† 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.

Some people are better unknown.

Madeline Hart joins her childhood best friend Clarice Styles on the One Direction world tour - not for the fame, not for the music, but to escape. A few weeks of travel, distraction, and time with Clarice should've been easy. But nothing about this tour is simple, especially not him. Harry Styles - the boy Madeline once knew better than anyone - is no longer the same. The kind smile is gone. In its place is someone cold, unreadable, and numb. A version of him sculpted by fame, rehearsed by management, and trained to feel nothing. Clarice wants her brother back. Madeline just wants to understand what happened to him. But as her path crosses with his again and again, she's pulled into something deeper - something heavier than she's prepared for. A fire that's too quiet to see, too sharp to touch. He's guarded. She's breaking. And neither of them know where they stand anymore. In the shadow of the spotlight, some truths stay hidden. But the more Madeline tries to keep her distance, the more the silence between them starts to burn.

Undercover spy, Odette Carter, thought this was just another mission: infiltrate, investigate, and take down a powerful criminal.....But some crimes are more personal than they appear. Her target? Reclusive casino owner Harry Styles-charming, calculated, and hiding more than just illegal operations. As Odette digs deeper into his world, shadows from a past she chose to forget begin to resurface. Haunted by memories she's locked away, Odette finds herself entangled in a web of secrets, deception, and desire-unsure of where the mission ends and something far more dangerous begins. Because in this game, nothing is what it seems. 
And some truths are buried for a reason. Is the real threat inside the casino... or in the past she chose to leave behind? ⋆˚✿˖° "Is it done?" Zayn's voice comes into my ear from the side of me as I turn my face away from her car, glancing towards him. He stands behind me with his arms crossed. I nod my head "it's done" I confirm as Zayn flashes me a proud smile, stepping forward as he places his hand on my shoulder, now standing next to me on the steps. "Does he know anything?" He asks again, his voice wary with warning. "No- she knows nothing at all" #1 in Hazza #2 in HarryStylesFanFiction