** Violet Bennett lives under the weight of a name she barely understands. Surrounded by secrets and lies, she's trained to survive. But when the lines between real and fake blur, Violet begins to realize that nothing in her world is as it seems. Every truth is layered in deception, and protection always comes at a cost. Sometimes that cost is your voice. Sometimes it's your freedom. And sometimes it's your heart. Always nearby is Harry Styles, mysterious, sharp, cold and a constant reminder that danger is closer than she thinks. Covered in tattoos and silence, he watches like he knows something she doesn't. Maybe he does. There's something between them. She feels it in the silence, in the way his anger feels personal, in the quiet moments that say more than words ever could. But love, if that's what this is, has no place in a world built on secrets. in a life ruled by lies and shadows, love doesn't arrive without a cost. And falling for someone like him might mean losing everything else. Because in this world, love isn't soft. It's a weapon. And Violet is already in the crossfire. *** "You shouldn't smoke." The voice cut through me before I even processed it. I spun around instinctively, heart racing. And there he was. I blinked. "Holy shit. You scared me." He didn't move. Didn't even flinch. "Didn't know I had to announce myself." "How long have you been up here?" He looked away, back out over the skyline. "A while." "You're always hiding," I muttered. "And you always follow." ** 04/05/25 -

"To have her in his bed, in his arms, with her breath on his neck and her hair tickling the corners of his mouth -- he was finally able to think of his life as not only just a dark hole of violence. Maybe, just maybe, his life could mean something more." || mature hs fanfic. Cover credit to @pillow-case © highstylin

Some people are better unknown.

The city's best hitman and a precious little flower meet at Le papillon blue, New York's most notorious strip club. An angel on his shoulder that hes going to drag down to hell with him, what could go wrong? // I stood there, watching her. I was entranced; a lucid dream maybe. My blood seemed to heat every time she moved her body around that pole. I was stuck in some sort of lustful trance, unable to look anywhere but her, I didn't want to look anywhere but her. Every single move around that pole, every curve of her body, her waist, her hips, her neck; all seemed to provoke me, pull me deeper and deeper into that rabbit hole that I found myself not wanting to escape from. I was watching her, I was seeing proof, that she could go through hell, and still be an angel. *** Start date - August 10 2021 *** #1 in Harry #1 in dark #1 in Harrystyles #1 in Niallhoran #1 in ZaynMalik #1 in LouisTomlinson #1 in LiamPayne

Bella was a girl with a bad past , but she always thought that the past is the past , she had a normal life with her friends and boyfriend , they race ....party ....and fuck , what could she ask more , until one night ....he came !!! Harry was a famous racer , the type of bad boy who no one dare to say no to him . he won a race , the prize was .....a night with her it was just a one night stand ........that 's what they thought but what Bella didn't know is ...her life is about to turn around ..and the people she thought were her family only wanted her dead .....she found herself in trobule with no one by her side except....Harry Styles

My thoughts you can't decode.. Sequel : Escape Route.

"Smoking is bad, you know." The placid voice speaks up from the distant dark corner, nothing to see but a tall silhouette and an orange glow of a cigarette cherry. "It's the least of my problems," I murmur with my own between my lips, proceeding to feel the stagnant debris valley my throat when I suck delicately. He exhales a chuckle of cynical amusement, his footsteps getting every step clearer to my eardrums until I eventually sense body heat burning my back. "And why is that?" He whispers over my shoulder, hands inviting themselves to grip the railing in front of me so I become a prisoner between his inked arms. I swallow. "Because you'll be the one to kill me first." // Aven Brooks is hired to take pictures for the world-renown punk rock band known today as Duplicity; hoping the experience gets her into her most elite-dreamed university. However, when her lenses accidentally capture more than just cheeky sound checks and performances, she comes to a horrifying discovery that Duplicity is anything but a band. Appalled and frightened, she's trapped. *HIGHEST RANKINGS* #1 IN HARRYSTYLES #1 IN ONEDIRECTION ALL RIGHTS RESERVED TO @happydays1d NOT ALLOWING TRANSLATIONS! CONTAINS VULGAR LANGUAGE / DRUG ABUSE / SEXUAL CONTENT / DESCRIPTIVE VIOLENCE / MENTAL HEALTH READ AT OWN RISK!

What happens at camp stays at camp. // est. July 26th, 2014 - #1 in fanfiction [cover by lex]