you are my moonlight fresh out of one direction and writing his debut album, harry styles meets mystery girl sydney lewis tw: themes of alcoholism and minor drug use

Haven has spent her whole life hidden, in fear of the people who were meant to protect and love her, desperately fighting the demons of her past, present, and future. Faking her death in a world with no proof of her existence proved to be more difficult than she thought. Moving from place to place, city to city, country to country, her life has turned into a never ending cycle of fear and running. That is until she meets Harry Styles and her plans change. She will soon learn that what they shared was no more than an illusion, one they both seem to be unaware of. But what happens when their secrets are brought to light, will he finally be the saving grace she so desperately wants or the cause of her ultimate and timely demise. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED TO @TPWK_DOK *This book contains mature content and is intended for a mature audience. Read at your own risk! Contains but is not limited to: SEXUAL CONTENT / VULGAR LANGUAGE / DRUG AND ALCHOL ABUSE / DESCRIPTIVE VIOLENCE / SEXUAL ASSAULT / MENTAL HEALTH / Hope you enjoy!!!! HIGHEST RANKINGS: #1 haroldstyles

"Relax, he's coming." I placed my hand on Theo's knee and gently squeezed, trying to reassure him but he was growing more restless by the second. After turning the waiter away for the third time, saying we're still waiting for the rest of our party, Theodore huffed and reached into his pocket for his phone to dial his dad. I picked at my hangnails but after a few moments passed and he was signing into the phone before hanging up and dialing again, he dug back into his pocket to retrieve something else. When he placed his wallet on the table, I thought he was going to pay for the drinks we ordered while we've been waiting for the past half hour but he pulled out a tiny card and dialed the number on the piece of paper. Two rings in, his father answered. "Where the hell are you?" - "You forgot about tonight just like I said you would despite me texting you all week and calling you this morning about it. You knew how important this was to me." - "Just forget it. We're leaving." He hung up and threw a twenty dollar bill on the table. "Let's go." He didn't bother to see if I was following him as I scrambled to grab my purse and the business card he left on the table that read Harry Styles Enterprise.

Harper Quinn just wanted to survive her first real job on tour. Instead, she gets thrown into the deep end: eighteen-hour days, a crew that quickly starts to feel like family, and a former boy-band heartthrob who keeps showing up exactly when she least expexts it but needs it most. As the tour moves through Europe, the line between professional and personal starts to blur in ways none of them ever planned for, and the life she thought she was building back home starts falling apart. Backstage is a story about learning who you are when the spotlight isn't on you, about the family you find when you're far from home, and about a slow-burn romance that neither of them saw coming, but both of them might need. **Please keep in mind that I've never written a story this long before and that english is not my first language. I try the best I can and am greatful for all the feedback I get, but always remember to treat people with kindness :) ** STARTED: 27/01/2026 MOMENTS: #1 harrystyles (29th July) #1 harryedwardstyles (13th May) #1 stylesfanfic (28th May) #1 softharry (24th July) #1 styles (7th September)

Updates every Sunday night! Marguerite doesn't know why Harry Styles is protecting her. Only that without him, she'd already be dead. Cold, controlling, and impossible to escape, Harry drags her into a world of secrets, violence, and unanswered questions where danger follows her everywhere she goes. And the more time she spends with him, the more she realizes one terrifying truth: Harry isn't just hiding something. He's hiding her.

Harry Styles can run a billion-dollar beauty company without breaking a sweat. He can command boardrooms, negotiate impossible deals, and solve corporate crises before most people finish their morning coffee. Then he comes home, to the only person in the world who isn't remotely impressed. Livia is a scientist. She studies forests, soil, and ecosystems. She spends weeks away on field research, comes home covered in mud, and has absolutely no interest in Harry's corporate reputation. To the rest of the world, Harry Styles is an intimidating CEO. To Livia, he's just Harry. The husband who can't stop working. The man who worries too much. The one who somehow makes even grocery shopping unnecessarily dramatic. Between billion-dollar meetings and rainforest expeditions, airport reunions and late-night phone calls, muddy boots and tailored suits, they're learning that marriage isn't about having the perfect life. It's about finding home in each other, no matter how chaotic life becomes.

Famous director, Harry Styles, decided to take a break from the world of cinema. He's now tackled a new horizon and he's become the go-to creative director for the brands that can afford him. Everything looks great from an outside perspective, but zooming in, there are quite a few cracks. His arrogance and hard-to-please attitude can keep people away, but not Juniper Walker. Freshly graduated, still trying to pay off her student debt, she has only one thing on her mind: she wants to make it in the film industry. And she'll give her all to make it happen. Even if that means bearing the hardships of serving Harry however he pleases - after all, it's her job. ___ Harry Style AU - Mature Content

When an anonymous threat attacks two rival spy organizations, Nicole Calvitto agrees to become the center of a faux alliance in order to combat the looming peril. Her job was simple: marry her organization's opposing heir, work together to solve the mysterious string of deaths, and in the meantime uncover any secrets her not-so-beloved new husband, Harry Styles, and his intellectual arrogance kept hidden. Unveiled is a fanfiction about spies, secrets, and a man who thinks he knows everything.

"Jesus, hold still." The wind was sharp enough to sting my cheeks bright pink while Harry stood directly in front of me, adjusting his helmet over my head with careful hands. "I'm not even moving," I muttered with an eye roll. "Think that's you, genius." A quiet scoff left him, his fingers brushing my loose blonde hair away from my mouth before tightening the strap beneath my chin. Harry's hands stilled on the helmet buckle, the tip of his thumb brushing over the dimple on my chin. I didn't think he realized he was doing it until he lifted his eyes to mine. "Why do you keep looking at me like that?" I asked, my fingers playing with the hem of my leather jacket. "Like what?" The space between his brows creased. I blinked. "Like you're trying not to." Aoife Rhodes, warm-hearted and stubborn, arrives in London expecting an unforgettable summer with her big brother just before starting law school. Instead, she finds herself stranded with her brother's flatmate Harry, a stoic tattoo artist with a reputation no one seems willing to explain. But slowly, Harry's life begins to consume hers. And the deeper Aoife falls into it all, the harder it becomes to tell where Harry ends, and she begins. 18+ Mature & Explicit Content Read with Discretion HIGHEST RANKINGS: #1 in harrystyles #1 in onedirection All Rights Reserved to @onthewindowsill

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