"Why do you care?" he asks. But it's not soft. It's sharp, defensive, like he's already bracing for the answer. I want to tell him the truth. Because you saved me. Because you're the only one who makes me feel real. Because if you fall apart, I don't know what happens to the rest of us. Instead, I just say, "Maybe I want to understand." He scoffs, no humor in it. "You don't. Trust me." Silence stretches between us. Then he steps forward, close enough that I can see the way his hands won't stop shaking. "You already know too much," he says, voice low. "More than you ever should've." I don't look away. "Then tell me the rest." He shakes his head. "It's not your place. You don't get to ask." "But I am asking." He exhales sharply. "Jesus, Lily. This isn't a story with a clean ending. I'm not a mystery. I'm a goddamn warning sign. I'm dangerous." I flinch, but I don't move. And that pisses him off more. He takes a step back like he's going to leave, then pauses. His eyes flick to my jacket. In one quick motion, he reaches in and pulls out the burner phone. "I think this belongs to me," he says, tone sharp but quiet. No accusation. Just fact. I don't respond. Just watch as he slips it into his pocket, like closing a door I wasn't supposed to open. He looks at me for one long second, jaw clenched. "Go home," he says again, this time like a warning. And this time, I believe him. He crushes the cigarette under his boot, turns his back, and walks down the alley, leaving me standing in the dark. - Lily didn't ask to be assigned to him. Harry Styles is a name whispered like a warning, famous for his ink, infamous for everything else. Brooding. Untouchable. But Lily has a habit of looking too closely. And when she finds something she shouldn't, the line between curiosity and consequence begins to blur. He told her to stay away. She should've listened. - TW: emotional abuse, manipulation, drugs, sex, violence, trauma.

"That lipstick doesn't suit you. Red's not your color," he throws out casually before heading for the door. "I didn't ask for your opinion," I snap, turning toward him. "Good luck, Noel," he pauses for half a second, flicking the last cigarette away. That smug expression lingers in his green eyes. I scowl, hating how he stands there like nothing happened, casually toying with his cigarette. Faintly, I hear fans roar as he steps forward and blows a smoke stream right in my face. • Rock Me is a legendary rock band that has earned the title of the most popular band in the world thanks to their powerhouse hits, insane on-stage energy, and unique style. But Noel and Harry, the band's lead singers- can't stand each other. Noel is too weak and helpless to stand up to the arrogant, cocky Harry, who radiates nothing but darkness. ALTERNATE UNIVERSE! SEX / DRUGS / ROCK 'N' ROLL / VIOLENCE / DEPRESSION / EXPLICIT LANGUAGE / ALCOHOLISM / PUNK BAND • DARK HARRY • I DON'T NEED A TRANSLATION!

Magnolia is one of the biggest up-and-coming pop-rock bands of the 1980s, but what happens when one member makes an accidental deal with the devil? ALL RIGHTS RESERVED TO @angelsatellite NOT ACCEPTING TRANSLATIONS ONEDIRECTION/ROCK'N'ROLL/DRUGS/VIOLENCE/SEX/HARRYSTYLES/ROMANCE/1980s/MAFIA/EXPLICIT LANGUAGE

A world of red carpets comes with responsibilities. You don't get the glamour of fame, the money, the attention and the success without abiding by the rules given to you. Or in other words, the contracts. Juliette Harper finds this out the hard way. When her take off to fame and subsequent enterance into the Hollywood life comes after she stars in a romance movie with hot shot actor Sebastian Vale, she must uphold the conditions to ensure that she doesn't lose that success. But those conditions cost her more than she may be willing to lose; the only real thing she's ever had. When she agrees to a PR relationship with her Co-star the rules sound easy: Pretend to be in love, be affectionate for the cameras, talk highly about each other and most importantly don't let anyone find out it's fake. But it no longer feels so easy when she meets none other than the most loved male singer in Hollywood- Harry Styles. What starts off as innocent infatuation becomes something much more. Something a lot deeper. Something real. But is she willing to lose everything she's built, everything she's working towards for the only genuine connection she's ever had? Or are the claws of her PR contract sunken too deep into her life for her to escape its hold?