Harry Styles, a secret service agent working for British intelligence is tasked with finding the killer after a series of brutal but calculated murders across Europe. His mind is sharp, he's smart, arrogant and works with a precision that leaves no room for error. Harry never misses a step, until the night he unknowingly hooks up with the assassin he's been ordered to catch. Winter is a master manipulator, a ruthless assassin with a chilling elegance and icy eyes that seem to pierce through the soul. She kills with precision, vanishes without a trace, and never lets anyone close. What begins as a mission becomes a deadly obsession. Because in this game, they're both hunter and prey. In a world of secrets, betrayal, and bloodshed, Harry finds himself completely captivated by the danger he seeks to eliminate. The cat and mouse game begins, blurring the lines between duty and desire. // "Because we're still doing this the easy way." Harry muttered, his hand flexed on the back of my neck. I gasped when he used my throat to pull me towards him. He spun me around, shoving me back forcefully so my back hit the wall. "I don't want to have to do it the hard way." His chest was against mine to keep me further restrained, my wrists were pinned against the wall above my head. "I don't wanna have to be the bad guy." "What are you going to do?" I asked him, swallowing, feeling his palm wrapped tightly around my throat, but not enough that I was choking, just enough that I could feel the pressure. "Are you trying to choke me, Harry?" I cocked my head to the side, grinning through my blood stained lips. "C'mon... you know I like it."

When two different worlds collide..

The hall is still a little bit crowded but no one is paying attention to the girl with the crazy I-just-had-sex hair and no panties under her skirt. I can't believe what just happened and I never will. I had sex with the one and only Harry Styles. Highest rank: #1 in Fanfiction.

The sequel to Adore You. This is not a stand alone book, so if you have not read the first book, this story will not make sense!! * Sometimes there are just those people who, no matter how desperately hard you try to express your love to, won't accept affection. All you want is to adore them. But those same people often don't think they deserve the love you give.

Don't you call her baby. We're not talking lately. Don't you call her what you used to call me... A story in which a girl who writes songs falls in love with the boy who sings them. "Color...What a deep and mysterious language, the language of dreams." - Paul Gauguin. DO NOT PRINT MY BOOKS! *TW: story contains mature topics such as mental abuse, PTSD, minor drug usage, and minor sexual content.*

I escaped my reality by reading fanfictions. They escaped their fanfictions to become my reality.

"Will you forget about me in a month?" Harry asks with a sad pout. I squint my eyes completely taken aback of his question. "No, of course not. Why are you asking?" I cup his face in hands and kiss his lips. "What about six months?" He asks, breaking away from the kiss. "What's happening to you? I'll not forget about you ever. Are you okay?" I stroke his cheeks and stare down at his sad face. I'm so confused right now. Is he fine? "What about a year or two?" He asks, his voice hurting and slow. "I'll never ever forget you, Harry." I raise my eyebrows at him while emphasizing at every word. He nods his head and looks at me before saying, "Knock knock." I frown at him. "Are you serious? Just a few moments ago...don't show me that pout, I love your jokes but now, you need to tell me what happened to-" "Knock knock." "Harry!" "Knock knock." "Fine! Who's there?" Harry smirks and says, "See, you already forgot me."

//april showers bring may flowers// she was an angel, an angel trapped in the devils game, harry was no saint but at least he knew he wasn't a monster. she was an angel, that harry was sure, he wasn't a saint, but she knew better. [highest ranking: #1 in harry]

𝙞𝙣 𝙬𝙝𝙞𝙘𝙝, 𝙚𝙫𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙚 𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙫𝙚𝙡𝙨 𝙩𝙤 𝙞𝙩𝙖𝙡𝙮 𝙚𝙭𝙥𝙚𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙤 𝙨𝙚𝙚 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙨𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙨 𝙣𝙚𝙬 𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙨𝙚. 𝙤𝙣𝙡𝙮 𝙩𝙤 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙞𝙣𝙫𝙞𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙖𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙣𝙙 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙨𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧'𝙨 𝙬𝙚𝙙𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙬𝙤 𝙙𝙖𝙮𝙨. 𝙝𝙤𝙬𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧-𝙖𝙛𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙖 𝙨𝙪𝙙𝙙𝙚𝙣 𝙚𝙣𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙧, 𝙚𝙫𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙚 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙢𝙖𝙣 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙨𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙞𝙨 𝙜𝙤𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙤 𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙧𝙮 𝙞𝙨 𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙧𝙮, 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙢𝙖𝙣 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙛𝙚𝙡𝙡 𝙞𝙣 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙩𝙬𝙤 𝙮𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙨 𝙖𝙜𝙤 𝙤𝙣 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙝𝙤𝙡𝙞𝙙𝙖𝙮𝙨. @softprada 2020. [ COMPLETED. ] ☆ HARRY STYLES FANFICTION.

1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8. Dance was Phoebe's one true love. More than frozen grapes. More than lavender. More than the mountains in Tacoma. More than me. In which, Phoebe Mitchell, aspiring ballerina and part-time gas station clerk, meets Harry Styles, vet tech and all-around sweetheart. 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8. **Warning: contains mature content**