"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!

Don't you call her baby. We're not talking lately. Don't you call her what you used to call me... A story in which a girl who writes songs falls in love with the boy who sings them. "Color...What a deep and mysterious language, the language of dreams." - Paul Gauguin. DO NOT PRINT MY BOOKS! *TW: story contains mature topics such as mental abuse, PTSD, minor drug usage, and minor sexual content.*

When ambitious journalism student, Aurora Denver, starts a new job dancing at an unknown club hidden in the city, she thinks she's just trading her late night study sessions for quick cash and stage lights. But, the clubs emotionally unavailable, downright confusing owner, Harry Styles, is more than what meets the eye. A man with secrets buried in the shadows of the busy city. Drawn to his dangerous, charismatic charm, she finds herself torn between her dreams of education - the story that could launch her career - or fighting against her morals to protect a dangerous criminal. As the lines blur between love and betrayal, she finds the most dangerous stories happen to be the ones you become apart of. Deceit - where nothing is as it seems. Every truth masks a lie. Can you unravel the truth before anyone else? - "Are you gonna keep those lips shut for me, Princess? Or am I gonna have to make you?" He whispered tauntingly, leaning in closer to breathe cynically and I could practically hear amusement in his tone. I say nothing. Attempting to control my breathing and not break into deeper panic as my lips stayed sealed with his touch on them, slowly dragging the sensation down over my chin where he continued to smear the crimson blood. "C'mon, I know you're itching to talk back... or have I finally silenced you, hm?" He chuckled through his taunting. "Tell me Princess... are we gonna have a problem?" Slowly, I shook my head from side to side. It caused him to squeeze my chin, all of his fingertips now on me staining the imprint of his touch onto my face. He shifted his touch south, cupping the side of my neck and I squirmed against the wall at the feeling of his handprint on a sensitive area, his head moved away from my opposing ear to look down at me once again. "This is our little secret, yeah? I wouldn't want you to be the next one tied to that chair with your blood splattered on the floor." - Started: March 2024 Finished: