"So what do we do?" "We can work something out. There's just one problem... We can't let your brother find out." ❁ Available now to order! Link in bio!

Harry Styles, the brooding and intolerable tattoo parlour owner, meets River, a stubborn and somewhat oblivious girl, who just doesn't understand the reasoning behind his nefarious ways but is determined to find out. River comes to realize that Harry's hiding something much deeper than expected... only once those secrets come to the surface, it's too late to turn back. -- *18+ // Story Contains Mature and Explicit Content*

WARNING DARK HARRY STYLES FANFIC!! MATURE CONTENT 17+ Contains sexual content • • • High School It fucking sucks // a/n not gonna lie I don't want to write this description because writing sums isn't my thing, I'm into the meaningless dialogue of overthinking irrational high school students who fuck away and lowkey commit murder • • • September 2021 - on going • • • Cover by @wafflesxberries

Marauders Era, Enemies to lovers, LONG and painful. "Is there another life? Shall I awake and find all this a dream? There must be, we cannot be created for this sort of suffering" "Maybe in the next life we will have more time?" She frowned she wasn't patient enough to wait for the next life. She wanted him in this life. (short chapters) Highest rank: #2 marauders #1 Regulus Black

{𝗕𝗼𝗼𝗸 𝟱} There are some stories that are told, but some others are just meant to be buried away. We have all heard the heroic story of Regulus Black; a Pureblood wizard who joined the Dark Lord at a young age, only to see the darkness within. So he finds one of his Horcruxes and sacrifices himself in hopes of destroying it. Or at least, this is just a small part of a story which we've never been told before; a tale that other than Regulus, only a girl named Alexandra Starling could've known.

We're all mad here, it's Wonderland. ~ Harry latches onto my passionate on-beat arms as he keeps me from moving forward. "Are you fuckin' mad?" He grits through his teeth. "I'm in Wonderland, Pretty Boy," I throw my free arm in the air, motioning to the surrounding world. "Of course, I've gone a little mad." He flips me around as the level of infuriation rises throughout his clenched jaw, trying to remain composed. "Don't try and be something you're not, Presley." I rip away from his hold, furrowing my brows from the curt statement, the honest revelation that should've just stayed within his mind. "We'll never be the heroes, and you know that," he says, colder than the Arctic's towering waves. "We'll never win." We'll never find Purple. Purple, the color of the Star-Crossed Lovers.

"the only promise I made to you was to do my job. I'm a journalist. that's all I ever promised I'd be."

"(baby, you're cinema!)" short scenes & blurbs in 2nd person with you and harry styles. © rach [rachdotv] on wattpad

"You may be able to boss me around getting you your fucking coffees and making your appointments at work everyday." Harry began in a low voice, grabbing a fistful of my hair, bringing my head back against his broad shoulder as my body quivered before him. "But here," He continued, lips grazing against the shell of my ear as he pressed me further down onto my bed, uttering one last sentence that made chills run across my spine in the best way as his grip around my curls tightened. "You answer to me."