Lennon Holt is a witty, feisty 20 year old who's trying to live a normal life like everyone else. Except, she's the Princess of Orelia, the last heir to the throne. In results of a sudden attack on her life, Lennon was sent off the grid; to live a separate life where no one can find her. Harry Styles is 21 years old and a trained agent. Top of his class, skilled in combat and always the smartest in the room. His past, a hidden secret and a grudge he holds on the Royal Family, leaves him cold hearted. His soul focus are his missions, willing to do anything to come out on top. Even if it means doing it his way. Harry and Lennon's past leaves them with a hatred like no other towards one another. But what happens when they're forced to work together to find who's after the throne? Lennon is in danger, leaving only Harry--the one skilled enough--to keep her safe. Finding who is behind the death threats and attacks towards Lennon seems like child's play when they're faced with the obstacles and mysteries of their forced partnership. But after some time... Is it really all that forced? ____________________________________ STORY CONTAINS: - graphic violence - bad language - death & mention of - sexual content - alcohol and/or drug use **This story does not represent Harry Styles in real life. His name, look and song references are used for entertainment use only. Harry does not act this way, nor do I see him this way. Enjoy!

"Oh, but I think you will. You're just dying to tear everything apart, aren't you baby?" Harry narrows his eyes in amusement, a malicious smile playing on his lips. I feel a surge of boldness at his condescending words, the cool of my pen tucked behind my ear startling me slightly. "So what if I am?" "You're just so full of vengeance, yeah?" Harry's bloody fingers tap underneath my chin, careful not to smear any of the substance on his fingers on my body. "Yes." I cock my head in defiance, not wanting to give in quite yet. "You know, maybe if you weren't such a bitch, I'd think you're hot." A slow, sadistic smile crosses Harry's face like he's thoroughly enjoying having me in a position like this. I scoff, crossing my arms over my chest like a shield of my very own. "I'd prefer you didn't think about me at all." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Scarlett Thatcher is hired as a publicist for the now world-famous band, Ecstasy. A young woman picking herself up from old habits, Scarlett is looking for vengeance, ready to go to any length necessary. Harry Styles is the lead singer for Ecstasy, ready to protect himself from the topsy-turvy famous world. Full of secrets, he's not afraid to scare anyone straight out of his life. What will happen when these two ticking bombs collide together?

Love. War. Lies. Nothing stays buried. Emersyn escaped once. But freedom comes with scars, and the past has a way of bleeding through the cracks. As secrets unravel and loyalties fracture, she's forced to decide who she can trust in a world built on betrayal. And Harry Styles, the only person who felt like safety, might be the one who costs her everything. When it comes down to him or her, survival or sacrifice, she knows one thing: She's not making the wrong choice this time. * "Then help me understand." The room tilts. My breath is ragged, his face too close, that quiet demand pulling the ground out from under me. Neither of us moves. There's an inch between us that feels like a cliff edge, almost like one wrong step will send us both over. "I hate you," I whisper, the words tasting like blood and truth. His jaw tightens, and his eyes drag over my face like he's memorizing every line, every crack I swore I'd never let him see. The silence stretches thin; my pulse is hammering so loud it drowns out the world. "Good," he mutters finally, voice rough. **** Started: 1/14/2025 Ended: TBD **** (Cover credit @antiheroics16)

Harry Styles alternate universe fanfiction. DISCLAIMER--- This is a fiction! Everything within the story is a figment of my imagination. I am in no way affiliated with any entities in the story. It's all fake and in no way shape or form depicts real life. ---- He manages a club, she is a massage therapist, who moonlights as a bartender. At night, she's backup singer, he's a struggling musician. She ran away from a life of privilege, for reasons far more sinister than anyone knows. And now she more than anybody else understands the hussle it takes to pay your bills. He dreams of a better life, for himself, for his loved ones. For his family. One that involves nothing illegal to make money to provide. When he first meets her, he is in awe of her. There's just a few problems. He doesn't do relationships. She can't only have a physical relationship. Mature themes; including drugs, violence, language, sexual content, ect.. NO TRANSLATIONS

*Story contains mature content* They always told me that I will become the person they raised me to be but they never mentioned that one day a green eyed creature was going to turn my whole life upside down. - He pulled away from me slowly. "What a pure soul you have, Angel." He said to me while softly moving his finger from my forehead to my jaw. "But why do I have this effect on you if you love him as much as you pretend?" I took a moment to assimilate his words. My brain was running in slow motion due to the effect he was having on me. If only I had the answer. - HIGHEST RANKING #1 in harrystylesdark #1 in hs # 1 in harry #1 in longhairharry #1 in darkharrystyles #1 in lhh #2 in harryedwardstyles #3 loveatfirstsight #4 in styles #8 in harrystylesfanfiction #8 in harrystylesfanfic #9 in stylesfanfic #14 in daddyissues #15 in louistomlinson #25 in domesticviolence #25 in hsau #29 in mentaldisorder - ALL RIGHTS RESERVED TO @tbslangel NOT ALLOWING TRANSLATIONS! CONTAINS VULGAR LANGUAGE/ DESCRIPTIVE VIOLENCE / SEXUAL CONTENT/ DRUG ABUSES/ MENTAL HEALTH READ AT OWN RISK!

Harry Styles isn't my father, he's my stepfather. Well ex-stepfather. My mother married him when I was 18, she was 36 and he was 20. Totally gross right? Little did I know that she was already knocked up when they got married. They were a happy little family while I was living with my ACTUAL father and going to college. Two years later, my mother left Harry for a man even younger then him and took him to the cleaners. She got full custody, child support and spousal support to pay the way of her and her new boy toy while Harry had to give her his house and move into a small apartment. It's been three years since the divorce my mother wants me to come back for her wedding, the wedding Harry paid for. I felt terrible for Harry but I was too ashamed of my own mother to reach out. But now she's left me no choice because he's the only one that can help me. Will he even answer the phone? I haven't talked to him in almost four years, I don't know what state he's in having his son ripped from him or all of his hard earned money taken away. All I know is that I'm at his doorstep and he's about to get the surprise of his life. ______________ ⚠️ Will contain an assload of foul language as well as sexual content. While some names may be real this is an alternative reality based story that is 100% mine.

[COMPLETED] *Story contains MATURE and EXPLICIT content* "This just can't happen" I tell him, as I start to walk past him. I come to a halt when his hand catches my arm. He presses his chest against my back and leans his face down to rest his lips near my ear "Why can't it? Leah I know I'm not the only one who feels this" he murmurs lowly. The closeness and his breath against my skin making me suck in a sharp breath. I turn around and face him "I won't hurt you if that's what you're worried about" he says softly looking down at his feet for a moment then back up to my eyes. I grab his face and kiss him. I couldn't take it any longer, but shock him when I pull away. "I can't take that risk" I confess, trying to ignore the sharp pain in my chest as I walk away from the person I wanted most.

Over the past year, he became distant. He ignored her, began to cherish her less, and went against the vows they made to one another. Despite the young son he shared with her, he became disconnected from the family he had once loved. Started: July 27th, 2017 Completed: August 8th, 2017 Highest Ranking: #71 in short story Cover By: styleslight

Victoria is an up and coming influencer who specializes in fashion, travel, and luxury lifestyle content. With a massive following and a carefully curated life, she is the definition of glamorous. But Harry Styles sees her in a completely different light when they meet at an event. While the world is fascinated by her curated life, Harry finds comfort in the moments she shares that are raw and real. They quickly become friends, and the more they get to know each other, the more they discover how much they can learn from one another. As their friendship evolves into something deeper, Harry struggles with the overwhelming need to maintain privacy in a world that thrives on exposure. Victoria faces the dilemma of whether she should keep her relationship with Harry hidden from her audience or take her followers on the journey with her. As their lives begin to blend, Victoria must decide how much of her love life to share without losing herself in the process. Told with humor, heat, and heartbreaking honesty, Love in a Caption is a modern love story about fame and anonymity, public image and private trust, and how true intimacy often begins when the camera cuts away.

It's been a while since I've last seen him, and just the mere mention of this man's presence makes the blood in my veins sing. I can almost hear his voice calling my name. "Aurelia...." he'd slowly drag, his tongue licking his lips each time before pulling into a sinful smirk. "My muse...you have complete control of me, you know that, don't you?" I shudder at the memory, recalling the intensity of his green gaze. He'd always call me his muse, his inspiration. His golden girl. My mouth runs dry. I want nothing to do with this man; so why is it that my body disobeys me? Why is it that goosebumps rise on my skin at the thought of seeing him again? *mature and explicit content*