After being rescued from a violent attack, Josephine is caught in the middle of a war between a cult of murderers and the vigilantes determined to stop them. Unable to go home until her attempted murderers are caught, she finds sanctuary with Harry Styles, a vigilante tasked with protecting her. Together, they team up to stop the cult from taking more victims. But, the more time she spends living with him, the more questions she has, and there is nothing that could prepare her for the secret she's soon to discover about the man who saved her life. - COMPLETED Watty Awards 2021 Shortlist Rated Mature for graphic depictions of sex, violence, death, and discussions about rape.

It's none of their business.... Harry and Emma have been together for 3.5 years when they find out she's pregnant with their first child, and right before their wedding. Read to follow the story of (v soft dad) Harry, Emma, Charlie, and their family. ***Content Warnings*** some (srsly not a lot) smut talk of anxiety and touches on domestic abuse

After a chance encounter, social worker Nia Cole and novelist Harry Styles navigate through the trials and tribulations of young adulthood together. A story of rediscovery and rebirth, a Sunflower and its Sun. ---------- 'Look, no offense, but I don't really know you,' I say scooting over to give us a little space. 'Plus, you wouldn't wanna hear about it. You seem like a really...positive, person. Might fuck with your energy.' 'I don't know if that 'positive' was supposed to be a compliment or an insult but my energy's quite alright,' He says with a chuckle. 'You'd be 'fucking with my energy' if you didn't tell me.' 'But why-' '-Besides,' He interjects, tugging the sleeve on his jacket and pulling me closer to him as if that was where I belonged. 'It doesn't matter because we won't see each other again.' The tone of his last sentence walked a fine line between melancholic and contemplative, as though the thought of us never seeing each other again was an injustice of fate. My heart sank once I realized that he was right. Those deep green eyes of his fixated on mine, searching for any sign that I felt the same disappointment towards the inevitable. I did. Missing a person I hardly knew felt senseless, but so was lying to myself. -------------- Started: April 8, 2020 | ongoing

Harry Styles, international heartthrob is on the first leg of his tour. Halfway through the American leg of the tour he plays a show at Radio City Music Hall not expecting it to be life changing but when his eyes meet hers, everything changes. Aria is a self made woman, she's confident in her talents as well as her body. Yes she might be thicker then most women but she knows the right man will appreciate her curves. What if that man is none other then Harry Styles? *WARNING* This is an AU, while some names may be real this is a work of fiction. It also will contain extremely mature language and content.

"You'll never get this done, you know?" The satisfaction was evident in his voice. "You could leave me alone so I can actually get this finished. Or pick up a brush." I gestured to the abundance of supplies I had purchased. "Mmm, no thanks. Don't really have my painting clothes on." My smirk reappeared and I turned fully to face him. "That's a real shame," I cocked my head to the side and fake pouted before pointing in his direction, "the door frame is wet." His body shot off the door frame he had been leaning against and he looked over his shoulder to see the line of white paint trailing down his presumably expensive coat. "Have a great rest of your day, Mr Styles." I flicked my hands in a 'go away' gesture before sliding the door closed behind him. **** TW: This story contains mentions/descriptions of physical/emotional/sexual abuse, coarse language and mature content. HIGHEST RANKINGS: No.3 #HarryStyles No.1 #HarryStylesFanfic No.6 #Friendships No.1 #HarryEdwardStyles No.1 #Soft No.1 #hs No.1 #1D No.1 #alternateuniverse No.1 #slowburn

"Say my name," Harry said, his hands groping my butt and pushing me against the wall. "Say it." "H-Harry." I whined, and he abruptly pushed his pelvis against me, pinning me to the wall and pulling his head back to look at me. "That's not my name." He growled. His eyes were full of lust and his breathing was heavy on my cheeks. "Daddy." _____________________________________________ This is NOT a l*rry fanfic _____________________________________________ #1 in Fanfiction - 05/20/17 #2 in harrystylesau - 04/28/23 #25 in harrystyles - 01/13/20 #32 in sugardaddy - 01/03/21 #101 in styles - 04/28/23 #171 in onedirection - 05/26/20

A one night stand with Harry Styles: What's the worst that can happen?

Mature/18+ Trigger Warnings included All her life, Ivy Malone has known what her family was. She grew up in the deep, unforgiving world of the mob. Ivy hates her position in life, knowing that her life was never fully hers. Harry Styles was cold. He trusted almost no one, especially his family. He had learned quickly that everyone was waiting for him to fail... to fall. An empire built by his father from the blood and bones of those who stepped in his way was all he had, no matter how much he hated it. He had no choice but to carry on the legacy. And marrying Malone's daughter was the next step in fortifying their defense. With new rivals making a move for power and a mysterious figure haunting the crime families of Queenstown, Ivy and Harry have to learn to live together. A bad start leads them down a tumultuous, passionate, and downright dangerous path, but maybe they were exactly what the other needed to live the life they always craved.

"sometimes I wonder how different my life would be if you weren't in it... but then i realise that, i don't want to know what my life would be like if you weren't." - A story in which the government leaders' daughter falls for one of his captives, who just so happens to work with the mafia. NOT ALLOWING TRANSLATIONS ALL RIGHTS RESERVED @cherrysunflowerv6 /// CONTAINS STRONG LANGUAGE, SEXUAL CONTENT AND VIOLENCE ///