She only took the job because she needed the money. One night working at an exclusive club was supposed to be simple-greet VIPs, smile, and go home with $300 in her pocket. Then Harry Styles walks through the door. She doesn't recognize him. He doesn't seem used to that. What starts as one random night quickly turns into something neither of them expected. Because sometimes, the people you meet after midnight are the ones who change everything.

[Book Four in the "Homicidal" Series] Things have always seemed better than they really are, and after making a pact to forgive and forget, Harry doesn't know if he's ready to move on. With finding an apartment with Louis taking over his brain and his personal struggles silently battling with him, Harry isn't certain he can let everything go. With the end right around the corner, he knows he has to make every word and every action count. The problem is that Harry isn't sure how he's supposed to do that.

[Book three in the "Homicidal" series] Summer vacation is supposed to be fun and relaxing, but for Louis and Harry, it's the only time they get to be together before college starts, and things always go wrong for them, even on an across Europe vacation.

[Sequel to Homicidal] Louis' got Harry's heart, but he's also got his diary. He's still curious and Harry doesn't know Louis has it. As Louis and Harry get closer, the diary unlocks more secrets that put the puzzle pieces together. But lying and deception can only be kept up for so long, and Harry is already teetering towards the edge.

Harry was put in West Rock for the murder of his boyfriend, Dustin. Four years later, he's released, trying to live a normal life and escape his reputation. Then there's Louis, the curious new boy who needs to find out if Harry's a killer for himself. As Louis keeps up the chase, Harry grows more and more frustrated, and he finds his gaze on the knives. One push may be all it takes to send Harry into a rage, but Louis is too in over his head to save himself now.

["Homicidal" series prequel novel] In the prequel novella to the Homicidal series, Harry's life before Louis will finally be told in his diary. Everything will be laid out on the table with every entry, each shocking detail of his life revealed.

"You know... We really are a fine line, you and I." "How so?" he asks softly. I shrug, staring at where our hands almost meet. "Because... we exist in all the spaces in between. There's a fine line between us being friends and being lovers, and a thin, terrifying line between us staying together or becoming strangers. There's a fine line between our world and the rest of the public, between the sun and the moon, between accepting the things that hurt us and turning them into something real... there are so many lines we stand between, Harry. But... I think that's what makes us who we are. Because there is no line for me to walk at all, if you aren't on the other side of it." ━━━━⊱⋆⊰━━━━ This is the story of two people helping each other grow. For Harry Styles, it's about figuring out who he is after leaving the world's biggest boy band. For Laudine Russell, it's about turning her love for photography into a reality by stepping behind the lens for him. Through music and photographs, they navigate the bittersweet journey of achieving their dreams, together. PLEASE READ THE AUTHOR'S NOTE & TRIGGER WARNINGS.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ He stands there on stage, guitar strung around him like it's a sash. He's wearing a black paperboy hat which was unexpected but not negative, his brown sweater looks as if a hug was a clothing item. The haziness cleared almost instantly, as I was still freaking out about the song choice. It's almost like he had a sixth sense that someone recognized and was appreciating what he was playing. He looks at me and gives a faint smile and a small nod. It's a quiet understanding, just between us. - Valerie and Harry work at the same bar but different sides. While Harry stays in the spotlight on stage performer to the bar regulars and the people who nurse their drinks to the last second, Valerie works behind the counter. Catering towards the same customers. Even though they just met their connection is vivid. Was this always in the cards for them? - WARNING: though this fic is mostly fluff there will be eventual smut due to it being ongoing. Hope you enjoy! 💘

The city's best hitman and a precious little flower meet at Le papillon blue, New York's most notorious strip club. An angel on his shoulder that hes going to drag down to hell with him, what could go wrong? // I stood there, watching her. I was entranced; a lucid dream maybe. My blood seemed to heat every time she moved her body around that pole. I was stuck in some sort of lustful trance, unable to look anywhere but her, I didn't want to look anywhere but her. Every single move around that pole, every curve of her body, her waist, her hips, her neck; all seemed to provoke me, pull me deeper and deeper into that rabbit hole that I found myself not wanting to escape from. I was watching her, I was seeing proof, that she could go through hell, and still be an angel. *** Start date - August 10 2021 *** #1 in Harry #1 in dark #1 in Harrystyles #1 in Niallhoran #1 in ZaynMalik #1 in LouisTomlinson #1 in LiamPayne

She stirred her tea slowly. "I'm not your babysitter, you know." "Says the girl hired to keep me from combusting." "I was told 'companion with boundaries.'" Harry narrowed his eyes, then grinned like the cat that found a string to pull. "That's adorable." "Don't flirt with me before I've had caffeine." "Wasn't flirting." He stepped closer, walking past her toward the fridge, close enough that his arm brushed hers - possibly by accident, possibly not. "If I flirted, you'd know." She rolled her eyes so hard it hurt her forehead. "What are we even doing here?" Harry paused, hand on the fridge handle, then looked over his shoulder with that look - the one she couldn't read yet. "Trying not to kill each other, apparently." © 2025 . All rights reserved.