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*

18+ | ON HOLD BECAUSE IT'S ABOUT TO GET REALLY DEPRESSING AND I'M NOT READY *** May 2nd, 1998. Oakland, California. Nova Deville attends her Father's political rally to show her support for his Mayoral Campaign. When a group of young, masked 'outlaws' crash the rally to speak out against Deville's corruption, Nova gets wrapped up in their passion and ends up aiding them in their escape. After helping this mysterious group of leather and lace, she slowly gets sucked into their world of sex, drugs and rock n' roll. One member of the group stands out to her; Harry Dawson. He's cold, reckless, brutally honest and wants nothing to do with her. But, Harry becomes the least of her problems when a brutal murder rocks the town and tensions rise in the already politically segregated community. But, it doesn't stop at one. When the murderer starts making victims of Nova's very own social circle, she can't help but think that this killer is closer to her than she thinks and she can't trust anyone. *** "Fuck, Nova, please touch me. I fucking hate myself for this, but you're making me so desperate, please," Harry falls apart in front of me, whimpering and moaning at the words tumbling out of his own mouth. I start to reach out my hand, ready to touch him for the very first time, and he moans out in anticipation from my slight movement, eyes trained on my delicate fingers. And then, the sound of shattering glass and a loud thud pierces the air from downstairs. I go completely still. "No, don't stop, Nova..." He whines at me and wraps his own hand around himself to relieve some tension. I ignore his pleas and grab my gun from off my nightstand, ready to handle whatever the fuck is going on downstairs now. "Wait here for me," I grab his wrist, pulling his hand out of his lap and throwing it back against my headboard roughly, "and no touching." *** Started: December 12th, 2021

"Please,-" He moaned into my flesh. His tattooed hand caressed my just below my ribcage, creating butterflies in my stomach, "Or is this as close as you'll let me taste?" "Remember this feeling," My breath hitched and I felt like I was loosing balance, gripping his long hair for stability, "Cause I'll never be drunk enough for this to happen again," - Company heiress gets throttled into the twisted music world. Twitter ✧ WhoreForToxic Started July 2022

"i'd never seen someone sign in front of me. but, i don't know if i was more focused on the language, or the man using it." - cassidy byrne is lucky. it's luck that her brother is "dating" the dean's daughter at college. it's luck that she was accepted past the admission deadline. it's luck that she managed to get into a dorm, at all. but is it luck that her roommate's interpreter is harry styles? to cassidy, it seems anything but. COMPLETED 11/3/19 EDITING 9/8/2020 -

"You know I love you right?" Harry questions sternly while holding my face. "Yes." I breathe out. "Good because I'm going to fuck you like I don't." ------EXPLICIT CONTENT------

Vindictive; Likely to Seek Revenge When I'm opening the door, my body slams into another. Frankly, I cannot do this right now so let's hope whoever this is has an explanation. I look up and I'm met with the most stunning green eyes I have ever seen. Attached to the most beautiful man i've ever seen. "Move" What the fuck "I'm sorry you're telling me to move? You're in my way." "Last time I checked darling, you ran into me," he then proceeded to smirk. He had an english accent, which I loved. I wish I could say I wasn't attracted to him right now but I am. And there is nothing I hate more than that. "Just get the fuck out of my way," the anger began to fume in my blood. I have no idea who this man is, but if things escalate he will wish he was never born. Yes he's attractive, but my blood is boiling. "Woah, I wouldn't speak like that to me if I were you." "Levati dai coglioni." "Gladly." //WARNING!! THIS STORY CONTAINS MATURE CONTENT, READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!// STARTED: April 25, 2021 *HIGHEST RANKINGS* #1 in Harry #1 in hs #3 in Harry Styles #1 in Party #1 in Aesthetic #1 in Bourbon #1 in Coffee #1 in Adrenaline

* THIS STORY CONTAINS MATURE & EXPLICIT CONTENT* Please refer to the list of possible triggers and kinks. Harry Styles. Twenty-Five. Green eyes. One hundred and ninety-six pounds. Six foot even or one hundred and eighty-seven centimetres. Born to Anne Cox and Desmond Styles. Parents whereabouts unknown. No known surviving family. Styles is best with guns, poison and the concealment of his victims for none have been found. || Astar works with MI6 as a secret undercover agent, taking on a new identity to try and infiltrate the Devil's Tribe. Will she be successful? Will she be able to go through all of the hardships? Will she follow the rules or fall apart somewhere along the way? STARTED: FEBRUARY 2021 FINISHED: FEBRUARY 2022

"Even Gods favourite angel was a sinner, baby."

Abscond (verb): to leave hurriedly and secretly, typically to avoid detection of or arrest for an unlawful action such as theft. // "They had to run, run for their lives." WARNING: Extremely explicit sexual content and language. Only read if you are comfortable with mature content. All Rights Reserved to harryartwork, 2016 ©

He was my pleasure, my drug and I think I may have overdosed.