Forming sentences became the hardest task ever. I felt his gaze on me, his eyes watching every move. I looked around hoping to get out of this state, but it wasn't getting me nowhere. A deer caught on a main road by a driver during a stormy night, this was exactly how he made me feel. I excused myself and went straight to the bathroom. I felt invaded. He was invading me. My thoughts were no longer my own. ... Harry always knew that keeping his distance is the way to go about life, about people. He'd do anything to keep his bookshop alive, including things he never imagined himself to get stuck in. And as long as he doesn't think too much about it, his life continues. That's until he meets Sara. Equally as confusing and as closed off as him, something clicks and everything he's ever done comes back to him. Now he wants to keep her away from him. She wants to stay as far as possible from the dangers of life, after all she had her fair share of traumatic events. It seems like neither of them knows how to make this happen and through each other they'll relearn trust. ... Harry Styles fanfic - Complete Work - Dark AU

"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!

They never told you that the monster under your bed could have a set of beautiful forest green eyes and an angelic smile. -a story in which a girl is taken by a notorious gang member that lives beneath the world's feet. THIS IS A TRILOGY BOOK (1/3) *COMPLETED* HIGHEST RANKINGS #1 in harrystyles #1 in fanfiction #1 in one direction NOT ALLOWING TRANSLATIONS FOR THIS OR THE REST OF THE TRILOGY! MATURE READ! ALL RIGHTS RESERVED @happydays1d/// CONTAINS VULGAR LANGUAGE, VIOLENCE AND SEXUAL CONTENT. READ AT OWN RISK///

I hate her, I hate her, I fucking hate her. If she died right now, I wouldn't care. My main concern would be how I would get my money for this stunt. I have not an ounce of a feeling for this girl in front of me, yet I can't move under her angry gaze. I wouldn't dare. "Fuck you." I whisper out a pitiful insult to get the last word. "Fuck you." She replies just as quietly, taking a deep inhale as she holds our eye contact. She grinds her jaw as she stays looking at me, eyes scanning over my face with a huff. I hold my same scowl, still not backing away from her. I'm stuck in my place, my face not even an inch away from hers. I don't know how it happened, who started it, or what, but before I know it, her lips are on mine and I'm shoving her body backwards into the shelf. - Aubrey Hart and Harry Styles, costars in the movie "Forbidden Connection", hate each other. On screen, they're happily in love and yearning for each other's touch. Outside of that, though, it's constant yelling and fighting between the two of them. There's never a second of peace. Harry goes too far with what he says and Aubrey claps back in an instant. They don't clash very well whatsoever. When they're offered a big paycheck for a PR relationship, will the forced closeness become a little too real? Will they start to grow an understanding for each other? It's like they all say... there's a fine line between love and hate. **MATURE CONTENT** HIGHEST RANKINGS #1 in enemiestolovers #1 in harrystyles #1 in louistomlinson #1 in zaynmalik #1 in liampayne STARTED JANUARY 2021 - COMPLETED JULY 2021

Harry Styles owns Wonderland - the twisted Alice in Wonderland themed strip club where neon drips like blood and The Rabbit Hole devours anyone who gets too curious. No one leaves his basement the same. Most don't leave at all. Alice Bennett is the journalist hoping to shatter his empire. She lost her brother to one of the clubs exclusive events. No body. No answers. Now she's slipping inside, chasing evidence to expose the monster and his murders. She wants his downfall. He wants her soul. One touch. One lie. One irreversible fall. And a love that's all consuming. - He prowls over, slow and deliberate, stopping only a small distance away from me. A rich scent, vanilla and tobacco, engulfs and invades my senses. His warmth seeps through the layers of fabric and space between us. I suck in a sharp breath when his fingers grip my chin, his touch isn't gentle, but it's not bruising. His cold rings press against my skin, my eyes widening while locked on his. "Pretty little things like you don't belong here." He purrs, deep and gravelly, tilting his head in amusement and softly traces his thumb over my cheek bone. His thumb dances along my skin, coming to rest on my lower lip as he pulls it down just slightly. The smirk on his face widens, curiosity flicks across his features. His tone drops lower, almost taunting. "Tell me, Petal, do you remember me after all of these years?" Petal. One single word has a flash of memory flooding through my mind, causing a nauseous pit to form in my gut, The man in front of me is the same boy who scared the shit out of me when I was a child. - Harry's large ringed hand reached out, delicately twirling a lock of my hair around his index finger with a cunning smirk. His words left his lips in a raspy, low and dangerous tone. "I want you to be my Alice." He wanted me to fucking what?

"We only met 24 hours ago and I already couldn't remember what it was like to not know that he existed. And now, I wasn't so sure I could ever handle not knowing him again."

Luna lives a quiet, forgettable life. Late shifts, small apartments, dreams that never quite reach beyond survival, and things she never thought to question. Harry Styles doesn't belong in it. He tells her someone is after her. He doesn't explain who. Or why. Only that she's no longer safe and that the only way to survive is to stay hidden, locked inside a safehouse with him watching her every move. He calls it protection. He calls it necessary. As time passes, the more the cracks show. The threats don't feel random. The danger doesn't feel external. And Harry seems to know more than he's saying out loud. She doesn't know what she's involved in. She doesn't know what her family has done. And she doesn't know that Harry was never the one keeping her safe. He was the reason she needed saving.

"To destroy him, I must become him." A girl who knew nothing but the same four walls and the same never ending pain- which she always endured because she was forced to believe that it was her faith being tested. A man who has had bloodied hands his entire life, who could only be described as a sadistic inhuman being. She finally escaped hell on earth only to find herself in the arms of the devil. Ranked #1 in HarryStyles. 22.03.26 Ranked #1 in Darkharrystyles 26.03.26

[COMPLETED] Kizalyn Reeves has fiercely fought to establish stability after a turbulent upbringing. While opening her tattoo parlor offered hope, an abusive relationship cast a shadow over her newfound independence. Determined to defend herself, she turns to boxing at Knockout Arena, only to encounter an arrogant instructor. Despite his hot-tempered attitude, she finds herself drawn to his circle of friends. However, a late-night visit uncovers the gym's sinister secrets, plunging Kizalyn into a dangerous world she didn't know existed. Her world is shattered by a single gunshot, forcing her to place trust in an unlikely ally-the very person that pulled the trigger. -- "115," he says, his breath hitting my face. I stammer, "What?" "That's how high your pulse is right now," he says as he presses his body further against mine, closing any gap that existed between us. His thumb grazes over my lips, his eyes dark. His hands are off of me abruptly, and he walks away, heading for the stairs. I stare after him, unable to move from my position against the wall. He looks back at me, a coy smirk forming on his face. He says, "I'm dying to find out how high I can make it go." -- **WARNING This story contains heavy use of violence, drug abuse, domestic abuse, sexual content, drug addiction, and illegal activities. Read at your own discretion. Disclaimer: The characters depicted in this story share names with famous individuals, but they are entirely fictional and do not represent or depict any real-life personalities.

"You know I can't just let you go." He says. "You have no choice" I weakly say with tears falling. "I'm not letting you go. I just can't allow you to leave me." He begins to walk over to me, I start to take steps back to create some distance. "You chose to do what you did." My voice cracks. "As much as I love you, I can't live with what you've done." _____________________________ I've always wondered who I was. I was born into a world where there was only one power. That power was demons. I was born on the day they took over. My whole life I've felt like I've never belonged. Like I was different from everyone around me. What I know now I realize why I felt like that. I'm finally learning who I am and see the world in a new light. It's all thanks to him. Harry Styles. __________________________ Top Rankings #1 in harrystylesfanfic- Aug 25th, 2019 #13 in harry styles- Feb 6th, 2019 #1 in harold- Jan 30th, 2019 #3 in good-vs-evil- Jan 29th, 2019 Started: Oct 20th, 2018 Completed: Aug 21st, 2019