harry styles fics
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seraphic [h.s] by ohharryangel
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1988. Self discovery wasn't something that came easy to Mabel, in fact, she'd refused to deal with the matter since decisions seemed to always be made for her. She wasn't sure how she'd ever get by, living in the small suburban town within Los Angeles. Although one thing she did know, her sister was coming back to town for the summer. What she didn't know, was why the mysterious drummer boy would smoke marlboro cigarettes and only speak to her when he felt like it. It was quite frankly irritating having to meet his gaze everywhere she looked, but then again, it would only be for the summer. *this story contains mature and explicit themes*
Shark Bait [H.S.] by sogoldenarry
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Shark Bait: One who is in a precarious or vulnerable position. Harry's life consists of power and control, one where he makes the rules and everyone follows. Indigo's life consists of trailing after those with power and control, thirsting for knowledge on how they manage to maintain and achieve such authority in an illegal business. Take a dive into the world of unsanctioned aquatic escapades......but only if you can swim. *This story contains mature and explicit content*
Wild Side [h.s au] by roundcats
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The world is in war again, military bases being the only safe haven for the population in the affected areas. Danger, lies, and secrets lurk between the enemy sides, dividing them even more in the time when unity is needed the most. But perhaps amidst of it all, there is hope for a better future. No translations allowed!
Wasted | H.S by walls_are_falling
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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.
The Rockstar Next Door (h.s) by simpingforharry
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"I'm not a fucking groupie for god's sake, I have a signed contract proving that I'm your damn neighbor," I hissed, keeping my arms firmly onto my chest as if his intimating eyes weren't already enough to make me feel little. Harry arched his brow, a sly - but playful grin lingering on his face. "Bullshit, you're either Group A groupie or Group B groupie. Group A-" "Excuse me?" "Listen - Group A is the kind of groupies that stalk us everywhere we go, places we eat, and even people we hang out with. And Group B is the kind of groupies that pretend they don't know who we are, and try acting all mysterious and special towards us but we all know it's an act and they just want us to love them." Harry snorted. I rolled my eyes, in utter shock that the band across from us is gonna be a pain in the ass the whole time here. "Oh Styles, I'll never fall for you," I announced, earning an underlying smile from him. "Yeah, we'll see about that." *** Elena moved to LA with her best friend to not just finish college but to finally write a new chapter in her life. Harry Styles, the lead singer (with daddy issues) of the uprising band The Walking Daydreams, also happens to be the asshole living across the hall. Never in her life did Elena think she would run into the big bad Styles, let alone live right across the hall from him. Living across the band is exactly what her conservative parents warned her about - never to associate with people that either has piercings, tattoos, or a bad mouth. Except that's the holy trinity of what makes Harry Styles. ***
killer instinct - || h.s. || by eversincekyoto
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a killer instinct was coined in the early boxing world as a protective, cold mentality that surges to one's consciousness and turns one into a vicious defense practitioner. everyone has a killer instinct. for harry styles, that ruthless mentality always seemed to circle back to one singular thing - her. --- but she doesn't let me go far, keeping our faces inches apart and my lips curl up as i chew this gum in between my teeth. her fingers roughly press into my cheeks and she smiles back with a devilish, lustful glint in her eyes. "you're gonna want me in control more often after i'm done with you, baby." she whispers, taking me aback with the boldness of her statement as she simply smiles before letting go of my face with a light shove. i slowly scoff and she hums as i shake my head at her. "yeah? prove it." i taunt and she sinks her straight white teeth into her bottom lip with a smirk. --- || mature and explicit content, read at your own risk * ||
Poisonous grey h.s by poisonharry-
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Lilith loves her job as a detective, but not so much when she is solving the case of an anonymous art stealer. 'Poisonous grey' His nickname because of the snake tattoo that covers his neck, chest and back. Lilith now realizing he looks a little too similar to her past one-night -stand. He's cautious and never gets caught. Nobody ever knows his name. *** WARNING: MATURE THEMES. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK: Violence, gore, weapons, mental illness, descriptive trauma, substance abuse, sexual content. #74 IN MISSING. #102 IN ARTIST #159 IN DETECTIVE #578 IN ZAYN #645 IN CRIME #247 IN PLOTTWIST #994 IN ZAYNMALIK #358 IN ENEMIESTOLOVERS #132 IN HARRYEDWARDSTYLES #420 IN CRIMINAL #402 IN MATURETHEMES #135 IN ONENIGHTSTAND Started: April 18 2021
Perspective by MysteryMixtapes
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*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
Stall 2  by MysteryMixtapes
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*Story containes MATURE & EXPLICIT CONTENT* THIS IS A SEQUEL / PART 2. Read "Stall" before this book, unless you just like spoiling things for yourself. If that's the case, you do you boo. "Something can be both delicate and violent" *** Harry lowers his eyes at me as he backs me up against the wall, the red lighting only making him look more menacing "You wanted the bad guy Abby? Wanted the villain?" My heart his running a hundred mile an hour when my breathing hitches in my throat as his hand comes up to wrap his long fingers tight around my jaw forcing me to look him in the eye. "Well now you've got him" He leans his face close to mine, his voice dropping to a low warning murmur that has my stomach hitting the floor. "...Run little mouse" *** BOOK STARTED JULY 1 2019 COMPLETED JULY 2021