Not everything can be healed by a medicine. ~~~ "Who are you, Harry Styles?" The smirk on his face disappeared and he turned extremely serious. His face was so cold that it kinda scared me. "You don't want to know, darling." ~~~ Kennedy Simmons is a twenty-years-old girl who has nothing in this world except for her exceptionally high intelligence. Her whole life changes completely when she witnesses something that she shouldn't have and she is abducted by a mysterious man with green eyes who keeps changing everything around her, including herself. What will happen when her curious side wins over her logical side and she decides to find out more about this intriguing man? What if they're more alike than they initially thought? What if she's more involved in everything than they thought? What if he isn't the villain of the story? // The story contains mature themes. Read at your own risk.

[Completed] [MATURE CONTENT] [TW: Mentions of drug abuse and self-harm] "When I met her, I told myself 'no feelings'. But I guess you know by now that that's never how feelings work." As a 24-year-old working with underage drug addicts in a rehab facility, Violet Rae is less than impressed when her best friend introduces her to Harry Styles, a top tier member in a notorious drug gang in London who has a heavy coke addiction. Harry seems to have taken an unlikely interest in Violet that nobody, including her, him or his friends seem to understand. The two are an unconventional match and before realizing it, Violet is sucked into a dangerous life that goes against anything she believes in. Can two people who have gone through so much trauma and have so many - literal - scars ever really have a happy ending? [Preview] "It's pathetic, I know. I just feel... so much when you're around me. I can't get enough." His voice died down in a whisper before he flicked his eyes up to stare into mine intently. The green in them instantly took my breath away as I got lost and he gulped audibly. "And I don't just like you, Violet. I love you, I really do." My heart stopped beating for a second before it started thrashing violently in my chest. "Harry..." I sighed as I shook my head, but he cut me off. "No, I know you think it's bullshit and that it's too soon and that I'm lying or that I don't know what I'm talking about, but I do." He spilled. "There's so much you don't know about me." I mumbled, tearing my eyes away from his to focus on the pendant that was laying on the mattress. "I don't care." He whispered back and I shook my head. "I... I can't say it back." "I know." I bit my lip at the intensity of this conversation, and I wondered how long it would take Harry to find out he didn't actually love me at all. ** Started: May 2021 ** Finished: November 2021

† 𝔩𝔦𝔪𝔢𝔯𝔢𝔫𝔠𝔢 /ˈ𝔩ɪ𝔪ə𝔯ə𝔫𝔰/ 𝔞𝔡𝔧𝔢𝔠𝔱𝔦𝔳𝔢: 𝔞 𝔣𝔢𝔳𝔢𝔯𝔢𝔡 𝔰𝔱𝔞𝔱𝔢 𝔬𝔣 𝔪𝔦𝔫𝔡 𝔟𝔬𝔯𝔫 𝔬𝔣 𝔯𝔬𝔪𝔞𝔫𝔱𝔦𝔠 𝔣𝔦𝔵𝔞𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫; 𝔪𝔞𝔯𝔨𝔢𝔡 𝔟𝔶 𝔬𝔟𝔰𝔢𝔰𝔰𝔦𝔳𝔢 𝔱𝔥𝔬𝔲𝔤𝔥𝔱𝔰, 𝔩𝔬𝔫𝔤𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔣𝔬𝔯 𝔢𝔪𝔬𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫𝔞𝔩 𝔯𝔢𝔠𝔦𝔭𝔯𝔬𝔠𝔦𝔱𝔶, 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔞𝔫 𝔞𝔠𝔥𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔡𝔢𝔭𝔢𝔫𝔡𝔢𝔫𝔠𝔶; ∴ 𝔡𝔢𝔳𝔬𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫 𝔡𝔯𝔢𝔰𝔰𝔢𝔡 𝔦𝔫 𝔡𝔢𝔩𝔲𝔰𝔦𝔬𝔫 † "Then tell me," I rasp. "Tell me and I'll deal with it. I'll handle it. Just-don't shut me out." "I can't," she says again, voice breaking. "I can't tell you. I can't be with you. And I can't stand here and watch you break and know that I'm the reason." She swallows hard, her throat moving. "Please don't make me explain it. Please just... stop." I take a step toward her anyway, rain dripping from my eyelashes, my chest hollow. "I don't care if it kills me," I say, and it's not bravado; it's a man with nothing left to barter. "If that's the price, fine. At least then I get to be with you before it ends." She makes a small sound, half sob, half laugh, and it's the most human thing I've ever heard from her. "Don't say that," she whispers, almost fierce. "Don't ever say that." She holds my eyes for one last beat, lips parted like she might say something else - something that could undo all of this, something that could make the rain stop mattering. But she doesn't. Instead, she exhales, low and unsteady, and shakes her head. "I'm sorry," she says again, softer now, like a confession. Then she turns. And that's it.

Harry Styles has a problem and its name is Louis Tomlinson. When the boys of One Direction go on a vacation in 'Paradise', Harry can't help but think that maybe things will go his way for once. However, he soon realizes that keeping his love for his best friend and band mate a secret is much easier said than done; especially when every night his mates decide to partake in the childish and sometimes dangerous game of Truth or Dare... (Book 1 of 3) -re-edited in 2021-

Lost. That's all Harry Styles was to anyone anymore. Kidnapped at sixteen. Kidnapped from his future, from his family, from his boyfriend. It's been two years. Louis should move on, right? Two long years have gone by, and everyone has given up hope of ever finding Harry, so why should Louis dwindle on what could have been? Because he loves Harry. There's nothing more to it. Harry isn't dead, he's somewhere, lost. Louis can't just forget about him after two years. He can't forget the boy who captured his heart. He can't forget the boy who, even after two years, still has his heart. He can't forget.

*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

{SEQUEL TO MALIGNANT AND HIDEAWAY} MATURE READ! (18+) "Lay one finger on my daughter and I'll have you destroyed before the hours up." Harry and Amelia were ready to start the rest of their lives together, but what happens when the demons of his past hold them back? (BOOK 3/3) COMPLETED #1 in harrystyles #1 in onedirection ALL RIGHTS RESERVED @happydays1d/// CONTAINS VULGAR LANGUAGE, VIOLENCE, SEXUAL CONTENT. READ AT OWN RISK///

you can let it go you can throw a party full of everyone you know and not invite your family, 'cause they never showed you love you don't have to be sorry for leaving and growing up ~~~~ I look over at her, her eyes gleaming, "What is this?" All she does is admire her creation in front of her for a moment; the three cairns lined up side by side next to each other. When she finally turns to me, I can tell her eyes are glossy from tears welling up at her waterline. "I'm making my own family." ~~~~ A story in which a girl struggling with trauma falls in love with a boy that is too. Can they help pull each other out of the hole they've dug or will they bury themselves even deeper? DO NOT COPY MY WORK © copyrighted 2025 ~~~~ highest ratings: #1 in fineline #1 in hslot #1 in soloharrystyles #1 in zaynmalik #1 in louistomlinson #1 in styles #1 in onedirection #2 in harrystyles #5 in harryedwardstyles #7 in 1direction -- started: February 17th, 2025 ended: (ongoing)

Eliana Olsson lived a life woven with complexity, her morals firm, and her character forged through trials that shaped her deeply. She believed she understood her world - or at least knew how to navigate it. Then he arrived, his presence like a candle flickering in a still room, casting shadows that stretched and twisted her certainties. He was a riddle, born to test and unravel the foundations of everything she knew and trusted. He carried himself like a fleeting shadow of hesitation, the embodiment of unanswered questions. A conundrum is more than a simple puzzle; it's a delicate interplay between curiosity and uncertainty - a question that defies answers or offers far too many. Eliana soon realized he might destroy everything she had been or free her to become something entirely new. Can life really be more complicated than it already is? . . . . . . . . . She moves to a new city with her family, leaving behind the shadows of a troubled past in search of something better. Together with her mother and younger sister, she strives to piece together a life that feels stable and secure-something they've never truly known. As she focuses on her studies and the pursuit of her dreams, the weight of untold stories and unresolved memories lingers in the background, waiting for the right moment to resurface. Her plan is to keep moving forward, but life and one curly haired boy seem to have their own...ideas. TRIGGER WARNINGS drugs⏐violence⏐suicide⏐ murder⏐mental illness⏐robbery⏐guns⏐vulgar language⏐depression⏐ anxiety⏐trauma⏐ paranoia.

TREASURE SERIES (1/3) Brinna Harper; a twenty-three year old publicist's assistant with too much fear and not enough self control. After working her way out of an abusive household, Brinna struggles to cope with her need for harmless fun. But even a few harmless thrills add up. When she happens to stumble into a new Las Vegas night club, all morals and responsibilities crumble to the ground. There, she finds a new harmless thrill, one who goes by the name of Harry. *** "But you never crave a drug? Or alcohol? You don't run from your obligations to get a fix, right?" He softens his brows. "That doesn't mean I'm not addicted to it, I keep going back." He sighs, eyes flicking between my own. "I hate to break it to you, but that's called being in your twenties, Brinna." I pout at his roundabout way of calling my worries ridiculous. "That's how addiction starts, I like it so much that I keep coming back for more until eventually I get hooked." "Not everyone gets addicted. Your parents went through something horrible and found comfort in something they shouldn't have. You smoke a little weed and make out with your friend. There's a big difference," he says bluntly. ***