hal·low verb past participle: hallowed - honor as holy. Vivienne Romano bakes cupcakes, believes in kindness, and still says "please" and "thank you" to strangers. Harry Styles? He bleeds violence. A fighter with a past wrapped in secrets, bruises, and misery. Their worlds were never meant to collide. But they did-late one night, in the shadows of her bakery, with blood on his hands and fear in her eyes. Now he can't stay away. She's light and sugar and everything good in this world... and he's the sinner who can't stop coming back. She's the softest thing he's ever seen. And the only thing that makes him feel anything close to holy. Because if there's one thing Harry knows for sure- a man like him was never meant to touch a girl like her. As the lines between fear and fascination blur, Vivienne is dragged deeper into a world of secrets, violence, and obsession. Because Harry isn't just dangerous-he's marked. And now, so is she. What do you do when the one person who terrifies you... might be the only one who can protect you?

[COMPLETED] where she sat and ate her strawberries, while he smoked his cigarettes. -harry styles au -set in summer of 1998 -mentions rape, sexual assault, abuse, fighting, and suicide

We're all mad here, it's Wonderland. ~ Harry latches onto my passionate on-beat arms as he keeps me from moving forward. "Are you fuckin' mad?" He grits through his teeth. "I'm in Wonderland, Pretty Boy," I throw my free arm in the air, motioning to the surrounding world. "Of course, I've gone a little mad." He flips me around as the level of infuriation rises throughout his clenched jaw, trying to remain composed. "Don't try and be something you're not, Presley." I rip away from his hold, furrowing my brows from the curt statement, the honest revelation that should've just stayed within his mind. "We'll never be the heroes, and you know that," he says, colder than the Arctic's towering waves. "We'll never win." We'll never find Purple. Purple, the color of the Star-Crossed Lovers.

When Harry hijacks her car in the middle of the night, Harley is forced to become a getaway driver for one of New Orleans' most fearsome criminals. Try as they might, Harry and Harley cannot resist the temptation of each other as they continue to work as partners in crime. She knows it will only end in disaster, but the more she tries to fight it, the further she is pulled into his dark world. - Harley never meant to get mixed up in a life of crime. She spent most of her childhood on race tracks, watching and learning everything her father had to offer her as a pro racer. Until he died. Reeling from loss, she now struggles to make ends meet on her own and must seek out new ways to make money. In a drug deal gone wrong, she finds herself behind the wheel of a car with a gun to her head. A masked man named Harry demands that she helps him evade the cops, so she does the only thing she knows how to. She drives. - COMPLETED HIGHEST RANKINGS #1 in harrystyles Rated Mature for graphic depictions of sex, strong language, drug use, self harm, mental illness, death, and violence. Refer to "BEFORE YOU READ" for detailed warnings.

Malign: Evil in nature or effect Disposition: a person's inherent qualities of mind and character. Fear. Fear is the main culprit towards a dangerous spiralling downfall. "I once told you a very long time ago, these exact words." He spat as he jolted my body forward, one wrong move and I'm falling 60 stories towards my death. "I told you that my face would be the very last thing you saw before you die, so you're wrong darling.." He spun me around to face him and he took a hold of my wrists, his rings digging into my skin. I stared right into those emerald eyes. I squeezed my eyes shut, I wasn't scared anymore I couldn't be. "I do stick to my word." A story where Harry and Marley reunite after a year under very different circumstances... TW: contains violence and gore, sexual content, substance abuse, mental illness and sexual assault.

What happens when Payton tries to fit in with her room mates by going out. Payton soon finds herself in a situation with one of Las Vegas gangs. She's soon picked by the Harry styles forcing her to do whatever he pleases.

"Sierra, you go with Harry Styles." I raised up my head at the words, giving my teacher an incredulous glance. "Do I really have to?" Was the only thing I managed to say. The teacher gave me an annoyed look. "Did you not understand? You go with Harry Styles." I turned my head to look at him. At the mention of his name he glanced up, and if his green eyes hadn't frozen me in place already, the unimpressed look he gave me would've done it right away. [BOOK ONE] [BOOK TWO - AQUARELLE] Started: Feb 2018 Completed: April 2019 18/01/19 #1 in fanfiction 28/09/18 #1 in harrystyles 06/10/18 #1 in harry • THE FICTION AWARDS WINNER 2019 - BEST FANFICTION •

{completed} "I want to go home." I plead. "Do you? Because Lydia, I will take you home myself if that's what you want." He says lowly. I knit my brows together in confusion. He takes another step toward me. "But, don't you remember? There's people out there, Lydia." He steps right up to me and tucks a piece of my hair behind my ear. "People who want to hurt you." he continues. I feel tears well up in my eyes as I let out a sharp exhale. Harry leans down so that his lips are right next to my ear and I tremble in pure terror. "And this time..." I feel him speak against my ear. "I won't be there to save you." he whispers darkly. -- ~crumble ; verb -to break apart into small fragments especially over a period of time due to deterioration. ~ loving him meant risking everything. he was trouble and she knew it... but it was so hard to stay away. Harry Styles is a criminal. He has criminal friends and lives a criminal lifestyle. Lydia White has been a good girl her whole life. A twist of fate causes the two of them to meet. Lydia falls for Harry but soon discovers who he is. Now, he has enemies out to get him...and her.

"You know, it's not good to be out this late.❞ ❝I know.❞ PUBLISHED DECEMBER 2014 [The story does not end on chapter 12] Copy Right ©GAYBOYHARRY

[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.