"Well," he paused, his grin widening. "Shit, you know me too well. But don't worry, I'm fine. I'm perfectly safe and healthy." Another pause, it was more contemplative and pensive. "I'm so fuckin' sorry, grey. I'm so sorry for everything I put you through. For practically scaring the living hell out of you and almost taking my own life. My whole life, I was surrounded by vain and darkness, I thought I would be unlovable. I thought I was flawed and a lost cause." A pause. "But you, my precious Lennon, you're my salvation. You're my lifeline. You're my everything. I guess, I just had a hard time accepting it. I was so fuckin' doubtful and unsettled. I thought I would cause misery and despair to you. But...when you held me while I was bleeding...I knew I was making a horrible mistake. I stayed strong for you. I told you, sweetheart, I'll always come back to you. I won't lie and say that I'm completely mended, that I'm fixed...but I know what is right." He sighed heavily. "I'm done running. I want to be with you, I want everything you want, I want you to be the happiest and best version of yourself. I want to build a new life with you...that is if you want it." ☆☆☆ Ruthless, unorthodox and feral. Harry Styles is London's best underground boxer; a man interlocked in a dangerous world of money, violence and animosity. Determined, intelligent and beautiful. Lennon Keane is a med student; longing to becoming one of the best doctors out there and honour her parents. An untainted flower in a world of filth and despair, roaming freely. His oxygen. His muse. His lifeline. The world will bend down for her, the stars will align to however way she desires, he will make sure of it. She will be by his side, no matter what.

a killer instinct was coined in the early boxing world as a protective, cold mentality that surges to one's consciousness and turns one into a vicious defense practitioner. everyone has a killer instinct. for harry styles, that ruthless mentality always seemed to circle back to one singular thing - her. --- but she doesn't let me go far, keeping our faces inches apart and my lips curl up as i chew this gum in between my teeth. her fingers roughly press into my cheeks and she smiles back with a devilish, lustful glint in her eyes. "you're gonna want me in control more often after i'm done with you, baby." she whispers, taking me aback with the boldness of her statement as she simply smiles before letting go of my face with a light shove. i slowly scoff and she hums as i shake my head at her. "yeah? prove it." i taunt and she sinks her straight white teeth into her bottom lip with a smirk. --- || mature and explicit content, read at your own risk * ||

|✓Completed.| |Mature Content(18+).| She was a porcelain doll placed in his calloused hands, fragile and pure. He broke her. She fixed him. First Chapter // 15.10.18 Last Chapter // 01.06.20 @ 243K Trailer // 03.06.20 by @-hopperstyles Achievements : #1 in "boxerharry" - 19.10.19 #1 in "harrystylesfanfiction" - 29.10.19 • 100K - 2.11.19 #1 in "boxing" - 11.03.2020 #2 in "maturethemes" - 15.03.2020 Copyright 2018 © [[ Word Count : 100 000 - 120 000]]

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

Everybody has heard of him, Casanova. Famous for his charm that can make any girl beg him to be hers, and he is, for one night. He gives them pleasure beyond imagine but is always gone before sunrise. But what happens when he crosses paths with Mira Mcallister, who is against everything he stands for. Will his view of things change, or will he change hers? And most importantly will he be able to stay with the same girl more than one night? "There is nothing wrong with wanting a moment that lasts for a lifetime, is there?"

Harry lives in a world of black, white, and grey. Colour doesn't mix nor does it belong in the realm of business that solely grasps his mind. There was no way out; but he doesn't want that. The passion he has for his career, made him strive his way to the top, creating an empire of success with pure admiration. Serenity lives in a world of infinite colour. Black, white, and grey don't mix, nor do they belong in the realm of dancing that exists within her heart, soul, and mind. There was no way out; but she doesn't want that. The passion she has for her career, made her strive the way to the top, creating a dance studio that was successful, but is failing quickly over time. The two are identical, leaving only two differences: she loves tea and vibrant colours; and he's a coffee addict and simply monochromatic. Will she help him open his eyes to see what the beguiling world truly holds? One that she firmly believes is more than a commercial offer. .. "Why are you so persistent? No means no." His brows were furrowed in perplexity, as his emerald gems gazing intently into mine. "Why are you so against it? No can mean yes. You just have to see it. You just have to believe in possibilities." I knew he could see the twinkling in my hopeful sapphire eyes. I was determined to convince him.

Just when their relationship was flourishing, everything else around them began to fall apart. - Harry's life was centered around a career he wasn't proud of until Noah entered his life and gave him the push to find a way out that he had always wanted. (Soft/Boxer Harry AU)

"So this is my new secretary?" Mr.Styles asked, raising one of his eyebrows. "Yes." The now ex-secretary replied. Mr. Styles frowned, giving Louis a once over, "I was expecting...someone...I don't know, better?" "Excuse me, Mr.Rude, I will be the one managing your schedules from now on so you might want to watch your tongue."

Era come la luna; una parte di lui era sempre nascosta. Questa storia non è mia, questa è solo una traduzione dall'inglese all'italiano del libro di @seasidestyles, la quale mi ha dato il permesso di tradurlo. Account ufficiali: INSTAGRAM: @harry_in_myheart PROFILO PRIVATO: @justnaka_ BLOG: justnaka.altervista.org

1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8. Dance was Phoebe's one true love. More than frozen grapes. More than lavender. More than the mountains in Tacoma. More than me. In which, Phoebe Mitchell, aspiring ballerina and part-time gas station clerk, meets Harry Styles, vet tech and all-around sweetheart. 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8. **Warning: contains mature content**