Surrounded by the chaos of a crime-ridden city, Detective Styles is the NYPD's top investigator, tirelessly working to keep the streets safe. His relentless drive and sharp instincts have earned him a reputation for solving even the toughest cases with ease. But as cold cases begin to pile up, the department employs a young detective from another area to assist Styles, hoping their fresh perspective and skills will help tackle the growing caseload. However, Harry's pride may prove to be his biggest obstacle. Will he be able to set aside his ego and work with his new partner, who quickly rises to stardom in the department? Or will history get in the way of solving the city's most elusive mystery?

Yield. The word haunted me long before I even understood why. It wasn't about surrender, exactly. Not the kind that made you weak. It was more like... permission. Permission to feel, permission to let someone else in without detonating everything around you. But what happens when you yield, and the person you let in disappoints you? Betrays you? When yielding turns into exposure, and every vulnerability you offered becomes a weapon pointed back at you? Let me tell you: that's when yield stops feeling like permission and starts feeling like punishment.

"We hit the border in six hours," he said. He leaned over the table, crowding my space just enough that a few loose, long curls fell forward into his face. He brushed them back with a slow, careless hand, that petty smirk fixing on me. "You go back to whatever life you're hiding from, and I go disappear into some shitty hotel. Clean break." I didn't even blink, looking straight into those heavy green eyes of his. "I know the schedule." He let out a dry laugh, his gaze dropping to my mouth before snapping back up. "Right. So what the hell are we doing?" "I think you know exactly what we're doing." His smirk widened just a fraction, a dark, amused glint in his eyes as he leaned a hair closer, mocking the reality of it all. "Then I guess we're fated, angel." // Five days. That's all Valarie Cavalli wanted before reality caught up. After a year studying art in Paris, she booked a ticket on a slow luxury train to Florence, desperate to avoid the suffocating high-society expectations waiting for her at home. Then Harry sat down across from her. He's quiet, cynical, and walking away from a massive music career she knows nothing about. They don't swap names or backgrounds-just heavy looks and sarcastic attitude over cheap wine while the train cuts across Europe. By the fourth night, the rules of their clean break start to blur. With only 24 hours left before the tracks end, they stop pretending this is just a way to pass the time. But when the train finally pulls into the station, how do you walk away from the one person you were actually supposed to find?

When an anonymous threat attacks two rival spy organizations, Nicole Calvitto agrees to become the center of a faux alliance in order to combat the looming peril. Her job was simple: marry her organization's opposing heir, work together to solve the mysterious string of deaths, and in the meantime uncover any secrets her not-so-beloved new husband, Harry Styles, and his intellectual arrogance kept hidden. Unveiled is a fanfiction about spies, secrets, and a man who thinks he knows everything.

"You shouldn't be here," he says. His voice is flat, devoid of the warmth I keep looking for. I don't look away. I can't afford to. "And yet... here I am." Harry doesn't smile. He just exhales, the scent of expensive whiskey and cold air hitting my face as his eyes track the way my pulse jumps in my throat. "Lucky for you... I'm in the mood to let it slide." // Ariella was supposed to be a star. She survived a past that should have killed her, and she was ready to leave the wreckage behind for a microphone and a stage. But a gig at The Sterling-a high-end hotel owned by Harry Styles didn't buy her a way out. Hired to be a voice for the elite, Ella quickly realizes she's just a shield. A beautiful, tragic distraction for Harry to use while he moves weapons through the city's shadows. But Harry isn't the only one with a motive. Blackmailed by a detective to spy on the city's most dangerous family, Ella is forced to play a double game to save her sister's life. She's trapped between a law that doesn't care if she breathes and a mafia leader who is starting to own her. She's hearing secrets she can't unhear. She's seeing murders she can't forget. And the more she plays the role of a lifetime, the more she realizes the biggest threat isn't the men in suits or the guns in their hands. It's the fact that she's starting to find a home in the one place that will surely destroy her. In this game, the first one to feel... loses. ONGOING | MATURE CONTENT (18+) Highest Rankings : #1 in hsfanfic (5/5/26) #1 in Darkrry (5/28/26)

'Stay out of trouble, angel.' When the bar Maud works at is suddenly sold, she's told not to worry. New owner, same job - nothing will change. Except everything does. Because the new owner isn't just a person, it's a motorcycle club, Rapture MC. And at the center, unforgiving and merciless, stands Harry Styles. The kind of man who doesn't ask but only takes. Maud knows she should stay far away from him, but the bar becomes his territory. And Maud? She's suddenly right in the middle of it. WARNING 18+ ONLY: this fic contains mature themes and content. Reader discretion is advised. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED TO @butterflytattoo

Famous director, Harry Styles, decided to take a break from the world of cinema. He's now tackled a new horizon and he's become the go-to creative director for the brands that can afford him. Everything looks great from an outside perspective, but zooming in, there are quite a few cracks. His arrogance and hard-to-please attitude can keep people away, but not Juniper Walker. Freshly graduated, still trying to pay off her student debt, she has only one thing on her mind: she wants to make it in the film industry. And she'll give her all to make it happen. Even if that means bearing the hardships of serving Harry however he pleases - after all, it's her job. ___ Harry Style AU - Mature Content

Harry Styles, the brooding and intolerable tattoo parlour owner, meets River. A girl utterly oblivious to his way of the world with a curious heart determined to understand the extent of his nefarious ways. River comes to realize that Harry is hiding something much deeper than ever expected, only once those secrets are ultimately revealed, it's too late to turn back. -- *18+ // Story Contains Mature and Explicit Content*

[a harry styles fanfiction] - mafia!harry ▪︎ ▪︎ "Even most cold-hearted bastards have a heart. She has every intention of working her way into his." This wedding wasn't about love or trust choice. It was about duty and honor, about doing what was expected. A bond to ensure peace. ▪︎ ▪︎ [not my original story]

"Say one word and I will leave you alone from now on," he murmured, "I won't object." He brushed a strand of her hair behind her ear, his touch unexpectedly soft on her skin. "But if you're interested, if you want to know more, say so." He let his finger travel down her cheek to her jaw, grazing her throat and leaving a burning trail on her body, and Cora parted her lips to breathe out a reply. "Please?" "Please what?" Harry asked, whispering into her ear, way closer to her than he'd ever been before. "Do you want me to take you to the deep end?" • • • When Cora meets Harry, the enigmatic owner of the Fair, she's thrown into a world of magic and mystery. Between royal intrigues, blooming wars and a whirlwind romance, she must find out who she truly is and where her loyalties lie - but she must be fast, because it won't be long before she'll be put to the test. Now she must ask herself, what is she willing to give up in order to follow the path before her? And is Harry truly the perfect man she's always believed him to be, or is there more to him than meets the eye? 29/11/21 #39 in harry 14/12/21 #118 in fiction