[COMPLETE] "𝙏𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙞𝙨 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙠 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙢𝙚. 𝙉𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙚𝙡𝙨𝙚." The signs are right in front of them, but when will they see? An assassin and his accidental recruit embark on a challenging journey to find an opposing leader who just may have killed people very important to them. Only, when these enemies turned lovers begin to encounter mysterious messages during their time together, it's clear that everything is not what it seems. Now in French as translated by @stylesmood_ __________ Started: Nov 9th, 2023 Finished: Jun 24th, 2024 #1 in harryedwardstyles as of 04/08/24 #12 in harrystyles as of 05/31/24 "This story is so good it deserves more recognition. The plot, the tension, the plot twists, the secrets!!!! Everything is so perfect" -- luvhaylor "This story deserves to be known by millions it's the best thing I've ever read" -- emilysuebitch "Okay I am officially gonna worship u now onwards bc THIS PLOT IS EVERYTHING" -- Meadow616 MATURE & SLOW BURN

*CONTAINS MATURE AND EXPLICIT CONTENT* Have you ever met someone that made falling feel like flying? ~•~~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~ Preview: "Do you think, if you jumped from this roof - it'd feel like falling or flying?" I ask, keeping up with our theme of asking random useless questions that we've been going back and forth with for the past half hour. I stare at my feet swinging back and forth, looking down at the alleyway behind the building; pondering the question over in my head that I often wonder too much about. I glance over to Harry when he doesn't answer straight away and he's watching me with a look I can't read. "Unless you were a bird or could fly, it would just feel like falling. Because you'd know you were going to hit the ground" he decides to answer, staring at me like he's somewhat bothered that I asked him that. I look back down at the ground, and shrug my shoulders, "I think if you didn't care about hitting the ground it could feel like flying for a few seconds." ~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~ STARTED 11TH MARCH 2019 - ONGOING

He's humming again. Humming should be a soothing sound with dulcet tones that carry on in a wordless melody. It should be something that helps you close your eyes, relax, and drift away. That isn't how it goes with him. His hum is slow and disconcerting. The irregular, dissonant chords leave my heart pounding against my rib cage. I heard it before I started running, but I couldn't figure out what song it was - not until now; not until I was standing face to face with him with one of his hands wrapped tightly around my throat. London Bridge Is Falling Down. Coming from his lips, the nursery rhyme about Virgin Mary seems so unholy - so dark and so wicked. It does good as a promise - a warning for whatever hell he's about to unleash. When his humming slows to an abrupt stop, he presses the gun under my chin. He forces me to stare into his green, hellish eyes. I suck in an uneven breath. He revels in my fear. My body shakes before him, and I can see gratification in the way he smiles with sick satisfaction. "Oh, you poor, poor thing," He tuts, forcing a frown as he drags the cold metal of his pistol down the side of my face, tauntingly. "You don't even realize what you've done, do you?" - Allie Vera is struggling to make ends meet to support herself and her baby sister. Desperate, she takes the opportunity to become a waitress at an uprising strip club in New York. When she accidentally discovers something hidden in the walls of the club, she comes to a horrifying discovery that this club is only one of many cover-ups for something much bigger than she could ever imagine. Horrified yet determined to save herself and protect her baby sister, she makes a deal. - Ranking(s): #1 in punk #1 in dark #1 in Harry #1 in 1directionfanfic

COMPLETED Evelyn was an aspiring social worker. But when her first assignment is helping a family living in one of the worsts neighborhoods around London, she has no idea that her life will never be the same. There she meets Harry, a man who is involved in the world of illegal fights, who would turn her life upside down. Could two completely different people be more similar than what they had expected? Find out more in Disclosure!

single mother nadine huron has lived in holmes chapel, cheshire all her life. it wasn't supposed to be like that, but when she found out she was pregnant, there was no reason for her to leave. she's spent the last four years busting her ass to give her daughter, andie, the best life she could possibly have. single father harry styles has just recently come back to holmes chapel, cheshire. after the incredible success of his first five books, he's decided to remove himself, and his daughter lennon, from the hustle and bustle of new york city while he writes his sixth novel, and venture to the quiet that is his hometown. when fate brings the two of them together-no, back together-nadine and harry are faced with a situation that would appear to come right out of a romance novel, or coincidentally enough, right into one. ***** started: january 2022 finished: august 2022 *warning ! this story will contain smut and mature language/themes* highest rankings: #1 - alexandra shipp #1 - just friends #1 - daisy edgar jones #2 - soft #3 - dadrry #4 - hsau #5 - heart-warming *all lyrics and song titles used are property of taylor swift and company*

"Katie, this is Harry, Elijah, Niall and Lucas," Louis introduces me to the four tattoo artists sitting in the back room. They're each working on different designs at their separate stations. "Hi," I greet them, waving awkwardly. Niall, Elijah and Lucas smile at me warmly, each saying a quick hello. Harry looks me up and down, scoffing and rolling his eyes before glancing back down to whatever he was doing. What the hell was that? "Ignore him," Louis whispers. "He's like that with everyone." I stand there nervously and chuckle, trying to brush off the strange reaction. A wave of uneasiness towards the tattooed man with curly hair comes over me. Oh god, what have I gotten myself into? - TRIGGER WARNING FOR: SEXUAL CONTENT / DRUG AND ALCOHOL ABUSE / VULGAR LANGUAGE / DESCRIPTIVE VIOLENCE / MENTAL ILLNESS / SELF HARM / TALK OF DEATH AND SEXUAL ASSAULT / SEX CRIMES

DISCLOSURE SEQUEL Make sure to read the first book before reading this one as it is a sequel for Disclosure! *** "Do you still love me, Harry?" I ask feeling helpless, all the energy I had left in my body had evaded leaving me completely empty. I am not ready to hear his answer mostly because I know what it is, but I am also not ready to keep living like this. We have been dragging ourselves deeper into this hole for too long now, I'm afraid there is no going back from this darkness. Is love even enough for us at this point? ** Contains mature themes, read at your own risk

We're all mad here, it's Wonderland. ~ Harry latches onto my passionate on-beat arms as he keeps me from moving forward. "Are you fuckin' mad?" He grits through his teeth. "I'm in Wonderland, Pretty Boy," I throw my free arm in the air, motioning to the surrounding world. "Of course, I've gone a little mad." He flips me around as the level of infuriation rises throughout his clenched jaw, trying to remain composed. "Don't try and be something you're not, Presley." I rip away from his hold, furrowing my brows from the curt statement, the honest revelation that should've just stayed within his mind. "We'll never be the heroes, and you know that," he says, colder than the Arctic's towering waves. "We'll never win." We'll never find Purple. Purple, the color of the Star-Crossed Lovers.