Fracture is the appearance of a crack or complete separation of an object or material into two or more pieces under the action of stress. - They've been strangers, friends-lovers. All they've ever known and cared about is each other, what happens if one of them is forced to leave? Or-when they see each other for the first time in five years?

She stirred her tea slowly. "I'm not your babysitter, you know." "Says the girl hired to keep me from combusting." "I was told 'companion with boundaries.'" Harry narrowed his eyes, then grinned like the cat that found a string to pull. "That's adorable." "Don't flirt with me before I've had caffeine." "Wasn't flirting." He stepped closer, walking past her toward the fridge, close enough that his arm brushed hers - possibly by accident, possibly not. "If I flirted, you'd know." She rolled her eyes so hard it hurt her forehead. "What are we even doing here?" Harry paused, hand on the fridge handle, then looked over his shoulder with that look - the one she couldn't read yet. "Trying not to kill each other, apparently." © 2025 . All rights reserved.

Rosie Ashford doesn't believe in fate - until it tears her world apart. Dragged from her quiet life of flowers into the chaos of Harry Styles' underworld, she becomes the one mistake he can't erase. Cold. Merciless. Addicted to control - Harry doesn't save her. He takes her. But captivity has a heartbeat, and hers begins to sync with his. Some people are poison. Some are temptation. And Harry Styles is both. Yet hidden beneath his empire of blood lies a truth Rosie was never meant to find - a secret that ties her to him in the cruelest way imaginable. This isn't a fairytale. It's a love story written in blood and tragedy. - He was like an art piece in a gallery - something you couldn't help but stare at. It pulled you in, demanded your attention. Beautiful at first glance, enticing. But if you looked long enough, you'd see it. The darkness beneath the paint, something twisted and raw. - Those eyes could carve me open without ever touching me. Even behind the mask they cut through me like a blade. My blood ran cold at the sight of him standing at the edge of my bed looking down at me - his sharp gaze sinister, taunting - it caused me to pinch my eyes shut for just a moment. Hoping this was a nightmare I'd wake up from. "H-harry," I choked out, my voice barely audible. "W-why are you in my house?" He pulled the ski mask off - slowly, deliberately - his predatory smirk made my stomach churn and his voice came out low and taunting. "You recognised me just from my eyes? How sweet." // HIGHEST RANKING: #1 in darkrry #4 in mafiaharry #10 in harrystylesfanfic

18+ | ON HOLD BECAUSE IT'S ABOUT TO GET REALLY DEPRESSING AND I'M NOT READY *** May 2nd, 1998. Oakland, California. Nova Deville attends her Father's political rally to show her support for his Mayoral Campaign. When a group of young, masked 'outlaws' crash the rally to speak out against Deville's corruption, Nova gets wrapped up in their passion and ends up aiding them in their escape. After helping this mysterious group of leather and lace, she slowly gets sucked into their world of sex, drugs and rock n' roll. One member of the group stands out to her; Harry Dawson. He's cold, reckless, brutally honest and wants nothing to do with her. But, Harry becomes the least of her problems when a brutal murder rocks the town and tensions rise in the already politically segregated community. But, it doesn't stop at one. When the murderer starts making victims of Nova's very own social circle, she can't help but think that this killer is closer to her than she thinks and she can't trust anyone. *** "Fuck, Nova, please touch me. I fucking hate myself for this, but you're making me so desperate, please," Harry falls apart in front of me, whimpering and moaning at the words tumbling out of his own mouth. I start to reach out my hand, ready to touch him for the very first time, and he moans out in anticipation from my slight movement, eyes trained on my delicate fingers. And then, the sound of shattering glass and a loud thud pierces the air from downstairs. I go completely still. "No, don't stop, Nova..." He whines at me and wraps his own hand around himself to relieve some tension. I ignore his pleas and grab my gun from off my nightstand, ready to handle whatever the fuck is going on downstairs now. "Wait here for me," I grab his wrist, pulling his hand out of his lap and throwing it back against my headboard roughly, "and no touching." *** Started: December 12th, 2021

"What's your favourite word?" I ask quickly, hoping to ease the tension building between us-though I think I'm the only one who feels it. He pauses for a moment, his gaze focused on his thumb still gently tracing circles on my hand. Without looking back up at me, he responds, his voice soft, barely above a whisper: "You." // Clover has always dreamed of a fresh start, so when she moves to Seattle with her best friend, Maycen, for university, she's excited for the adventure ahead. It's there that she meets Harry, a charming, enigmatic man who quickly captivates her heart. When Clover stumbles upon a terrifying secret, it uncovers a shocking truth that threatens everything she thought she knew about the people she loves. Clover finds herself trapped in a dangerous game with no way out. Crimson Angel is a dark, suspenseful tale of friendship, love, and deception, where nothing is as it seems, and the people closest to you might be the ones who will bring you the most harm. (Dark/Mature Content/Harry Styles Fan Fiction/LHH)

Being devastatingly attractive, a ruthless lover, a shameless heartbreaker, and a magnet for scandal - Harry Styles is adored and hated by millions. So when he reappears after five mysterious years of silence, the entire country watches him step back into the dazzling spotlight on the famed late-night talk show, Live with Devon! Emma Sinclair, one of the rookie script editors at the show, treats his attendance like any other day at work. She's not starstruck, she's not hopping on any of the gossip trains, she's just doing her job. But what starts as a professional obligation, unravels into something far more complicated when she meets Mr. Styles himself. Fame is messy, just as desire. And along the way, Emma learns falling for a celebrity might be the most complicated when he falls back. Achievements: #1 Harryfanfic

hal·low verb past participle: hallowed - honor as holy. Vivienne Romano bakes cupcakes, believes in kindness, and still says "please" and "thank you" to strangers. Harry Styles? He bleeds violence. A fighter with a past wrapped in secrets, bruises, and misery. Their worlds were never meant to collide. But they did-late one night, in the shadows of her bakery, with blood on his hands and fear in her eyes. Now he can't stay away. She's light and sugar and everything good in this world... and he's the sinner who can't stop coming back. She's the softest thing he's ever seen. And the only thing that makes him feel anything close to holy. Because if there's one thing Harry knows for sure- a man like him was never meant to touch a girl like her. As the lines between fear and fascination blur, Vivienne is dragged deeper into a world of secrets, violence, and obsession. Because Harry isn't just dangerous-he's marked. And now, so is she. What do you do when the one person who terrifies you... might be the only one who can protect you?

(ON GOING) MATURE CONTENT (+18) *PLEASE DO NOT COPY RIGHT!* "P-Please," He begs as his voice breaks. "This isn't a good idea Harry, What if you know who finds out? You're dead" His hand tightens at my hip, desperate. "I get that, but honey I'm tired of waiting, so fucking tired" I'm stunned by the rawness in him, so unlike the innocent boy I thought I knew. The way his emerald sea glass eyes shine reckless in my ocean one's, splits me apart endlessly by the sounds of our beating hearts in the night. He cups my face gently in the palm of his hands. "Show me," He cries out every word a plea. "Show me how to touch myself, I want to feel so fucking good, please, I need to learn, I'll be a good boy I swear" My breath catches. I glance around, the open barn, the scatter of hay beneath the stars, us, all alone. "Here?" He nods once, bites his lip in hunger, almost shaking. "Fuck yes. I can't wait. You're the only one who can handle all of me." A lost ballroom dancer bound to survive her new life. A lost cowboy bound to make a comeback in his life. Cowboyrry lovers this one's for you!🐴🫶🏼 I hope you all enjoy this story Thank you GoldenGirlyyy 🩷

"That lipstick doesn't suit you. Red's not your color," he throws out casually before heading for the door. "I didn't ask for your opinion," I snap, turning toward him. "Good luck, Noel," he pauses for half a second, flicking the last cigarette away. That smug expression lingers in his green eyes. I scowl, hating how he stands there like nothing happened, casually toying with his cigarette. Faintly, I hear fans roar as he steps forward and blows a smoke stream right in my face. • Rock Me is a legendary rock band that has earned the title of the most popular band in the world thanks to their powerhouse hits, insane on-stage energy, and unique style. But Noel and Harry, the band's lead singers- can't stand each other. Noel is too weak and helpless to stand up to the arrogant, cocky Harry, who radiates nothing but darkness. ALTERNATE UNIVERSE! SEX / DRUGS / ROCK 'N' ROLL / VIOLENCE / DEPRESSION / EXPLICIT LANGUAGE / ALCOHOLISM / PUNK BAND • DARK HARRY • I DON'T NEED A TRANSLATION!

18+ MATURE CONTENT "Its's PR baby, I'm putting on a show." ++++ Harry Styles and Spencer West have never gotten along. Spencer's too much of a perfectionist, Harry says. Harry's such a womaniser, Spencer says. The two of them have been working together on a film for the past month but when photos of two of the biggest stars in the world go viral at a friends engagement party, the pair are coerced into a PR relationship that will just about change the course of who they are. As they say... All is fair in love and PR.