Harry Styles is supposed to be dead. He died two years ago from a drug deal gone wrong. His body was lost in the flames and never found. People attended his funeral. A memorial was set up for him in the main office and his picture still remains on the wall of fallen detectives. He's supposed to be dead. So why did I almost hit him with my fucking car?

When Lily's university financial scholarship is revoked she explores a new avenue for income. A mutual friend introduces her to a darker underbelly line of work with a handsomely dangerous boss, mysteriously named Seven. Lily's world, with the help of Seven, is turned on its head. Leaving her questioning everything she's ever known about herself and her morals. Love, danger and the truth are all about to complicate her once simple life. Copyright 02/07/2021 Rankings: #1 - Harry tag #1 - HS tag #1 - Gang Leader tag #2 - Harry Styles tag #2 - Fanfiction tag #2 - Dark tag #2 - Punk tag

Resolution is the story of when a chemical, strictly-physical relationship evolves into something so heart-wrenchingly real that Harry and Halle's worlds are changed forever. If you want to feel, really feel, read it. WARNING: Extremely explicit sexuality. Please only read if you are comfortable with mature content. All Rights Reserved to styleslegend, 2018 ©

In which a girl at military bootcamp falls in love with her military sergeant named Sir Styles.

"Oh, Wilma?" I called silently into the dark room. I squint through the darkness to see my extremely hot and very willing date for the evening already in bed waiting for me. "How the fuck did you get in here so fast?" I whisper while clumsily pulling off my Fred Flintstone costume. I slowly pull back the blanket and crawl into bed, wrapping my arms around her. "I can make your bed rock." I seductively whisper into her ear and start to kiss her neck. I feel her body stiffen under me before I'm suddenly elbowed square in the nose and knocked off the bed. "WHAT THE?! Who the fuck are you?!" A girl who is most definitely not my date screeches as she turns on her bedside lamp. "Oh shit. Wrong bed."

❝Black ink on porcelain skin in the form of Harry Styles❞ Harry Styles is a tattoo artist. Upon entering the shop, Selene is oblivious to the fact that he'll mark more than just her skin with a needle and his jet black ink. A/N: OFFICIAL TRAILER INSIDE DISCLAIMER: This is NOT a projection of Harry Styles' or Selena Gomez's real life persona. His and Her name/physique are the only things used in this book and are not referred with the intentions to, in any way, degrade or chip at the beautiful souls that they are. #1 in FanFiction || 07/19/19 • Completed || 11/12/17 #24 in Alternative Universe || 5/19/18

One year after they first met, makes her realize that first impressions are not always the best.