*female reader insert fic* You and Harry are best friends who start an arrangement. When he meets someone new and your arrangement ends, you're left with impossible feelings. *This was (and is) originally posted on Tumblr, by me, harrystylescherry (aka nat). I'm putting it on here so that it's easier to read as the parts are pretty long!*

In some ways, Piper Stone is your average 23 year old. She graduated a year ago, she had a shit job, and her flat was the size of a shoe box. In other ways, Piper Stone is not your average 23 year old. She graduated a year ago with a Ph.D in computer science, her shit job was at MI6, her shoebox flat was below the flat of a man who may or may not be the head of London's largest crime syndicate. Oh, and now shes's working with one of the most elite agents in the service, a member of a notorius black ops group, who's as lethal as he is attractive. Did she mention she was sleeping with him? Piper Stone is definitely not your average 23 year old. *THIS STORY DOES NOT BELONG TO ME, IT BELONGS TO BIOLUMINESCENTWRITING ON TUMBLR!*

━━ 𝗔 𝗛𝗔𝗥𝗥𝗬 𝗦𝗧𝗬𝗟𝗘𝗦 𝗙𝗔𝗡𝗙𝗜𝗖𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡 He may be dating my stepsister, but it doesn't stop me from wishing he were mine. Not my story! ©planetblue faceclaim; megan fox

"Jesus, you still don't get it, do you?" He sneered, practically scoffing at the helpless girl in front of him. "I'm in control. That means what I say, goes. And I'm telling you, baby, you're not fucking leaving." His words were cold and they never failed to make that unnerving chill rattle through her body. She didn't think someone could be so cruel yet emotionless, could do the things he did without an ounce of guilt. And yet maybe he did - feel guilt, that is. But maybe he forced himself to ignore it, maybe he told himself, convinced himself that what he did, needed done. And making sure Layla never left his grasp was just that. - Dark!Harry

[COMPLETE] Having a crush on your boss is no big deal. Right? Talulah Knight is the assistant to the CEO of a major architecture firm. She loves Madonna, baking, oh and she is in love with her boss, but both of them are completely oblivious. With late nights in the office and boring work events, the lines between professional and unprofessional start to blur.

|CONTAINS MATURE CONTENT| "When I first saw you The end was soon To Bethlehem it slouched And then it must've caught a good look at you" -NFWMB Evil; profoundly immoral and wicked. There are things in this world that are bad and then there are things that are truly evil. Sinister. Instances where something is so immoral that someone pure and clean has no mind to comprehend that someone can commit such an act. But there are some who can. Those who have that evilness inside them, that blackness in their hearts. They bring about destruction, devastation, wherever they go. The only thing left behind when they leave is chaos. What they had was a love no one could understand. So rooted in their twisted minds that only they could appreciate it. Every step they took together left the world in pieces around them. Two dark hearts made for the other, and only each other. Evil. Sinister. Destruction. Devastation. Desolation.

"I'm not a fucking groupie for god's sake, I have a signed contract proving that I'm your damn neighbor," I hissed, keeping my arms firmly onto my chest as if his intimating eyes weren't already enough to make me feel little. Harry arched his brow, a sly - but playful grin lingering on his face. "Bullshit, you're either Group A groupie or Group B groupie. Group A-" "Excuse me?" "Listen - Group A is the kind of groupies that stalk us everywhere we go, places we eat, and even people we hang out with. And Group B is the kind of groupies that pretend they don't know who we are, and try acting all mysterious and special towards us but we all know it's an act and they just want us to love them." Harry snorted. I rolled my eyes, in utter shock that the band across from us is gonna be a pain in the ass the whole time here. "Oh Styles, I'll never fall for you," I announced, earning an underlying smile from him. "Yeah, we'll see about that." *** Elena moved to LA with her best friend to not just finish college but to finally write a new chapter in her life. Harry Styles, the lead singer (with daddy issues) of the uprising band The Walking Daydreams, also happens to be the asshole living across the hall. Never in her life did Elena think she would run into the big bad Styles, let alone live right across the hall from him. Living across the band is exactly what her conservative parents warned her about - never to associate with people that either has piercings, tattoos, or a bad mouth. Except that's the holy trinity of what makes Harry Styles. ***

Gasping, reaching for anything, trying to feel anything but the lingering feeling of Harry's hands on her body, the feeling of his kiss on her lips, she sits up in bed. It was just another dream. This happened often, she was drowning in the memories of his piercing green eyes and intoxicating kiss. The person she knew, was gone. He wasn't who he said he was. Fynn had fallen for his sweet smile, rough voice and tattooed skin. A man living two lives, he was two different people. The one that Fynn knew and who he really was. MATURE CONTENT

⟡ The year is 1989 when Harry moves into the house across the street from Josephine, who lets her intrigue and fascination grow about the handsome, yet mysterious man every day--that is, until her days left to live are compromised. ⟡ ⟡ THIS IS A DARK, TWISTED STORY ⟡ ⟡ Hateful and hurtful comments will be deleted if seen. Happy reading! ⟡

I hate her, I hate her, I fucking hate her. If she died right now, I wouldn't care. My main concern would be how I would get my money for this stunt. I have not an ounce of a feeling for this girl in front of me, yet I can't move under her angry gaze. I wouldn't dare. "Fuck you." I whisper out a pitiful insult to get the last word. "Fuck you." She replies just as quietly, taking a deep inhale as she holds our eye contact. She grinds her jaw as she stays looking at me, eyes scanning over my face with a huff. I hold my same scowl, still not backing away from her. I'm stuck in my place, my face not even an inch away from hers. I don't know how it happened, who started it, or what, but before I know it, her lips are on mine and I'm shoving her body backwards into the shelf. - Aubrey Hart and Harry Styles, costars in the movie "Forbidden Connection", hate each other. On screen, they're happily in love and yearning for each other's touch. Outside of that, though, it's constant yelling and fighting between the two of them. There's never a second of peace. Harry goes too far with what he says and Aubrey claps back in an instant. They don't clash very well whatsoever. When they're offered a big paycheck for a PR relationship, will the forced closeness become a little too real? Will they start to grow an understanding for each other? It's like they all say... there's a fine line between love and hate. **MATURE CONTENT** HIGHEST RANKINGS #1 in enemiestolovers #1 in harrystyles #1 in louistomlinson #1 in zaynmalik #1 in liampayne STARTED JANUARY 2021 - COMPLETED JULY 2021