THIS CONTAINS MATURE & EXPLICIT CONTENT. REWRITING!! pls read the warnings before reading. NOCEUR - ONE WHO STAYS UP LATE. "It sounds terrifying as it is." He gives me a small, sad smile. "Everything is..." In of the summer of 2024, Maxine Isabella Devlin, a misunderstood girl with dreams of making her voice heard, embarks on a strange journey with her best friends, Narcissa, Xaviar, and Polly soon to be called her bandmates. Their fun takes an unexpected turn when they cross paths with a notorious alternative rock band called Noceur at the onset of their American Sleepwalkers tour. While being around the group wanting fun, new beginnings, and the freedom to be wild, the four soon find themselves entangled in the band's tumultuous world. They're fighting against a negative change to the world's love for music. Harry Styles, the enigmatic and ruthless lead singer of Noceur, sets his sights on Maxine as he knows she's the curious bright-hearted one. He recognizes the talent of the songs she writes as well as her way of performing, sensing she could soon rise to stardom, as that's her dream too. But his intentions are far from pure and not even a little bit kind. He stuck with making decisions on what to do with her, contemplating whether to manipulate her into the perilous glitz of dark Hollywood or to keep her from the path she seems destined to walk alone unaware. But first, it was Maxine falling into a deep well at the moment she lays eyes on him. Little did she know... he wants to manipulate her dreams for his entertainment. While he tries to get a little closer to her, she's the one getting closer. As tensions rise and the sick secrets unfold around everyone, Maxine's ride becomes a high-stakes game of ambition, danger, and heart-pounding choices. It might just become a trap for the birdcage. For herself, for him, for who, for what? STARTED originally: August 22nd, 2021 ENDED originally: December 24th, 2022 RESTARTED: Dec 17th 2024 #1 in subrry

regal /ˈriːɡ(ə)l/ of, resembling, or fit for a monarch, especially in being magnificent or dignified. Sometimes we love in fingertip touch, and it's just as close as we can get. A story inspired by Prince Harry and Meghan Markle's experience with the royal family.

18+ / Very Mature The coming-of-age story of Harry and Riley who have known each other for years, but never actually knew each other. They've spent countless nights at the same parties, shared a few drinks and glances, they're even on track to graduate top of their class. What happens when out of nowhere they start to connect? Like an invisible string pulls them together, so they can experience life and love and heartbreak. Riley and Harry learn a lot about themselves, and ultimately have to choose what's best for their future no matter how difficult that can be. But does love find a way? After all this time?

Estelle Adler is a highly renowned actress and Hollywood starlet with a 'golden girl' reputation to maintain. Harry Styles, a popular musician, basking in the glory of his successful debut album, hardly cares for his reputation. But, when the two stars cross paths in a Los Angeles night club, one drunken kiss causes a media frenzy, with the pair stuck in the eye of the storm. With no where to turn and their reputations on the line, Harry and Estelle are forced to undertake a forged path, in the hope of saving both of their careers. The only problem being, they detest one another...

"Love, like rain, can nourish from above, drenching couples with a soaking joy. But sometimes under the angry heat of life, love dries on the surface and must nourish from below, tending to its roots keeping itself alive." In which a girl called Ana meets a boy called Harry who has a strange fascination with the rain. [cover by: @rowlipsticks] highest rankings: #1 in fiction #1 in harrystyles

MATURE AND EXPLICIT CONTENT. Viewer Discretion is advised. *The people inside of this work are FACE-CLAIMS. This has no correlation to any IRL individual.* *This is messy plot. Made when I was a teen. Beware.* The story of a young woman who finds her style, self worth, and strength through the power of friendship, and true love. With a punk twist. In 2010, living in suburban CHICAGO IL, Alice Mariposa Anderson, 19, wishes for a teenage dream of sex, drugs, romance and fame. A Punk Rock life is a fantasy that corrupts her daydreams every waking hour, and her love of music only fuels it--but it's a life that'll only come true if she abandons the strict religious rules of her parents Christian household, and takes a chance on her new punkstar neighbors across the street. ⭑ ⭑ ⭑ Harlow Silver is a 21 y/o drummer for an underground scene/punk band named Bloody Valentine, moving from a loud, trashy New York City apartment to a quiet house in Chicago to escape his grim, horrific past. While also seeking out answers only Chicago could give him. But when he moves in across the street from a prudent, annoying, religious girl looking to bust out from her protective shell, he's forced to face his fears and break through the mental barriers that bind him to his trauma. And maybe, just maybe, love again. ⭑ ⭑ ⭑ Enemies to Lovers. Slow burn. A.U.

I swallowed harshly, "Please don't. Please don't kill him." The man on the floor let out a broken cry at my feet, I got down onto my knees and took his hands into mine. He lowered his head to my hands, sobbing all over me. I felt my eyes brim with tears at the sight of him before me, trying to soothe my thumbs against his skin, but he was holding my hands too tightly. "P-please don't." I looked up at the man. His eyes were a green that I'd never seen before. Despite how bright they were, I could tell that there was absolutely nothing kind behind them. He looked down at me. The only word to describe his face was bored. He was bored at the appearance in-front of him. In an instant, the man stood behind leaned forward and shot him right through the side of the head. Dodging my hands, but ultimately, blowing the man's brains all over my face. He went limp, falling onto me. I gently lifted my hand up to my face, feeling something unusual settle in my mouth. I brought my hand back before me and saw blood all over myself. It was in my mouth. I crawled back away from the man, slowly. I couldn't hold myself up, with the weight of him on me too. I'd failed to move, the weight of him actually suffocating me now. Sobs were beating against my chest, heavy and stuttered breaths fought them back. I screamed. I was faced with no other than the true devil. Ranked #1 in HarryStyles. 22.03.26 Ranked #1 in Darkharrystyles 26.03.26

At first glance, Harry has it all: a country to rule, people following his every order, and way more money than he should. Alouette, on the other hand, has nothing but a sister and a secret organisation to call home. When she's swept into a dangerous plan to destroy Harry, she's thrown into the fancy life of the Palace, the heart of her nation. She and Harry cross paths, and she discovers he isn't like she expected him to be - he's better, and so much worse. Soon she finds herself questioning her desires and everything she stands for and ends up tangled in a web of mysteries and lies, and her only way out is Harry - the king of her chessboard, the director of her life. Can she free herself before it's too late? • • • "Don't underestimate me, because I'll ruin you." • • • [BOOK ONE] [BOOK TWO - INSURGENCE] 30/11/23 #1 in harry 25/06/25 #4 in harrystyles

"You're accused of murdering Harry Styles. What do you have to say about that?" Logan asked me incredulously, a suspicious look plastered over his face. I shrugged, giving him my best innocent look. "Oops." ____________________________ When two psychos fall in love. Harry Styles A.U. All rights reserved to GirLegend99

18+ / Very Mature "Please, this is like cliche-central. With a kinky twist." ††† I step under the hot stream of water, soaking my hair, and take a deep breathe. I try and clear my mind, focusing on the way the water feels hitting my body. I turn around, opening my eyes, only to shout out a curse and stumble back. Emma is directly in front of me, taking off her tank top, eyes glued to my body. I hadn't shut the curtains, thinking no one would be in here, and I didn't know if I was happy or mad I did that. I stood there speechless as her small hands grasped the bottom of her sports bra. I inhaled sharply when she pulled it up and over her head, exposing her breasts. They jiggled slightly as she tossed her clothes to the side, and I found my heart rate quickening at an alarming rate. "W-what are you doing?" I breathe out as she pulls her leggings down her body, leaving her in just a thong. "Showering." Emma tells me as if it's obvious.