❗️This story will contain mature contant, drug use, panic attacks, forms of an ed, throwing up, self-harm and abuse❗️ Stay safe! ----------------------------------------------------------------- Aubree Fox had spent years clashing with Harry Styles. He was charming, infuriating, and never missed an opportunity to get under her skin. As the sixth member of One Direction, she had learned to hold her own in a world of flashing cameras and screaming fans, but Harry was a battle she never seemed to win. Their fights were legendary-snarky remarks, sarcastic jabs, and an ongoing war of eye-rolls. But beneath the constant bickering, something unspoken simmered, something Aubree refused to acknowledge. Until one night on tour changed everything. A near-collapse, a whispered conversation under city lights, a moment where their rivalry cracked just enough for the truth to slip through. She had spent years telling herself she hated him. But hate shouldn't feel like this. -

India was sent to Tokyo for work. Harry Styles went to Japan to find solace after a bad breakup. Never in her life did India think she would be face to face with the famous rockstar - or enter into a battle of wits with him. © 2020 Elliot Grace

"What's your favourite word?" I ask quickly, hoping to ease the tension building between us-though I think I'm the only one who feels it. He pauses for a moment, his gaze focused on his thumb still gently tracing circles on my hand. Without looking back up at me, he responds, his voice soft, barely above a whisper: "You." // Clover has always dreamed of a fresh start, so when she moves to Seattle with her best friend, Maycen, for university, she's excited for the adventure ahead. It's there that she meets Harry, a charming, enigmatic man who quickly captivates her heart. When Clover stumbles upon a terrifying secret, it uncovers a shocking truth that threatens everything she thought she knew about the people she loves. Clover finds herself trapped in a dangerous game with no way out. Crimson Angel is a dark, suspenseful tale of friendship, love, and deception, where nothing is as it seems, and the people closest to you might be the ones who will bring you the most harm. (Dark/Mature Content/Harry Styles Fan Fiction/LHH)

Hired Gun /ˈhʌɪə ɡʌn/ noun NORTH AMERICAN (informal) a hired bodyguard, mercenary, or assassin.

The vibe: 90's, grunge, skatepark, Fratrry COMPLETED! *** The teens are living their best lives at the hottest skate park in Venice Beach, circa 1998. Between the concerts, parties, drugs, alcohol, friendships, and board tricks begging to be learned there isn't time for anything else. Except the occasional drama slip, hidden kiss, and new girl that comes to town. *** This book is a mature read that may contain vulgar language, assaults/abuse, sexual content, descriptive violence, drug abuse, and explicit content.

serenade a piece of music sung or played in the open air, typically by a man at night under the window of his lover. // Amélie is a part-time bartender at her local club that her best friend's family has owned for years. Harry is a starving artist who performs anywhere with a stage and happens to perform at the bar the same day Amélie has the night shift. As Harry's career skyrocketed after the release of his debut album he comes in contact with Amélie once again to inform her that some of the album is about her. They've only spent one night together but the album makes it seem like they've known each other for far longer. THIS STORY CONTAINS EXPLICIT CONTENT SUCH AS: ADVENTUROUS SEXUAL ACTIVITIES, PARTICIPATION IN DRUGS/ALCOHOL, AND POOR MENTAL HEALTH. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!!!

Ellery Hale never planned to write Harry Styles' life story. She barely believes in celebrity tell-alls-especially when they're curated PR moves meant to sell an image, not the truth. Harry doesn't want the book either. He's spent years keeping the world at a distance, guarding the real parts of himself behind charm, deflection, and carefully chosen words. He knows what a story like this could do. But when their worlds collide in late-night interviews, stolen glances, and words left unsaid, Ellery finds herself writing more than just a book-she's unraveling a man the world only thinks they know. And Harry? He's finding it harder to keep her at arm's length. Between half-truths and the echoes of his past, lyrics never sung and feelings never spoken, their story is forming in the margins. But some stories? They don't belong on paper. Some are meant to be felt. Ink & Echoes. A slow-burn, high-tension romance between a writer and the man the world is dying to understand.

[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.

Virulence: Toxic, Dangerous, and Unpredictable. Who will be the most virulent within this troubling tale? Toxicity simply runs through the bones of so many people....It is too soon to tell. But at a private, university-based boarding school, off of the coast of Northern Scotland, there houses an elite academy which is full of rebellious and wealthy students--many of whom harbor plethora's of troubling secrets. And, with the stark changes to the school's social hierarchy, ignited by the abrupt entry of a student by the name of Catherine Vanderbilt, many of those once-hidden secrets, suddenly seem to come to light. Because of this, along with a torrent of other heinous things, virulence is free-flooding through the bones of them all. • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • WARNING: 🔺18+ // THIS BOOK CONTAINS VERY MATURE AND EXTREMELY EXPLICIT CONTENT THROUGHOUT ITS ENTIRETY. VIOLENCE, VULGAR LANGUAGE, AND HEAVY SEXUAL CONTENT, ARE SOME COMMON THEMES IN THIS STORY. READERS PLEASE TAKE NOTE. VIEWER DISCRETION ADVISED. //🔺 • All Rights Reserved • Started: April 04, 2021 • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • HIGHEST RANKINGS: #1 harryedwardstyles #1 overseas #1 darkfanfic #1 unpredictable #1 zendaya #1 darkfanfiction

"Why?" He reaffirms, "Because I'm fucking crazy about you. The sole purpose of my existence is because of you. Every beat of my heart, every breath, every thought, it's all because of you, sweetheart. You have an authority over me that no other fucking person has. You own me, Wren." He continues, his voice unadulterated and a menacing undertone is undisguised. His eyes that are piercing are now filled with a monstrous intensity that could rival Satan himself. "No one else will. No one else could. You think I got this because it's some impulsive and romantic gesture? Fuck no." He snaps, locking his fingers around my wrist in a tight grip, keeping my palm binded to his inked skin. "I did it because you need to know and feel that nothing in this fucked-up world, or any other, is ever going to take me away from you and contrariwise." ── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── Wren Astor. London's top forensic psychologist - brilliant, composed, and carrying a mountain of tumultuous baggage. She battles ghosts from her past and the gnawing voice in the back of her mind. Her façade is flawless, impenetrable, and built to last. Harry Styles. A man with a moral compass that barely flickers. He's lived his whole life submerged in violence and blood - and he has no intention of coming up for air. That's where he thrives. His obsession with her began the moment she tried to lock him away in a prison cell, hoping he'd rot - that his pitch-black soul would wither and beg for mercy. But Harry has other plans for Wren... Please note that is completely fictitious and the real-life figures have absolutely no correspondence to the characters in the story. Viewer's discretion is highly advised. This story deals with extremely sensitive and dark topics that SHOULD NOT be brushed off as lightly. Please take care of yourself and always seek help if necessary.