[Completed] [MATURE CONTENT / 18+] Red Herring (noun): a clue or piece of information which is or is intended to be misleading or distracting. "She's so damn naïve." Harry sighed as he pinched the bridge of his nose, "I maybe even feel a little bad doing this to her." Mike smirked back at him, "Awe, look at that... is the sex that good that you're completely whipped for this chick?" "Give me a break." Harry scoffed with an eyeroll and Mike chuckled, "Well, the thing is that she has no idea who you are which gives you a wide range of options." Harry slowly nodded in thought, "That's true. She'll be crushed though, I think she likes me." "If I didn't know any better, I'd think you like her too. Since when do you care?" Mike frowned suspiciously and Harry shook his head, "I don't. Let's go." In which a timid girl with a way-too-big heart gets caught up in business she shouldn't be caught up in. Stella Cameron finds herself questioning everything she thought she knew about herself, her family and the world when she gets - literally - tangled up with Harry Styles, who might not be who he claims he is. **Started: January 2022 **Finished: June 2022 Reader's discretion advised.

Mabel Donovan, a twenty-two-year-old dealing with writer's block, is presented with the life-changing opportunity of closely observing the enigmatic life of renowned artist Harry Styles, known by the public as "the black cat," a nickname he has earned due to the belief that misfortune befalls those who dare to approach him. Mabel does not believe in superstitions, and she is determined to get closer to him, hoping to change how people see him and to finally become a published writer. Her efforts are only destined to falter as she uncovers the truth beneath the façade: Harry Styles is caught up in the perverse dynamics of the entertainment industry, a place way darker and scarier than what people would imagine it to be. Would you trust what the media tells you about him? ** "Do I scare you, Mabel? Why..." his eyes seem to seek permission to explore other exposed areas of my skin. He places two fingers on my neck, feeling the blood pulsating in my vein, and breathes out, "...is your heart racing?" I stammer something, completely incapable of coming up with a coherent sentence. "Tell me: are you afraid of my black cat fame, darling?" *** !! DISCLAIMER !! the book contains mature content [explicit language, sex, violence, drugs, mental health issues or other themes that some individuals may find offensive], and it is intended for adult readers only. ANY RESEMBLANCE TO ACTUAL PERSONS, LIVING OR DEAD, OR ACTUAL EVENTS IS PURELY COINCIDENTAL. READER DISCRETION IS ADVISED.