"Smoking is bad, you know." The placid voice speaks up from the distant dark corner, nothing to see but a tall silhouette and an orange glow of a cigarette cherry. "It's the least of my problems," I murmur with my own between my lips, proceeding to feel the stagnant debris valley my throat when I suck delicately. He exhales a chuckle of cynical amusement, his footsteps getting every step clearer to my eardrums until I eventually sense body heat burning my back. "And why is that?" He whispers over my shoulder, hands inviting themselves to grip the railing in front of me so I become a prisoner between his inked arms. I swallow. "Because you'll be the one to kill me first." // Aven Brooks is hired to take pictures for the world-renown punk rock band known today as Duplicity; hoping the experience gets her into her most elite-dreamed university. However, when her lenses accidentally capture more than just cheeky sound checks and performances, she comes to a horrifying discovery that Duplicity is anything but a band. Appalled and frightened, she's trapped. *HIGHEST RANKINGS* #1 IN HARRYSTYLES #1 IN ONEDIRECTION ALL RIGHTS RESERVED TO @happydays1d NOT ALLOWING TRANSLATIONS! CONTAINS VULGAR LANGUAGE / DRUG ABUSE / SEXUAL CONTENT / DESCRIPTIVE VIOLENCE / MENTAL HEALTH READ AT OWN RISK!

*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

"Excuse me who do you think you are" I said in an irritated voice,this day hasn't been the best. This man who I played poker today decided that it was a good idea to follow me down the hallway and press me against the wall. "Who are you is the real question darling" He asked leaning his face closer to me, his breathing fanning across my face. "Look mister I don't really know who you are and certainly I don't really care, learn how to lose, and please get out of my way" This man was really irritating me already. "I never lose darling" He said in that stupidly sexy British accent. Now that his face was close to mine I could admire his features better. He has the deepest green eyes I have ever seen, they had a trance that made you feel like you got lost in the deepest end of the forest, suddenly green was an intriguing color for me. His muscular arm that was resting against the wall had random tattoos all over it but the one that got my attention was the anchor in his wrist. He had on a black skinny jeans and a button up shirt that had the first buttons undone letting his sternum butterfly show. This man was gorgeous, but his long curly hair was the thing that got me thinking how would it feel to run my fingers through it. This man is going to bring trouble to my life, and I'm excited to get lost and explore the mysteries that this man hides. **************************************************** A mystery ex-assasin owner of a well known Casino and a trained assassin and robber, what could go wrong right? A recipe for disaster? What secrets linger in this prestigious casino? Or maybe it will all end in shreds. Casinos, robberies, lies and so much more awaits.....

After a chance encounter, social worker Nia Cole and novelist Harry Styles navigate through the trials and tribulations of young adulthood together. A story of rediscovery and rebirth, a Sunflower and its Sun. ---------- 'Look, no offense, but I don't really know you,' I say scooting over to give us a little space. 'Plus, you wouldn't wanna hear about it. You seem like a really...positive, person. Might fuck with your energy.' 'I don't know if that 'positive' was supposed to be a compliment or an insult but my energy's quite alright,' He says with a chuckle. 'You'd be 'fucking with my energy' if you didn't tell me.' 'But why-' '-Besides,' He interjects, tugging the sleeve on his jacket and pulling me closer to him as if that was where I belonged. 'It doesn't matter because we won't see each other again.' The tone of his last sentence walked a fine line between melancholic and contemplative, as though the thought of us never seeing each other again was an injustice of fate. My heart sank once I realized that he was right. Those deep green eyes of his fixated on mine, searching for any sign that I felt the same disappointment towards the inevitable. I did. Missing a person I hardly knew felt senseless, but so was lying to myself. -------------- Started: April 8, 2020 | ongoing

"What's the matter? Cat got your tongue?" She smirked as she softly caressed his rough face, her ring-clad hand becoming tainted with the warm, crimson-red liquid. The smirk was wiped off her face as rage seized her and took over her previously relaxed features. Her muscles grew tense as her fingers forcefully grabbed his beaten jaw, turning his head to look at his bloody tongue lying on the floor. As a faint chuckle fell out of my lips, Arabella turned to me and approached me with the bloodied knife pointed in my direction. Fuck me. "Do you want to be next, Styles?" she asked rhetorically. "Depends on what cat would get my tongue." *** Contains themes of violence, explicit, and mature content.

~I never dreamed that I'd meet somebody like you, and I never dreamed that I'd lose somebody like you~ Life's been hard on Dione Davies, driving her to the verge of death, from which she's been saved almost by a miracle. Leaving her past behind to experience the calmness that she always craved, now working as a bartender, fate brings back into her life Harry Styles; a cocky, heartbreaker, lead singer and guitarist of an upcoming band with a killer smile. Their connection from the moment they lay eyes on each other is unambiguous, almost like they were meant to be. Will their story have the coveted 'happily ever after'? CONTAINS MATURE AND EXPLICIT CONTENT.

COMPLETE "You have a golden heart you know that?" He said just above a whisper. "I am so lucky to be able to see how truly beautiful it is" *** Eleanor has experienced so much in one lifetime. Harry wants to show her how truly beautiful she is from the inside out. // This story contains mature themes as well as topics that can be triggering to some readers//

"That's the funny thing about trying to escape the past, you never really can. No matter how far or fast you run, the past always catches up to you. You may be able to escape temporarily but, you have to face the darkness of your past to reach the light in your future."