Luna lives a quiet, forgettable life. Late shifts, small apartments, dreams that never quite reach beyond survival, and things she never thought to question. Harry Styles doesn't belong in it. He tells her someone is after her. He doesn't explain who. Or why. Only that she's no longer safe and that the only way to survive is to stay hidden, locked inside a safehouse with him watching her every move. He calls it protection. He calls it necessary. As time passes, the more the cracks show. The threats don't feel random. The danger doesn't feel external. And Harry seems to know more than he's saying out loud. She doesn't know what she's involved in. She doesn't know what her family has done. And she doesn't know that Harry was never the one keeping her safe. He was the reason she needed saving.

COMPLETED 10/27/2020 Luz Garcia gathers her things and moves to NYC after High School, running away from death, boy trouble, and the walking reminder of the best and worst night of her life. Convinced nothing could make her leave the big city and go back to the town that only caused her pain and heartbreak, a High School reunion, and an old friend reels her in. When the reunion turns bloody, the mystery of the murder becomes the focus of her Journalism work and the perfect excuse to spend her nights wrapped in Harry's arms. Harry's green eyes and mind-jumbling touch almost successful at distracting Lu from her suspicions about Harry and his many secrets. Lu's hunger for truth will push her into a pit she will never be able to escape, not even if she wanted to. Explicit content warning: sexual, violence, language, and drug use. THERE IS A LOT OF HET SMUT IN THIS STORY IF YOU ARE UNCOMFORTABLE WITH THIS PLEASE DON'T READ IT. DISCLAIMER: ALL COMPANIES, PLACES, AND CHARACTERS ARE FICTIONAL AND NOT A REPRESENTATION OF THE REAL PERSON, COMPANY, OR PLACE. TPWK

"Where art thou? Why not uponeth me?" 🤍 strangers to lovers au 🤍

18+ MATURE CONTENT "Its's PR baby, I'm putting on a show." ++++ Harry Styles and Spencer West have never gotten along. Spencer's too much of a perfectionist, Harry says. Harry's such a womaniser, Spencer says. The two of them have been working together on a film for the past month but when photos of two of the biggest stars in the world go viral at a friends engagement party, the pair are coerced into a PR relationship that will just about change the course of who they are. As they say... All is fair in love and PR.

"You shouldn't be here," he rasps. His voice is a low, dangerous vibration-carrying an edge of curiosity that makes my pulse skip. I force my gaze to remain steady, refusing to let him see the way my skin burns under his scrutiny. "And yet... here I am." A slow, predatory smirk tugs at his lips as he exhales a breath that smells of smoke and expensive whiskey. "Lucky for you... I'm in the mood to let it slide." Ariella lived for the music, but she was surviving on scraps. One high-end gig was supposed to be her way out. Instead, it was her way in-straight into the orbit of the city's most feared unit. Five men who own the shadows and dictate the chaos: the ruthless leader with a soul made of glass, the strategist who sees life as a game of chess, the silent marksman who never misses, the chaotic wild card who thrives on fire, and the calculating genius who knows everyone's price. In their world, trust is a death sentence and loyalty is bought in blood. As Ariella becomes the center of their dangerous games, she'll learn the hardest lesson of the underground: Some hearts only love once-and some mistakes leave scars that never stop bleeding. ONGOING AND MATURE CONTENT 18+

In the fickle world of the music industry, Delaney, a talented yet frustrated songwriter, finds herself entangled with a certain boy bander from London. Plagued by her cynical disposition and sharp-tongue, she juggles her dreams, the relentless demands of the industry, and her disdain for the boyband formula and the overly-manufactured music she finds herself chained to working on. As she collaborates with the members, Delaney's journey unravels into a tale of bitter truths, missed chances, and the relentless pursuit of artistic identity. Dismissing them as mere puppets of the industry, she encounters the enigmatic Harry Styles, sparking a battle of wills that simmers with tension. Despite the war with her label, their interactions in the studio become the true battleground, where sarcasm meets charm, and fiery exchanges hint at something more beneath the surface. As the songwriting sessions unfold, Delaney and Harry find themselves caught in a dance of conflicting desires, where enemies might just discover a different kind of harmony. Will the heat of their animosity ignite a surprising connection, or will their clash of egos drown out the melody of unexpected love? Join Delaney and Harry in this steamy, rhythm-fueled journey from adversaries to unlikely allies in the symphony of passion and creativity.

She stirred her tea slowly. "I'm not your babysitter, you know." "Says the girl hired to keep me from combusting." "I was told 'companion with boundaries.'" Harry narrowed his eyes, then grinned like the cat that found a string to pull. "That's adorable." "Don't flirt with me before I've had caffeine." "Wasn't flirting." He stepped closer, walking past her toward the fridge, close enough that his arm brushed hers - possibly by accident, possibly not. "If I flirted, you'd know." She rolled her eyes so hard it hurt her forehead. "What are we even doing here?" Harry paused, hand on the fridge handle, then looked over his shoulder with that look - the one she couldn't read yet. "Trying not to kill each other, apparently." © 2025 . All rights reserved.

"Love, like rain, can nourish from above, drenching couples with a soaking joy. But sometimes under the angry heat of life, love dries on the surface and must nourish from below, tending to its roots keeping itself alive." In which a girl called Ana meets a boy called Harry who has a strange fascination with the rain. [cover by: @rowlipsticks] highest rankings: #1 in fiction #1 in harrystyles

***completed*** NOW PUBLISHED ON AMAZON Harry Styles. The strange one. The freak. The one who was too kind for his own good, trapped in a world where his job was to bring people pain. Sophia 'Spice' Winters. The dancer. The stripper. The one who who trapped in a world where her job was to provide men with nothing but pleasure. -- "What don't you understand?" Harry seethed, his hands gripping the roots of his hair. "I'm not the good guy here, Sophia. I'm bad, everything about me is fucking bad." Harry looked as if he was about to rip his hair out, his wild eyes shinning with madness. He looked unhinged, raw and angry. It should of frightened me. That look alone should of been enough to send me running. He didn't look like the shy man I first met. He looked...crazy. His fingers were coated in red, stained with the blood of another. He didn't seem to care though. "If I was you Sophia, I would run away. Run as far away as you possibly can, because I promise you...An evil part of me won't let you go, and I hate myself for that. I want you to run away, to a place that I can't ever find you. You'll be safe that way."

"I thought I was just supposed to help with your songs." "You did. You're all of them." started: 7/31/2025 finished: ???