harry styles. just released his sophomore album, fine line. his solo career took off with an amazing debut album that topped the charts, and he sold out over 50 shows. remi yarrow. aspiring artist. just released her debut album, wildcard. her solo career is slowly but surely rising. when harry begins to think about touring fine line, he realizes he gets to do one of his most favorite things which is deciding who the openers will be. he loves being able to help others get rightfully recognized for their talent. who will he pick to take along for his second tour across the world? will his pick change not only their life forever, but also his?

He's humming again. Humming should be a soothing sound with dulcet tones that carry on in a wordless melody. It should be something that helps you close your eyes, relax, and drift away. That isn't how it goes with him. His hum is slow and disconcerting. The irregular, dissonant chords leave my heart pounding against my rib cage. I heard it before I started running, but I couldn't figure out what song it was - not until now; not until I was standing face to face with him with one of his hands wrapped tightly around my throat. London Bridge Is Falling Down. Coming from his lips, the nursery rhyme about Virgin Mary seems so unholy - so dark and so wicked. It does good as a promise - a warning for whatever hell he's about to unleash. When his humming slows to an abrupt stop, he presses the gun under my chin. He forces me to stare into his green, hellish eyes. I suck in an uneven breath. He revels in my fear. My body shakes before him, and I can see gratification in the way he smiles with sick satisfaction. "Oh, you poor, poor thing," He tuts, forcing a frown as he drags the cold metal of his pistol down the side of my face, tauntingly. "You don't even realize what you've done, do you?" - Allie Vera is struggling to make ends meet to support herself and her baby sister. Desperate, she takes the opportunity to become a waitress at an uprising strip club in New York. When she accidentally discovers something hidden in the walls of the club, she comes to a horrifying discovery that this club is only one of many cover-ups for something much bigger than she could ever imagine. Horrified yet determined to save herself and protect her baby sister, she makes a deal. - Ranking(s): #1 in punk #1 in dark #1 in Harry #1 in 1directionfanfic

A connection born in sunlit Los Angeles follows them into a season that reshapes them in ways neither is prepared for. With their relationship still young and the future shifting beneath their feet, Emily and Harry find themselves learning each other in real time - the soft parts, the sharp edges, the fears they didn't know they carried. Closeness becomes both comfort and challenge, as small differences grow louder and the weight of what's coming settles between them. What began as two hearts trying to find safety becomes the slow, uncertain work of building something real and wondering if they're strong enough to grow with it.

In which the world-famous musician, Harry Styles, meets his match in his new tour photographer, Isabella Blake, leading to more complications than either of them could have expected.

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.

"I never thought I believed in soulmates, but how could I not when I have proof right in front of me?" - - - Norah is a college student just trying to get by. Harry is one of the biggest pop stars on Earth and his fame is only rising. A course of events leads to a relationship that's only asking for disaster. - - **TW: Story contains mature content like minor scenes of sexual content, minor scenes of violence, and themes involving anxiety and depression **As I said, there is only a minor amount of smut, but this story will take you through a rollercoaster of emotions!

A year and a half ago, Charlotte left. She left the job. She left the friendship. She left Harry. Since then, they've built separate lives, separate careers, separate futures. Charlotte has learned how to live without him. Harry has learned how to pretend he doesn't miss her. At least, that's what they tell themselves. But when a chance reunion puts them back in the same orbit, old feelings, old wounds, and unfinished things prove harder to leave behind than either of them expected. Some people come into your life for a reason. Some never really leave it.

I am on my way to success even if it would mean lying to everyone I love. At least I thought I would be. That is until the night of the party, when I met him. I only had a crack here and there but he completely broke me. Everyone broke me. I want to be free. Free from my parents from his iron hold and most of all free from the darkness that surrounds me. I thought I loved him, but that just turned all my love into hatred.

W.G I walked toward the girls' bathroom, trying to ignore the weight of my bag and the ache in my shoulders. That's when I saw him. Him. He wasn't smiling. Not that it would've mattered. He leaned against the wall, effortless and impossible to ignore. Another girl was in front of him, talking too much, laughing too loud, desperate for his attention. He nodded at her words, listening without a hint of amusement-cold, calculated. Then his eyes landed on me. Green, sharp, dangerous. He smirked. Just a little, but enough. Enough to make the blood in my veins run colder. The kind of smirk that promised he saw everything-everything I was thinking, everything I was hiding. I stiffened. Fingers tightening around my bag strap. I didn't want to look at him, didn't want to acknowledge him. But he had already claimed the moment, made his presence known, and the corner of his mouth that lifted into that smirk said one thing clearly: he knew. And he was enjoying it.

Three words. Ten letters. One sentence. The instant he said it, there was no turning back. No escaping my fate. I was once warned about the power of words and their ability to change people. If only I had known. One sentence out of those perfect lips: "You are mine."