Harry Styles is the frontman of the band NEON VEINS. His alternative rock style gets a large crowd at gigs and he is always on top of his game. Sophie Drive is a stripper at VICE, a strip club in the heart of NYC. When Neon Veins has a gig on the stage of her club, the crowd is way more focused on Sophie and her skills and makes Harru question everything. When she ends up going on tour with them, will the crowd love her more than ever? Will she lead the band to fame?

Bartending at one of the most popular classic rock bars in Nashville, Ariel is just trying to get by after escaping a toxic relationship. Harry is on his way to making it big in the music industry with his band, Sweet Talk, residing in Nashville to make their rockstar dreams come true. After an interesting run-in with each other, neither of them expected the strong pull of lust and attraction. Chaos builds as their feelings intensify- they can't ignore them forever... or can they? ☆ ☆ ☆ #1 nashville #1 hysteria #1 classicrock #1 defleppard #1 hsfanfiction #1harrystylesfanfiction #5 conflict ☆ ☆ ☆ Started March 2021 Completed October 2024

After being dragged on a night out with her best friend Mia, Riley stumbles across something she shouldn't have, putting herself and those closest to her at risk. All her life, all Riley has ever wanted is to feel safe, but when she stumbles across something that she shouldn't, and getting herself involved in a life of crime, drugs and rivalries, will she ever feel that safety she's always longed for? - What's your antidote? top rank - #1 in darkrry

Red lights bleed through the air thick with narcotics, while cigarette smoke consumes my lungs like a death wish. He leans in, his voice a dark whisper against my lips. "Do you like the taste of something so dark?" My throat goes dry like bones, as I summon the courage to speak along the lines of something so vile. "Guess I do." He chuckles, tilting my chin up with the tip of his finger. "Oh yeah?" he murmurs, his lips a breath away from mine. "Wanna be a little devil tonight?" // Harry Styles is a trained killer working for one of the most dangerous gangs in the country. His work is flawless, precise, silent, and merciless. He leaves no evidence, no hesitation, and absolutely no room for error. He's dedicated, disciplined, and untouchable - until he meets her. Ruby is the very essence of innocence. A girl with a heart that flutters and a soul that shines like summer daisies. Sweet as a dove, delicate as light. But innocence doesn't mean ignorance, and curiosity can be a fatal thing. Especially when it draws her into the arms of a man who moves like sin and smiles like salvation. They met in the woods, but it was under flickering neon lights and the hum of danger that they truly collided. Ruby doesn't know what Harry is. Not at first. Not when his hands are on her skin, not when her lips are tangled with his, not when her body is learning his like a secret language. She falls into him recklessly, blind to the blood on his hands. But when she uncovers the truth, and the blood he leaves behind, it's already too late. She's seen too much. She knows too much. And in their world, that kind of knowledge comes with only two options: join them or disappear. Forever. The world isn't just dark. It's vile. /// *Story Contains Mature and Explicit Content, read at your own discretion*

"Do you really think Harry would've let you live if he didn't feel something for you?" I hate how badly I want that to be true. I hate him for making me hope. --author nothe-- Flashbacks have been removed at your request. -If you notice any mistakes, please let me know. -First language isn't English (Dutch)

"Some stories aren't meant to be told. But I was assigned to write his." Amara Jones never planned to get involved with Harry Styles-star hockey player, frat president, and the most talked-about name on campus. She came to the University of Michigan to focus on journalism, keep her head down, and move on from a past she doesn't talk about. But when a class assignment pairs her with Harry, Amara finds herself pulled into a world of secrets, power, and a fraternity that guards something darker than parties and popularity. Getting the story was just homework. Surviving it is something else entirely.

I met him on the wrong side of midnight. London was supposed to be my chance to outrun the past, to bury the ghosts. But I've learned that ghosts don't stay buried, and neither do secrets. Now, I'm caught in a dangerous game. And danger isn't something you escape. It catches you. ---- "And right now, I bet it's eating you alive," he murmurs. "Trying to figure out if I'm your executioner or your guardian angel." I swallow hard. "What do you want from me?" "Now that," he leans in just enough to make my pulse jump, "is the right question." -- Harry is widely known as one of the most feared underground fighters London has ever seen. Olivia runs to London to escape the ghosts of her past and reinvent herself. But what happens when a cruel twist of fate brings them together? ** contains violence, drug use, mental health issues, grief, sexual content, strong language.

"Let me guess," he says, eyes gleaming. "You read somewhere that if you humanize your captor, he starts to feel sympathy. Stockholm Syndrome in reverse. Touché." I try not to flinch as he stops directly in front of me.My breath catches, but I don't look away. He grins darkly. "Silly rabbit," he murmurs. "Tricks are for me." *** She came to London to chase the story of a lifetime. He was the story all along. When journalist Penelope Reese begins investigating a string of stolen artifacts tied to a shadowy criminal syndicate known only as The Umbra, she expects danger. What she doesn't expect is to lose herself inside it. At Lethewood Manor, time warps. Morality bends. And the girl who once hunted monsters begins to wonder if she was always fated to become one. Harry Styles is more than the Umbra's ruthless leader he's a mind sharpened into a weapon, a genius who swore nothing human could ever touch him. Cold, calculating, untouchable. Until her. She's the only distraction he's ever allowed. The crack in his control. The voice he swore he didn't need, yet can't silence. To him, she's leverage, temptation, inevitability. To her, he's both a nightmare she can't escape and the one tether that might keep her alive. As Penelope unravels the secrets behind their operations-paintings lost to history, jewels worth empires, power hidden in plain sight. She begins unraveling something far more dangerous: the man who took her... and the truth about herself. But they are both bound by something neither can name-an obsession threaded by fate itself. Because some stories aren't just reported. Some stories are inevitable.

When twenty-one year old Eleanor witnesses something she shouldn't one night, she's thrust into the high-stakes world of drugs, murder, and Harry Styles. What happens when her two worlds start to collide? What if she doesn't want to escape? All Rights Reserved @femalestyles Please read warnings prior to starting this book. This book contains mature content that may not suitable to readers under the age of 18. STARTED: 6/4/2025 ENDED: ?

"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!