*CONTAINS MATURE AND EXPLICIT CONTENT* Have you ever met someone that made falling feel like flying? ~•~~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~ Preview: "Do you think, if you jumped from this roof - it'd feel like falling or flying?" I ask, keeping up with our theme of asking random useless questions that we've been going back and forth with for the past half hour. I stare at my feet swinging back and forth, looking down at the alleyway behind the building; pondering the question over in my head that I often wonder too much about. I glance over to Harry when he doesn't answer straight away and he's watching me with a look I can't read. "Unless you were a bird or could fly, it would just feel like falling. Because you'd know you were going to hit the ground" he decides to answer, staring at me like he's somewhat bothered that I asked him that. I look back down at the ground, and shrug my shoulders, "I think if you didn't care about hitting the ground it could feel like flying for a few seconds." ~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~ STARTED 11TH MARCH 2019 - ONGOING

THIS IS AN UPCOMING NEW DARK HARRY//please share *Mature and explicit content READ AT YOUR OWN RISK

"Crisp trepidation, I'll try to shake this soon." Harry Styles, a criminal, believes that his horrid sins are the reason for the constant tragedies in his stagnant and dull life. Flora Anderson, a medical student, is convinced that she would always be trapped in her little fantasy suburban town. When their two paths accidentally cross, secrets are unveiled, and neither of them will ever perceive the world the same way ever again. A story of revenge, sex, lies, and the fear of never knowing what will happen next. - Harry Styles AU *STORY CONTAINS MATURE AND EXPLICIT CONTENT *

*Story Contains Smut and Explicit language* Brooke Renner, a twenty four year old GQ columnist just trying to make it through life. She's about as normal and sweet as they come, she hangs out with her friends, goes clubbing, has wine Wednesday's with her gay best friend, and loves junk food. Harry Styles, a twenty five year old multi million dollar company CEO who's main focus is his business. He's about as stubborn and stuck up as they come, he spends hours at his office building, has sex with random girls, has millions of dollars, and hates the idea of a romantic relationship. What happens when these two worlds get blended together without either one of them being willing to do so? How will these two deal with their undeniable want and need for one another? -- Preview: {THIS IS NOT A HAYLOR FAN FIC!!}

"𝘋𝘰 𝘐 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘤𝘳𝘰𝘴𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥 ? 𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘬𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘦𝘳, 𝘵𝘰𝘶𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘦𝘳, 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴 ? 𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘳𝘶𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘢𝘪𝘳, 𝙇𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙙𝙞𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙚 ?" In which the female badass of West Ham High knows that the rich playboy would always go back to her. She knows it ain't right; but then again, they're both full of 𝒃𝒂𝒅 𝒅𝒆𝒄𝒊𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔. [NETFLIX ORIGINAL: THE SOCIETY] [SEASON 1 - ?] [HARRY BINGHAM x FEM!OC]

Arya is a infamous Assassin, who is known to be the best murderer on the market for the mafia. She uses the name 'Violet' to stay unnoticed to the human eye. When a unknown person pays a big price to Assassinate Harry Styles. Arya takes the challenge without knowing the consequences behind it. After a couple of failed attempts to assassinate him, she easily becomes his main priority to remember who she is. What happens when both worlds collide as the ground beneath them starts to crumble? **** "Should I trust you?" He whispers in my ear as he moves a strand of my hair behind my ear. I look around the room and back to his eyes. "I don't know" I hesitate to say it at first. he shouldn't trust me, He had no clue why I was actually here with him. If he knew it would be game over, one shot and I'd all be done for. One sudden move and everything would collapse. "The thing is, I could just push you off at any second and not give a single fuck on what happens to you. That's the crazy part about this, You never know what the other is thinking when you're like this. You don't know you if you trust them." He says as he stares at the clouds above. I look beneath us at the small cars in the distance causing ruckus on the multiple roads. "So I guess it's like a game, if the other one trusts you enough to want you to stay alive or to die" he starts to fiddle with his hands. I frown and stand up just to crouch down on the ledge and face him. "Let's test it then, if you trust me, I trust you. Catch me" I grab the side of the building and drop my legs. He glances at me so I give him a smirk and let go of the building. CONTAINS MATURE AND EXPLICIT CONTENT.

opulence /ˈɒpjʊl(ə)ns,ˈɒpjʊləns/ great wealth or luxuriousness. Apollo III, a gang consisting of all girls, tasked with robbing Casino's all over America. What happens when Apollo III crosses paths with Harry Styles, the owner of Stardust Casino, and Harry's five best friends? // I made eye contact with piercing green eyes, as the purple lights from above danced on his face, he smirked as two girls grinded on him. He seemed to love the attention. Liked the thought that everyone is eating out of his hand, and he's aware of it. "What about him?" I questioned, nodding my head in his direction. "Him? He's dangerous... in many ways. He's a pathetic excuse for a human. He has a reputation, a scumbag who fucks around with everyone." She shouted to me over the music. I threw back a blowjob shot and thanked the bartender, he winked at me and I turned around in disgust. I rolled my eyes, "Wanker," I muttered under my breath. I grabbed another shot and noticed the man started to nudge and push people in the crowd, as he made his way towards me and the girls. Neveah clamped her hand around my wrist and started pulling me away, I slammed the shot glass on the bar as Neveah urgently pulled me away. I turned at the man with green eyes and brown hair as a curl fell down across his forehead, he smirked at me and I whipped my head back around to the front of me, to feel my wrist being squeezed by Neveah's hand. I felt a jolt of electricity course through my veins, but I wasn't sure if it was the alcohol or him.

He's watching for you. Waiting, hunting, preying on you. But he'll never make the first move. Despite his career he always wants to be respectful. Growing up with a loving mother and sister will do that to you. However, he knows he's a magnetic force of energy, that the space he occupies is not easily ignored. With his heavy fur coat, psychedelic see-through button down shirt that's open just enough to showcase his chest hair, and a pair of bell bottom jeans, he knows, he looks fucking incredible. Head-to-toe Gucci is hard to come by, but when you're Harry Styles, things typically go your way.