She stirred her tea slowly. "I'm not your babysitter, you know." "Says the girl hired to keep me from combusting." "I was told 'companion with boundaries.'" Harry narrowed his eyes, then grinned like the cat that found a string to pull. "That's adorable." "Don't flirt with me before I've had caffeine." "Wasn't flirting." He stepped closer, walking past her toward the fridge, close enough that his arm brushed hers - possibly by accident, possibly not. "If I flirted, you'd know." She rolled her eyes so hard it hurt her forehead. "What are we even doing here?" Harry paused, hand on the fridge handle, then looked over his shoulder with that look - the one she couldn't read yet. "Trying not to kill each other, apparently." © 2025 . All rights reserved.

Time is a strange thing when you're running from it at three hundred kilometers per hour. It stretches. It blurs. It pretends to heal things it only teaches you how to live around. And I think, somewhere along the way, I stopped being afraid of crashing. And started being afraid of what would happen if I didn't. Because the truth is - You can outrun a lot of things. But not the person who changed the way your heart learned to exist.

He went by Hot Shot, nicknamed for his exceptional ability to repair cars. Molly Pierce, an ambitious girl from the opposite side of town, went a while without ever figuring out his real name. But when the truth about his sinful name and twisted past inevitably resurfaced, she was stuck with a choice to make. A tale of forbidden love, mechanics, and car thieves. ***PLEASE SEPARATE CHARACTERS FROM THEIR FACE CLAIMS, INCLUDING HARRY highest rankings: #1 in harry #1 in harrystyles

Yield. The word haunted me long before I even understood why. It wasn't about surrender, exactly. Not the kind that made you weak. It was more like... permission. Permission to feel, permission to let someone else in without detonating everything around you. But what happens when you yield, and the person you let in disappoints you? Betrays you? When yielding turns into exposure, and every vulnerability you offered becomes a weapon pointed back at you? Let me tell you: that's when yield stops feeling like permission and starts feeling like punishment.

Harry's chicken is in her garden again. For the third time this week. "Styles!" she shout over the fence. "Your demon bird is attacking my sunflowers again!" He appears, slow and unbothered, leaning against the fencepost like he's got all the time in the world. "She's not attacking. She's exploring." "She's murdering." He grins. "Guess she's got taste." She crosses her arms. "I'll make stew." "Touch her," he says, "and I'll plow your garden flat." "Threats from a man who can't even keep a chicken home?" He looks at her, amused. "Wouldn't call her the only one sneaking over lately." And just like that, she's the one blushing redder than her poor, dying sunflowers.

Raine never liked overconfident people, and Harry never liked judgemental ones. But when everything around them isn't what it seems to be, all they need is each other to make it out alive. • • • "Keep your eyes open thunderstorm, because everyone here has their own agenda and you might be interested in some of them." 18/04/20 #1 in harrystyles 6/11/19 #156 in fanfiction

Sentry ('sen-trē): a person or group that watches over someone or something. ▣⬩▣⬩▣⬩▣⬩▣ In which Harry Styles is hired to watch over Christoph Beckett's daughter, Naomi, after the sudden passing of his wife, Delia. Harry thinks he's signed up for solely the role of Naomi's bodyguard, but as more time goes on, Naomi approaches him with an additional offer of her own. It's one Harry knows he should resist at all costs, but in the end, he can't help but give in.

"You do realize a journal is an extremely personal thing right?" His voice was raspy, low and threatening, making me take a step back in panic as he continued, "so my only question is why the fuck are you standing with mine?" - first book - - instagram acc: @thejournalofficial - - for extra material: arietem.wix.com/arietemx - All Rights Reserved 2013 © arietem

*Written in 2014* Book One in the Darien Grace Chronicles He was my siren song and all other melodies just seemed to pale in comparison.

In a corrupt community, young girls are sold to men as mere objects of pleasure and they are kept for as long as the men desire. But things take a turn when the spoilt son of a wealthy businessman crosses paths with an unfortunate girl forced into the twisted world of Baby Dolls. Baby Doll © Wonderwall123 2013 - 2014