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

They say love conquers all but when it's your first love, does the same rule still apply? For Angel and Harry, five years seems so long when you have lost the one love keeping you whole but fate has other plans. Maybe a certain matchmaker is to thank. Either way, will their love be enough to reunite them or will their love burn out? [completed] © rcsewrites 2021.

In which two ex-best friends, Harry Styles and Marlowe Finch, reunite after almost 5 years. Harry realizes Marlowe's on her way to living the dream they had always yearned for, and Marlowe comes to the conclusion that Harry's more lost than she ever thought he could be.

[a harry styles fanfiction] - mafia!harry ▪︎ ▪︎ "Even most cold-hearted bastards have a heart. She has every intention of working her way into his." This wedding wasn't about love or trust choice. It was about duty and honor, about doing what was expected. A bond to ensure peace. ▪︎ ▪︎ [not my original story]

The one about chefrry

***completed*** NOW PUBLISHED ON AMAZON Harry Styles. The strange one. The freak. The one who was too kind for his own good, trapped in a world where his job was to bring people pain. Sophia 'Spice' Winters. The dancer. The stripper. The one who who trapped in a world where her job was to provide men with nothing but pleasure. -- "What don't you understand?" Harry seethed, his hands gripping the roots of his hair. "I'm not the good guy here, Sophia. I'm bad, everything about me is fucking bad." Harry looked as if he was about to rip his hair out, his wild eyes shinning with madness. He looked unhinged, raw and angry. It should of frightened me. That look alone should of been enough to send me running. He didn't look like the shy man I first met. He looked...crazy. His fingers were coated in red, stained with the blood of another. He didn't seem to care though. "If I was you Sophia, I would run away. Run as far away as you possibly can, because I promise you...An evil part of me won't let you go, and I hate myself for that. I want you to run away, to a place that I can't ever find you. You'll be safe that way."

Maybe she never should've joined the game. SHORT STORY.

Blue jean baby LA lady Seamstress for the band ... Harry's eyes lingered over my lips for a moment, before meeting my gaze, and his face broke out into a wicked grin. "Oh, my little sunflower, this will be so much more fun that I ever expected." I felt frozen beneath his stare, and the only response I could manage was, "What will?" in a weak voice. His response was immediate. "Playing with you, sunny girl." ... It's the summer of 1978. Harry Styles is looking for a new stylist for his first world tour as a rising rockstar. Lennon is searching for a way to create a name for herself as a celebrity stylist. When the rockstar with a God complex meets the bright eyed stylist with a love for live music, the stars seemed to have aligned. But the two know, more than most, that things are not always as they seem. ... Mature Content warning//This story contains adult themes and explicit sexual content.

1988. Self discovery wasn't something that came easy to Mabel, in fact, she'd refused to deal with the matter since decisions seemed to always be made for her. She wasn't sure how she'd ever get by, living in the small suburban town within Los Angeles. Although one thing she did know, her sister was coming back to town for the summer. What she didn't know, was why the mysterious drummer boy would smoke marlboro cigarettes and only speak to her when he felt like it. It was quite frankly irritating having to meet his gaze everywhere she looked, but then again, it would only be for the summer. *this story contains mature and explicit themes*