I can see gratification in the way he smiles with sick satisfaction. "Oh, you poor, poor thing," He tuts, forcing a frown as he drags the cold metal of his pistol down the side of my face, tauntingly. "You don't even realize what you've done, do you?" - Allie Vera is struggling to make ends meet to support herself and her baby sister. Desperate, she takes the opportunity to become a waitress at an uprising strip club in New York. When she accidentally discovers something hidden in the walls of the club, she comes to a horrifying discovery that this club is only one of many cover-ups for something much bigger than she could ever imagine. Horrified yet determined to save herself and protect her baby sister, she makes a deal. - Ranking(s): #1 in punk #1 in dark #1 in Harry #1 in 1directionfanfic

In the dazzling chaos of New York City, two souls- Harry and Matilda reconnect after years apart, their reunion sparking a familiar flame neither expected. As the city's vibrant pulse rekindles their connection, romantically, he thinks back to the life-altering secret he uncovered back in London ... their daughter, Luna. Now, he's not just haunted by memories of their shared past, but driven by a fierce desire to prove he's become the man Matilda deserves. He's irrevocably in love with her and desperate to show her he's no longer the irresponsible and immature boy she knew from 2015. He's ready to fight for a future with her and their child. But can he convince her that he's truly changed? Can he overcome the years of separation and the weight of his past mistakes? In a city where love can bloom in the most unexpected places, he's determined to prove that their story deserves a second chapter, and that he's ready to write it with her and their daughter by his side.

"In everyone's life, at some time, our inner fire goes out. It is then burst into flame by an encounter with another human being. We should all be thankful for those people who rekindle the inner spirit." - Albert Schweitzer [trigger warning: this story will explore topics such as mental and physical abuse, grief, loss of a child, death, mental health issues, serious illnesses, drug use, swearing, as well as contain mature explicit content] Is this really happening? This is really happening Can this keep on happening? No one needs to know Addison and Harry have been friends since they were babies. They have gone through childhood together. They managed awkwardly through his rise to fame despite everything changing. They have shared highs, lows, heartbreaks, losses and everything in between. Their story now is about to change forever. Will they make it out the other side? [authors note: this story comes completely from my imagination. Any similarities are entirely coincidental]

When Harry Styles agrees to be best man at Ed Sheeran's wedding, he expects speeches, champagne, maybe a few happy tears. What he doesn't expect is to be thrown back into the orbit of Lottie Hall-maid of honour, indie musician, and the girl who once poured a gin and tonic over his head before vanishing from his life six years ago. Once, they were almost something. Almost collaborators. Almost lovers. Until one overheard conversation shattered everything. Now they're forced to play nice in matching wedding roles, pretending there isn't a history pulsing underneath every cutting remark and lingering glance. Lottie's tattoos are new. Harry's heart is older. And the fault lines between them? They're starting to shake again. Tangled in old wounds, wedding planning, and the press's ever-watchful eye, Harry and Lottie must navigate the one thing they've always avoided: telling the truth about what really happened that night-and what it still means now. COMPLETE.

A night shift. It brings darkness, a sense of uncertainty and unknown, you never really know what's coming through those doors until it hits you square in the face and it's all hands on deck. You never really know who's coming through those doors until their lips are on yours and you're down deep for a woman you don't even know. You never know what could happen on a night shift.