COMPLETED 10/27/2020 Luz Garcia gathers her things and moves to NYC after High School, running away from death, boy trouble, and the walking reminder of the best and worst night of her life. Convinced nothing could make her leave the big city and go back to the town that only caused her pain and heartbreak, a High School reunion, and an old friend reels her in. When the reunion turns bloody, the mystery of the murder becomes the focus of her Journalism work and the perfect excuse to spend her nights wrapped in Harry's arms. Harry's green eyes and mind-jumbling touch almost successful at distracting Lu from her suspicions about Harry and his many secrets. Lu's hunger for truth will push her into a pit she will never be able to escape, not even if she wanted to. Explicit content warning: sexual, violence, language, and drug use. THERE IS A LOT OF HET SMUT IN THIS STORY IF YOU ARE UNCOMFORTABLE WITH THIS PLEASE DON'T READ IT. DISCLAIMER: ALL COMPANIES, PLACES, AND CHARACTERS ARE FICTIONAL AND NOT A REPRESENTATION OF THE REAL PERSON, COMPANY, OR PLACE. TPWK

Luna lives a quiet, forgettable life. Late shifts, small apartments, dreams that never quite reach beyond survival, and things she never thought to question. Harry Styles doesn't belong in it. He tells her someone is after her. He doesn't explain who. Or why. Only that she's no longer safe and that the only way to survive is to stay hidden, locked inside a safehouse with him watching her every move. He calls it protection. He calls it necessary. As time passes, the more the cracks show. The threats don't feel random. The danger doesn't feel external. And Harry seems to know more than he's saying out loud. She doesn't know what she's involved in. She doesn't know what her family has done. And she doesn't know that Harry was never the one keeping her safe. He was the reason she needed saving.

*** CURRENTLY EDITING *** Adelaide Williams, 24, the new girl in town, looking for a new beginning and a new outlook on life, but what if her beginning could ultimately be her END...and what if her 'new outlook' isn't as it seems? Harry Styles, 24, lead guitarist of the popular local rock band: THE RAMPAGE, looking for sex, drugs, and rock 'n' roll... Or is he? What happens when Adelaide meets Harry? Thing is, this isn't your average story of 'boy meets girl'... Sometimes you think you know a person, but what happens when that isn't the case AT ALL?

Have you ever fallen in love with someone you just can't have?

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 #5 in harryedwardstyles #7 in 1direction -- started: February 17th, 2025 ended: (ongoing)

Harry Styles owns Wonderland - the twisted Alice in Wonderland themed strip club where neon drips like blood and The Rabbit Hole devours anyone who gets too curious. No one leaves his basement the same Most don't leave at all. Alice Bennett is the journalist hoping to shatter his empire. She lost her brother to one of the clubs exclusive events. No body. No answers. Now she's slipping inside, chasing evidence to expose the monster and his murders. She wants his downfall. He wants her soul. One touch. One lie. One irreversible fall. And a love that's all consuming. - He prowls over, slow and deliberate, stopping only a small distance away from me. A rich scent, vanilla and tobacco, engulfs and invades my senses. His warmth seeps through the layers of fabric and space between us. I suck in a sharp breath when his fingers grip my chin, his touch isn't gentle, but it's not bruising. His cold rings press against my skin, my eyes widening while locked on his. "Pretty little things like you don't belong here." He purrs, deep and gravelly, tilting his head in amusement and softly traces his thumb over my cheek bone. His thumb dances along my skin, coming to rest on my lower lip as he pulls it down just slightly. The smirk on his face widens, curiosity flicks across his features. His tone drops lower, almost taunting. "Tell me, Petal, do you remember me after all of these years?" Petal. One single word has a flash of memory flooding through my mind, causing a nauseous pit to form in my gut, The man in front of me is the same boy who scared the shit out of me when I was a child.

SAINTS DON'T SIN QUIETLY Forced into his world, trapped with him, his rules, and his orbit, Sol learns that proximity is its own kind of punishment . Especially when attraction, that she's never felt before, starts to blur the line between protection and possession. But nothing about Harry is as simple as it seems. His presence in the town is tied to a mystery that runs deeper than violence, one connected to a truth no one wants uncovered. As loyalties fracture and betrayals surface, Sol must decide who she really trusts-the faith that failed her, the people who lied to her, or the man who might destroy her just by telling her the truth.

// In the neon-lit streets of New York City, Ivory Mancuso is just another law intern - overwhelmed by her demanding future and the weight of her dad's ecpectations. When a late-night walk leads her to a shocking crime scene, everuthing she thought she knew about her life shatteres. The man responsible? Niall Horan, a name known to millions, but to her, he's just another dangerous stranger with piercing blue eyes and a deadly smile. "You didn't see anything, did you love?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper. His tone was sarcastic, like he found this whole situation amusing. Like he'd done this before. "We're ghosts."

Brooklyn Caruso has spent her entire life surviving behind closed doors. Her father's anger shaped her. And the version of herself she was never allowed to be? She buried that a long time ago. Now she lives on the edge-drifting through late nights, drowning herself in loud music and bad decisions. Anything to feel something other than the emptiness. But one night changes everything. After passing out in an alleyway behind a party, she wakes up to the last person she ever expected; Harry Styles. He's famous, untouchable, and hiding something far darker than the tabloids ever printed. Their worlds should never collide, but fate-and darkness-has other plans. As secrets unravel and the obsession grows, Brooklyn finds herself drawn into a version of love that's anything but safe. Some flames aren't meant to be tamed. And some loves don't save you-they consume you.

Harry doesn't believe in coincidences. Neither should she.