It's been years since the teenage heartthrobs of One Direction split up and went their separate ways. Harry has seemingly dropped off the face of the earth and has been out of the public eye for a decade. Tallulah Kadence, a small town girl with big dreams and dark secrets. Yearning for something more in life and to escape her bubble. Somehow, by some miracle, their paths cross on a gloomy late fall day. Ranked 18/1000 top 1directionfanfic 2/3/25 Ranked 1/14 top survivingabuse 2/17/25 Ranked 20/241 top 1dsmut 2/17/25 Ranked 91/1000 top adultfiction 2/19/25

There are no secrets that time does not reveal. A world full of masquerades, torture and violence. No breaks of the unexpected as the uprising mafia gangs rule the streets of civilians. The downfall causes the youngest of both to follow through with a marriage of convenience. But what happens when the plan that was once in place becomes more complicated than needed. Don't trust no one?

It's a blur when you meet someone you have already met before. June and Harry are caught in a blur when they discover that their casual relationship was never casual. Their own children knew much more than they already knew about each other. How will this change everything between them? What other blurs will they discover along the way?

"I just had to let you know, I never meant to hurt you so, Arabella." A deep but raspy voice speaks out in the dark night, with a grey smokey aura surrounding his tall, ghostly frame. My heart drops as I hear those words, coming from the one person I least expected. His words were humiliating He made me feel weak. Nauseous. I see the smoke surrounding his face, illuminated by the moonlight as we were in the middle of an alleyway. He takes a drag of the cigarette, exhaling slowly as his red and swollen lips become puckered in a kiss-like motion. His face is sweaty, like raindrops glistening on his skin, the moonlight still hitting his beautiful whilst incredibly haunting appearance. "But Harry, you did." I respond with tears welling up in the brims of my eyes. I was always a very sensitive person. Everything hurt me so deeply, but never as deeply as Harry Styles did. "Maybe I meant too, Arabella. Maybe next time, don't give yourself to people so easily; you are worthless as always. I should've killed you the night you saw me murder that girl. I can't believe you actually thought I cared." His tone changed, as for a split second, I felt like he actually meant those words. The look he gave me, made me feel stupid. His soul would forever be dark, haunting me like a bad dream. He was a bad person, with a bad heart, and a bad soul. But it was my fault, I gave myself to him, and I shouldn't have expected any more from him. After all, he is Harry Styles. Lead singer of Deception, and unbeknownst to others, also leader of the most dangerous group of people alive, the mafia. / / / / THIS SONG IS HEAVILY BASED ON MUSIC SO YOU CAN FOLLOW ALONG! You can find the spotify playlist in the 'INTRO⭐️' chapter! WARNINGS : •Extreme Violence •Dark Harry Styles, Niall Horan, Louis Tomlinson, and Liam Payne •VERY strong language •And a LOT of hurt, especially for you guys💔 ! What could happen when a fan girl ballerina and a rock star boy

I should have fixed my hair, checked my makeup. I should have made sure the obvious tears that even I didn't realize I had shed were cleaned from my face, but I didn't. So when he opened the door, that's the version of me he got. It was his dimples, the smile I loved so dearly, that I saw first. Then the tears and disheveled hair. "Harry?" __________________ Adelaide Young was an independent, aspiring artistic designer in a happy relationship when she met Harry Styles in a coffee shop one morning. She had no idea that a single spilled coffee would set her on a path that not even she could have imagined. Not one to accept or ask for help, meeting Harry and the devastating ripple effects of their friendship would force Adelaide to allow Harry in and save her. And when both she and Harry didn't know how to save themselves from one another? Well you'll just have to read on and see...

If you were to mention her name in a locker room, or in a girls bathroom, you would always get the same look and smirk sent in your direction. Because she was an urban legend. Someone people told their younger siblings about when they wanted to brag about how awesome it was to be a teenager. The details and the ending would always change, but the conclusion to the story was always that; "that girl had some serious daddy issues." (Art on cover credited to http://athousandclouds.tumblr.com/)

He is a rockstar, but also her boss. She is a creative director, who happens to work in pleasing. This is the love story that everyone wish it didn't happen.

18+ | ON HOLD BECAUSE IT'S ABOUT TO GET REALLY DEPRESSING AND I'M NOT READY *** May 2nd, 1998. Oakland, California. Nova Deville attends her Father's political rally to show her support for his Mayoral Campaign. When a group of young, masked 'outlaws' crash the rally to speak out against Deville's corruption, Nova gets wrapped up in their passion and ends up aiding them in their escape. After helping this mysterious group of leather and lace, she slowly gets sucked into their world of sex, drugs and rock n' roll. One member of the group stands out to her; Harry Dawson. He's cold, reckless, brutally honest and wants nothing to do with her. But, Harry becomes the least of her problems when a brutal murder rocks the town and tensions rise in the already politically segregated community. But, it doesn't stop at one. When the murderer starts making victims of Nova's very own social circle, she can't help but think that this killer is closer to her than she thinks and she can't trust anyone. *** "Fuck, Nova, please touch me. I fucking hate myself for this, but you're making me so desperate, please," Harry falls apart in front of me, whimpering and moaning at the words tumbling out of his own mouth. I start to reach out my hand, ready to touch him for the very first time, and he moans out in anticipation from my slight movement, eyes trained on my delicate fingers. And then, the sound of shattering glass and a loud thud pierces the air from downstairs. I go completely still. "No, don't stop, Nova..." He whines at me and wraps his own hand around himself to relieve some tension. I ignore his pleas and grab my gun from off my nightstand, ready to handle whatever the fuck is going on downstairs now. "Wait here for me," I grab his wrist, pulling his hand out of his lap and throwing it back against my headboard roughly, "and no touching." *** Started: December 12th, 2021

Bridget wasn't like your average teenager that likes to party. She likes school and hates to party, always gets her work done and doesn't do anything bad or illegal. Harry was basically the opposite. He was attending every party, ditches school a lot and has been caught doing some illegal things. But when these two meet, who would've thought they'd end up dating? when friends, family and even enemies complicate things and past secrets are revealed, can they fight through it and stay strong?

I lowered myself to my knees, biting my lip softly as I felt him walk up behind me. He brought his arm around me, his hand wrapping around the left side of my jawline, moving against it to the right. It took everything in me not to bite his arm as it passed in front of me. He stopped his hand right under my chin, his thumb pressing softly on my lower lip until my mouth hung open slightly. "Suck it." He said, his voice thick with lust. I took his thumb in my mouth, sucking it softly. With his other hand, he brought my face back against him, wrapping it tightly around my neck, "Good girl." He said, his green eyes barring down at me. His shirt hung open, the dark ink engraving his body illuminated by the small light in the room. His butterfly tattoo moving with his breath. "You remember the safe word?" He said sternly, and I nodded. "I need to hear you." He said, the grip around my neck slightly tighter. I released his thumb from my mouth, licking my lips, "Yes, sir." He smirked at me, his dimples devilishly appearing on his face as he bent down and kissed me deeply. - Harry Styles walks into an LA bar when Carolina Townes instantly captures his eye. From her sassy smug personality, to her free spirit, he becomes completely enamored. But can he grow past his dark ways, to fully appreciate her the way she wants to be. STORY WILL CONTAIN: Sexual content and drugs.