[COMPLETED] Nothing is louder than the silence between two lovers that aren't lovers anymore. *** Why am I running away from him ? He's the one that left. He's the one that never wanted to contact me ever again. If there's someone who shouldn't be here it's him. But I didn't have the courage to go back there and see his stupid pretty face again. *** story contains mature and explicit content *** STARTED JUNE 2021

"one look at the newest member of the boston bruins and i knew i was absolutely, totally, completely, and irrevocably... pucked." ☘︎☘︎☘︎ [completed; january 14, 2021]

Ally and Harry, two complete opposites. What happens when you put the most popular girl in school and her tutor together? A short story about what happens when two people from different social standings come together for more than just a late night study session. *This story contains mature and explicit content*

(y/n) hated physics while harry loved it, but both of them have a couple of secrets.

𝐕𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐬 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐛𝐞 𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥 What happens when Harry Styles shows up at the house of a previous one night stand, seconds away from death. ❀❀❀❀ Harry Styles was the best at his job, so good that he thought that he would never miss the target. However, when an important mission goes wrong and his world collapses, he shows up at the house of a previous one-night stand seeking refuge. Madeleine Henderson pretends to be as normal as she can be but the secrets she tries to keep tame says otherwise. Broken laws, faked her kidnapping, and escaped from a mental facility, she thought hiding a possible criminal in her apartment was another to add to her list. The moment Harry met Madeleine, they both started playing with fire. The consequences of getting burnt were blurred by desire and lust. How long can the fire keep burning when dark secrets arise? How far were they willing to go to keep those lines blurred? *Includes mature content, please read warnings* Started: March 30th, 2021 Finished: March 15th, 2022

"In two miles you have reached your dream destination" - The girls own a surf shop, the guys have a band. What happens when they all cross paths one summer? Rory Donovan grew up at the beach her whole life. When she was 7 she moved to Maui and met her 2 best friends. Now in their 20's they own their own surf shop and spend their days in the Hawaiian sun living their dream lives. Harry Styles lived in Manchester his whole life dreaming of pursuing music. When he turned 18 he picked up and moved to Los Angeles to get his degree in it. In college he met his best friends and they started their band "Beach Break".

After a tragic accident that killed their best friends, two former lovers are forced to come together to raise the godchildren that they share. They can either find reconciliation and possibly rekindle what they once lost, or battle the next eighteen years only being known as the other parental figure to their godchildren. This story contains mature and explicit content // 18+

in which joelle d'amore is completing her final semester of university in the grand city of los angeles, california. when she finds herself in the presence of harry styles, a piercing man with dangerous agendas, she is permeated with fear. she saw something she shouldn't have and now she's fucked. » He brushes my parted hair, tucking them behind my ears. I breathe in, surprised by the delicacy of his touch. Suddenly, I feel his thumbs trace underneath my jaw only to direct my head to tilt up. "Just because your fuck of a boyfriend couldn't appreciate you, doesn't mean nobody else would. If you think that, then you're full of shit." "I-I don't think that," I tell him and I can feel it getting harder to breathe in the elevator shaft. "Then what's the problem, angel?" He's asking, sliding his thumbs off my jaw to trail over my throat. I can feel his long fingers meet behind my neck. "Why are you comparing yourself to dolls for?" » [non-lowercase] This is a Harry Styles AU Fan Fiction with no ties to Harry Styles or the rest of the boys in One Direction. Story contains Mature and Explicit content. CONTENT WARNING: This story contains mentions and/or descriptions of abuse, alcohol, assault, domestic violence, drugs, mental illness, sex, violence, and vulgar language. » #1 in HARRYSTYLES #1 in HARRYEDWARDSTYLES #1 in HARRY #1 in FINE #1 in LINE #1 in FINELINE #1 in DARK #1 in SEATTLE #1 in 1D » started jan. 20, 2021 completed aug. 1, 2022

***completed*** NOW PUBLISHED ON AMAZON Harry Styles. The strange one. The freak. The one who was too kind for his own good, trapped in a world where his job was to bring people pain. Sophia 'Spice' Winters. The dancer. The stripper. The one who who trapped in a world where her job was to provide men with nothing but pleasure. -- "What don't you understand?" Harry seethed, his hands gripping the roots of his hair. "I'm not the good guy here, Sophia. I'm bad, everything about me is fucking bad." Harry looked as if he was about to rip his hair out, his wild eyes shinning with madness. He looked unhinged, raw and angry. It should of frightened me. That look alone should of been enough to send me running. He didn't look like the shy man I first met. He looked...crazy. His fingers were coated in red, stained with the blood of another. He didn't seem to care though. "If I was you Sophia, I would run away. Run as far away as you possibly can, because I promise you...An evil part of me won't let you go, and I hate myself for that. I want you to run away, to a place that I can't ever find you. You'll be safe that way."