[Neither of them promised forever, yet it hurt all the same.] River Hamilton cannot afford to fall for just anyone. To continue the legacy of her family the only way she can, she must eventually marry someone she may not want to spend the rest of her life with. Harry Styles lives to work, and works to live. The last thing on his mind is to get caught up in a situation that is bound to bring him more headache than he already has to deal with. So, what happens when these two people meet? What happens when River Hamilton, who holds the world in the palm of her hand, finds herself coincidentally pulled towards Harry Styles, who lives in that world? One can only trust time and fate to give answers.

Celia Cross doesn't talk much. Not because she doesn't have anything to say - but because too many people stopped listening a long time ago. Her mum's gone, her dad's lost somewhere in the haze of another high, and now she's starting over in a new town with her gran - a house that smells like lavender and memories. She tells herself she's fine. Invisible is fine. But when the school's golden boy - Harry Styles - crashes hard unintentionally from a night he can't remember, it's Celia who finds him. And for the first time, someone sees her. Not the quiet new girl, not the girl with a broken past - but the one who pulled him back when he was too far gone. Celia Cross has spent her whole life cleaning up other people's messes. She never expected to become someone's reason to change. - Harry Styles has everything, rich parents, a perfect life - or that's what everyone says. Captain of the football team. Perfect smile. The kind of charm that gets him out of trouble before he even finishes causing it. But beneath the noise, Harry's running on empty. Between the parties, the pressure, and the expectations that aren't really his, he's been losing pieces of himself one night at a time. Until the night everything stops - and Celia, the quiet girl no one notices, finds him before it's too late. She's nothing like the world he's built around himself. She doesn't care about popularity or pretending. She just looks at him like she actually sees him - and for the first time, Harry's not sure who he's supposed to be anymore. Because maybe the one girl he's ignored is the only one who could save him. // Contains strong language, sexual content, drug and alcohol misuse. - #1 in hsfanfic #1 in zaynmalik

Madeline Lennox has always lived in a house full of secrets - the kind that echo louder in silence. Her parents' deaths were ruled a tragedy. She's never believed it. When Harry Styles begins leaving clues only she can decipher, the hunt for answers becomes personal. Each discovery pulls her deeper into a world of crime, obsession, and dangerous desire. From the quiet streets of Boston to the glittering chaos of cities across the globe, Madeline is chasing more than a ghost - she's chasing the one who loves her from the shadows. But the man she's after always seems one step ahead... and far too familiar. Every encounter with him feels like a warning - and a promise. As the pieces fall together, so does her heart. Because finding Harry Styles might finally reveal everything. Even if it means losing herself in the process.

Anna had her story down to a science, parents that lived in Paris, a trust that unlocked when she graduated college, the lifestyle everyone wanted and loved her for. She was living the dream. Until he burst in and tore her lies apart. ***** Exert/: "Please, Harry," I begged, turned almost fully in the front seat of the jeep, "I know you don't owe me anything, but I need you to keep this quiet." Harry stared at me with those shocking jade eye, pondering over my plea. It would be so easy for him to shove my begging back into my face and tell that world who their precious Adelaide St James really is, and with the way I spoke to him the other day, I wouldn't be surprised. "You do really well in your classes," he spoke suddenly, "you ace every test you do." I frowned in confusion, "Yeah, I need a B average to stay in school." He nodded in acknowledgment, looking back at the building in front of him before finally turning to face me. "I'll keep your secret, James," he began, "on one condition." *** Hell yeah bitches Also, I'm #2 in the #fratboyharry tag rn and I'm screaming

"You shouldn't be here," he says. His voice is flat, devoid of the warmth I keep looking for. I don't look away. I can't afford to. "And yet... here I am." Harry doesn't smile. He just exhales, the scent of expensive whiskey and cold air hitting my face as his eyes track the way my pulse jumps in my throat. "Lucky for you... I'm in the mood to let it slide." // Ariella was supposed to be a star. She survived a past that should have killed her, and she was ready to leave the wreckage behind for a microphone and a stage. But a gig at The Sterling-a high-end hotel owned by Harry Styles didn't buy her a way out. Hired to be a voice for the elite, Ella quickly realizes she's just a shield. A beautiful, tragic distraction for Harry to use while he moves weapons through the city's shadows. But Harry isn't the only one with a motive. Blackmailed by a detective to spy on the city's most dangerous family, Ella is forced to play a double game to save her sister's life. She's trapped between a law that doesn't care if she breathes and a mafia leader who is starting to own her. She's hearing secrets she can't unhear. She's seeing murders she can't forget. And the more she plays the role of a lifetime, the more she realizes the biggest threat isn't the men in suits or the guns in their hands. It's the fact that she's starting to find a home in the one place that will surely destroy her. In this game, the first one to feel... loses. ONGOING | MATURE CONTENT (18+) Highest Rankings : #1 in hsfanfic (5/5/26) #1 in Darkrry (5/28/26)

Haven has spent her whole life hidden, in fear of the people who were meant to protect and love her, desperately fighting the demons of her past, present, and future. Faking her death in a world with no proof of her existence proved to be more difficult than she thought. Moving from place to place, city to city, country to country, her life has turned into a never ending cycle of fear and running. That is until she meets Harry Styles and her plans change. She will soon learn that what they shared was no more than an illusion, one they both seem to be unaware of. But what happens when their secrets are brought to light, will he finally be the saving grace she so desperately wants or the cause of her ultimate and timely demise. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED TO @TPWK_DOK *This book contains mature content and is intended for a mature audience. Read at your own risk! Contains but is not limited to: SEXUAL CONTENT / VULGAR LANGUAGE / DRUG AND ALCHOL ABUSE / DESCRIPTIVE VIOLENCE / SEXUAL ASSAULT / MENTAL HEALTH / Hope you enjoy!!!! HIGHEST RANKINGS: #1 haroldstyles

[MATURE/EXPLICIT CONTENT] I used to walk through this city like I was being hunted. Now I walk through it like I own the fucking place. We're on the edge of something big. Bigger than Quincy. Bigger than turf wars. The kind of big that rewrites who owns this city. __ "I'll protect you," I murmur. "No matter what it costs." "I know," she whispers. "But let me protect you, too." I close my eyes. Because I don't know how to be protected. Not really. But if it's her? I might actually let her try. We stay like that for a long time. Quiet. Still. Until she whispers, "He doesn't own you, Harry. You're not his." I nod, eyes still closed. "I know. I'm yours." ___ !!! THE SECOND BOOK - make sure you read joyride first!

I swallowed harshly, "Please don't. Please don't kill him." The man on the floor let out a broken cry at my feet, I got down onto my knees and took his hands into mine. He lowered his head to my hands, sobbing all over me. I felt my eyes brim with tears at the sight of him before me, trying to soothe my thumbs against his skin, but he was holding my hands too tightly. "P-please don't." I looked up at the man. His eyes were a green that I'd never seen before. Despite how bright they were, I could tell that there was absolutely nothing kind behind them. He looked down at me. The only word to describe his face was bored. He was bored at the appearance in-front of him. In an instant, the man stood behind leaned forward and shot him right through the side of the head. Dodging my hands, but ultimately, blowing the man's brains all over my face. He went limp, falling onto me. I gently lifted my hand up to my face, feeling something unusual settle in my mouth. I brought my hand back before me and saw blood all over myself. It was in my mouth. I crawled back away from the man, slowly. I couldn't hold myself up, with the weight of him on me too. I'd failed to move, the weight of him actually suffocating me now. Sobs were beating against my chest, heavy and stuttered breaths fought them back. I screamed. I was faced with no other than the true devil. Ranked #1 in HarryStyles. 22.03.26 Ranked #1 in Darkharrystyles 26.03.26

[COMPLETE] In which a lawyer stumbles upon a scared little girl late at night with no supervision, keeps her company and befriends her, only to find out her father is the world-famous popstar, Harry Styles. *Slow burn, friends to lovers, soft, dadrry This story includes mature content. --- "So, Poppy, what's wrong? Do you not like slides, honey?" I ask, dying to know how she ended up here all alone. "I do... I have one at home, daddy bought me one and put it in the garden. I just don't like this one," she admits sadly. "I get it. This one looks a bit a scary, doesn't it?" She nods, her cheeks turning red again. "Don't be ashamed, Poppy. Everyone has some insecurities, that's what makes us human, you know? You don't want to turn into a robot who doesn't feel anything. There are both good and bad feelings, everybody has them, honey. You can feel happy, you can feel proud or you can feel loved even. You like feeling like this, don't you?" She nods, giving me a sign to continue. "All those feelings, the good and the bad, is what life is, bug. Sometimes you get scared, shy and sad, everybody does. But what is important is that everyone chooses to deal with these feelings differently. And these choices you make, whether you cry, give up or stand up to your fears, that's what shapes you into the person you'll become once you grow up, my lovely friend," I explain, looking deeply into her beautiful and innocent hazel eyes. "Would like me to help you overcome your fear, Poppy? You're such a strong and brave young lady, I can tell," I smile at her when she gives me a shy nod. "Yes, please." --- This story is a product of my imagination. None of things mentioned in the story are real, and it is not my intention to offend Harry or any other people mentioned in the story as their behaviour is purely idolised.