Anastasia takes a job dancing at Afterglow to survive financially, but the deeper she gets into the nightclub's criminal underworld, the harder it becomes to stay out of trouble, especially when Harry Styles is involved. Cold and impossible to read, Harry should be the last person she gets attached to. Unfortunately, tension is harder to avoid than danger. Dark Harry Fan fiction forced proximity. Grumpy x Sunshine

❝ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴀɴ'ᴛ ꜰʟʏ ᴜɴʟᴇꜱꜱ ʏᴏᴜ ʟᴇᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀꜱᴇʟꜰ ꜰᴀʟʟ ❞ Trapped in a toxic relationship, Annabelle finds it difficult to leave. Adrian is everything she has ever known. Niall is her childhood bestfriend. Destiny always finds a way. PREVIEW: "You need to wake up." His voice was gentler now, almost pleading. "This isn't love, Annie. This isn't..." He took a deep breath. "This isn't healthy." "You don't understand," I said adamantly. "He's different now. He's trying." Niall's expression hardened. "And these?" His fingers hovered towards my neck, where the marks lay. He dropped his hand before he touched them. "This is him trying?" I flinched, taking a step back. "I should go." "To him?" Niall asked, voice cracking. "So he can do worse? So he can continue lying right to your face?" "That's not fair," I snapped, walking up so our faces were inches apart. I felt so much anger towards him right now that I almost couldn't contain it. His words hurt me, and he said them so effortlessly... I wanted to hurt him the way he hurt me, it was a constant war within me not to lash out at him. I knew I had to leave before I did, my fuse was running short. "No, what's not fair is watching someone you-" He cut himself off, turning away. When he faced me again, his eyes were hard. "What's not fair is watching someone you care about walk willingly back into a fire and not being able to stop them."

"We hit the border in six hours," he said. He leaned over the table, crowding my space just enough that a few loose, long curls fell forward into his face. He brushed them back with a slow, careless hand, that petty smirk fixing on me. "You go back to whatever life you're hiding from, and I go disappear into some shitty hotel. Clean break." I didn't even blink, looking straight into those heavy green eyes of his. "I know the schedule." He let out a dry laugh, his gaze dropping to my mouth before snapping back up. "Right. So what the hell are we doing?" "I think you know exactly what we're doing." His smirk widened just a fraction, a dark, amused glint in his eyes as he leaned a hair closer, mocking the reality of it all. "Then I guess we're fated, angel." // Five days. That's all Valarie Cavalli wanted before reality caught up. After a year studying art in Paris, she booked a ticket on a slow luxury train to Florence, desperate to avoid the suffocating high-society expectations waiting for her at home. Then Harry sat down across from her. He's quiet, cynical, and walking away from a massive music career she knows nothing about. They don't swap names or backgrounds-just heavy looks and sarcastic attitude over cheap wine while the train cuts across Europe. By the fourth night, the rules of their clean break start to blur. With only 24 hours left before the tracks end, they stop pretending this is just a way to pass the time. But when the train finally pulls into the station, how do you walk away from the one person you were actually supposed to find?

"You shouldn't be here," he says. His voice is flat, devoid of the warmth I keep looking for. I don't look away. I can't afford to. "And yet... here I am." Harry doesn't smile. He just exhales, the scent of expensive whiskey and cold air hitting my face as his eyes track the way my pulse jumps in my throat. "Lucky for you... I'm in the mood to let it slide." // Ariella was supposed to be a star. She survived a past that should have killed her, and she was ready to leave the wreckage behind for a microphone and a stage. But a gig at The Sterling-a high-end hotel owned by Harry Styles didn't buy her a way out. Hired to be a voice for the elite, Ella quickly realizes she's just a shield. A beautiful, tragic distraction for Harry to use while he moves weapons through the city's shadows. But Harry isn't the only one with a motive. Blackmailed by a detective to spy on the city's most dangerous family, Ella is forced to play a double game to save her sister's life. She's trapped between a law that doesn't care if she breathes and a mafia leader who is starting to own her. She's hearing secrets she can't unhear. She's seeing murders she can't forget. And the more she plays the role of a lifetime, the more she realizes the biggest threat isn't the men in suits or the guns in their hands. It's the fact that she's starting to find a home in the one place that will surely destroy her. In this game, the first one to feel... loses. ONGOING | MATURE CONTENT (18+) Highest Rankings : #1 in hsfanfic (5/5/26) #1 in Darkrry (5/28/26)

"You'll never know," he said with that familiar, raspy laugh. For twenty-four-year-old psychologist Joyce De Graaf, Harry Styles was nothing more than a fleeting encounter in a New York club. A stranger whose world lay miles away from her own. When a fateful quarantine forces them to shelter together in a luxurious villa, the lines between strangers and lovers begin to blur. While the world outside stands still, Joyce fights the demons of her past that come alive in the dead of night. Harry, however, is determined to break down the walls around her heart. In a world consumed by cameras and rumors, they try to find a connection that only the two of them understand. But how can you truly let someone in when you haven't even forgiven yourself? Content Warning TRIGGER WARNING: This story contains explicit themes, including sexual assault, domestic abuse, depressive thoughts, and suicide.

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

Vivian Matine, an aspiring fashion designer, met new bestfriends when they moved in across the hall from her New York apartment. Harry Styles, the co-founder of Pleasing and an aspiring musician, can't seem to find another muse than his next door neighbor and best friend. Uncertainty, change, that hallway. Liminal. - *this is a friends with benefits plot.* ONGOING and MATURE content. 18+.

Will Sienna Moretti kill Harry Styles... or fall for the monster who shattered her world? A story of intoxicating desire, all consuming love and merciless deceit. Secrets rot beneath silk suits and sharpened smiles. Entwine • verb: wind or twist together; interweave. - The words die in my throat when I hear an obnoxious noise ring out from behind me. Clapping. I push on my crutches, shifting to turn around. My eyes are met with a man-clad in a black suit-standing a few feet away from me, white hot seeing range pulses through every fibre of my being at the sight of him. Harry Styles. His green eyes pierce into mine, a cocky smirk plastered on his face, clapping his palms with a cigarette rested between his index and forefinger while he leant against a tree. "If I thought putting Vincent in the ground would make you this fragile," he drawls, voice dripping with venom as he places the cigarette between his lips. "I would've done it sooner."

"Let me guess," he says, eyes gleaming. "You read somewhere that if you humanize your captor, he starts to feel sympathy. Stockholm Syndrome in reverse. Touché." I try not to flinch as he stops directly in front of me.My breath catches, but I don't look away. He grins darkly. "Silly rabbit," he murmurs. "Tricks are for me." *** She came to London to chase the story of a lifetime. He was the story all along. When journalist Penelope Reese begins investigating a string of stolen artifacts tied to a shadowy criminal syndicate known only as The Umbra, she expects danger. What she doesn't expect is to lose herself inside it. At Lethewood Manor, time warps. Morality bends. And the girl who once hunted monsters begins to wonder if she was always fated to become one. Harry Styles is more than the Umbra's ruthless leader he's a mind sharpened into a weapon, a genius who swore nothing human could ever touch him. Cold, calculating, untouchable. Until her. She's the only distraction he's ever allowed. The crack in his control. The voice he swore he didn't need, yet can't silence. To him, she's leverage, temptation, inevitability. To her, he's both a nightmare she can't escape and the one tether that might keep her alive. As Penelope unravels the secrets behind their operations-paintings lost to history, jewels worth empires, power hidden in plain sight. She begins unraveling something far more dangerous: the man who took her... and the truth about herself. But they are both bound by something neither can name-an obsession threaded by fate itself. Because some stories aren't just reported. Some stories are inevitable.

Welcome to Fragments of Us. Ciara Mendez is a fierce, ambitious woman, a hard-working party girl with a sharp edge and a past she's desperate to leave behind. Her only goal? Success. She's determined to rise above it all, head held high, heart locked away, and emotions buried deep. But life has other plans. When the unexpected creeps in, heartbreak, regret, love, or maybe just lust. Ciara finds herself torn between who she was and who she's trying to become. Harry Styles, enigmatic, charming, and born into wealth that hides a darker truth. He's inherited more than just money from his late father; he's inherited secrets. Dangerous ones. The kind that require lies to keep the people he loves safe. But lies have a way of unraveling and when Ciara and Harry's worlds collide, they're both forced to confront the truth they've been running from. In the dark, love waits. But not everything waiting is kind. ✵ ✵ ✵ I reached up, wrapping my arms around his neck. "I'll be a good girl... if you tell me your name. Would be a shame if no one knows who made me come." He chuckled darkly. "You're something else, Ciara." My stomach dropped. How did he know my name? He smiled, flashing a dimple. "Since you asked so nicely... I'm Harry."