Harry doesn't believe in coincidences. Neither should she.

"You're playing a dangerous game." The corner of his lip tugs upward in a way that makes me shutter. "If you want unpredictable I'll give it to you..." He seems to tower over me even more and I suck in a shaky breath. "Are you sure you want to do that, darling?" "Do your worst." I state, feigning nerve, and he tilts his head dauntingly as his hands grip my waist tighter. - Miras life has always been defined by her freedom. What is she without any of it? A Harry styles fanfic.

In a world where the government is trying to control the population, every family is assigned to be either hiders or seekers. The hiders spend their lives hiding, while the seekers spending their lives finding and killing these hiders. Samantha Johnson is faced with a challenging, new life when she gets assigned to be a hider. What happens when the ruthless seeker, Harry Styles, stumbles upon a girl he has other plans for? CONTAINS MATURE CONTENT, VIOLENCE, VULGAR LANGUAGE, SEXUAL CONTENT, AND MORE... *HIGHEST RANKINGS!!!* #1 in ONEDIRECTION #2 in HARRYSTYLES #1 in 1D

Working for a world-leading mafia, Harry knows how to kill, how to hunt his victims, and how to avoid any company of any kind. He's used to a lonely, quiet, and harsh environment. He is the best at what he does. And everything he does becomes problematic when he's assigned to protect the boss's daughter from world-known killers. Catalina tries to understand him, eventually failing because instead she falls for a man so willing to resist her. [Contains Mature Content]

It's assumed euphoria follows me around the world as I tell unknown stories through songs, yet I'd never known true happiness until I met her. **story contains mature scenes which may not be appropriate for certain readers** Best Awards: #6 - harrystyles #1 - harrystylesfanfiction #1 - fromthediningtable #5 - fineline

We're all mad here, it's Wonderland. ~ Harry latches onto my passionate on-beat arms as he keeps me from moving forward. "Are you fuckin' mad?" He grits through his teeth. "I'm in Wonderland, Pretty Boy," I throw my free arm in the air, motioning to the surrounding world. "Of course, I've gone a little mad." He flips me around as the level of infuriation rises throughout his clenched jaw, trying to remain composed. "Don't try and be something you're not, Presley." I rip away from his hold, furrowing my brows from the curt statement, the honest revelation that should've just stayed within his mind. "We'll never be the heroes, and you know that," he says, colder than the Arctic's towering waves. "We'll never win." We'll never find Purple. Purple, the color of the Star-Crossed Lovers.

Don't you call her baby. We're not talking lately. Don't you call her what you used to call me... A story in which a girl who writes songs falls in love with the boy who sings them. "Color...What a deep and mysterious language, the language of dreams." - Paul Gauguin. DO NOT PRINT MY BOOKS! *TW: story contains mature topics such as mental abuse, PTSD, minor drug usage, and minor sexual content.*

✼ In Malibu, California in 1965, a surfer and world-famous aerialist undergoes a chain of comedic and not-so-comedic mishaps that force him to re-evaluate who he is. ✼ Most impressive rankings // #2 in Conflict and #62 in Comedy! ✼ Voted #1 in the 2019 VA Awards for both Alternate Universe and Fan Favorite! ✼ Please read with discretion.