He was forbidden, but he was her desire. They're love was tryst. - DARK HARRY STYLES FANFICTION. None of this is real, or meant to romanticize the sensitive topics this book covers. This book is also not meant to hurt the public image of Harry Styles (or any other characters and face claims) the characters are completely fictional. - ALL RIGHTS RESERVED TO -L0V3RGIRL ON WATTPAD. - TW // this book has the following topics. - strong language - sexual content - drugs - weapons and guns - gore - mental health issues - self-harm - trauma - abuse - mafia - grooming READ AT YOUR OWN RISK. - This book is not yet edited. Sorry for all of the spelling and grammatical errors. - Harry and Juliette, the modern day Romeo and Juliet.

"Who's that over there?" The man looked at me like I was from outer space, or perhaps like I lived under a rock, maybe a mixture of both. "Him? They call him Full Throttle," he chuckled with a hint of nervousness in his voice. I scrunched my nose up in confusion. "Why?" The man threw his head back and laughed before answering me. "Because he doesn't hold back. He does everything at full speed... racing, girls, and-" the man cut himself off, seeking as though he was catching himself spilling a secret. "And what?" "Don't worry about it." THIS BOOK IS PURELY A WORK OF FICTION! The characters in it are in NO way a representation of the people chosen to play them. It is merely a story, and they fit the physical description best for their characters. The characters I have created are completely fictional, and in no way relate to my thoughts and or feelings about the people I have chosen to play said characters! || THIS BOOK CONTAINS MATURE AND EXPLICIT CONTENT, PLEASE READ AT YOUR OWN RISK || HIGHEST RANKINGS: -#1 in hs -#1 in fiction -#1 in racing -#1in dragracing -#2 in harrystyles -#4 in youngadult -#5 in onedirection -#19 in cars -#31 in gangs -#57 in fighting -#64 in harry -#111 in drama -#461 in love

I hate her, I hate her, I fucking hate her. If she died right now, I wouldn't care. My main concern would be how I would get my money for this stunt. I have not an ounce of a feeling for this girl in front of me, yet I can't move under her angry gaze. I wouldn't dare. "Fuck you." I whisper out a pitiful insult to get the last word. "Fuck you." She replies just as quietly, taking a deep inhale as she holds our eye contact. She grinds her jaw as she stays looking at me, eyes scanning over my face with a huff. I hold my same scowl, still not backing away from her. I'm stuck in my place, my face not even an inch away from hers. I don't know how it happened, who started it, or what, but before I know it, her lips are on mine and I'm shoving her body backwards into the shelf. - Aubrey Hart and Harry Styles, costars in the movie "Forbidden Connection", hate each other. On screen, they're happily in love and yearning for each other's touch. Outside of that, though, it's constant yelling and fighting between the two of them. There's never a second of peace. Harry goes too far with what he says and Aubrey claps back in an instant. They don't clash very well whatsoever. When they're offered a big paycheck for a PR relationship, will the forced closeness become a little too real? Will they start to grow an understanding for each other? It's like they all say... there's a fine line between love and hate. **MATURE CONTENT** HIGHEST RANKINGS #1 in enemiestolovers #1 in harrystyles #1 in louistomlinson #1 in zaynmalik #1 in liampayne STARTED JANUARY 2021 - COMPLETED JULY 2021

In which Harry attempts to take advantage of a sweet, innocent girl and is shocked to find out she is the complete opposite. Cover by @-PAPAYA Started 2016 Finished 2018

In which Rosalia, the schools most hated girl, finds herself discovering new emotions with her History tutor. Cover by: @-PAPAYA

Oh. Oh. Hoping I'm correctly reading his signals, I press my outstretched hand flat to the table and push myself to subtly lean forward so the edge of the wood is pressing into the bottom of my ribcage. His head nodding in encouragement, I tear my gaze from his to the gleaming red marble hanging from his consumingly mascunline hand. I tip my head to the side and lower my torso to almost parallel with the barrier between us. My eyes stay focused on their target, much too apprehensive to risk elsewhere. Tilting my head back, I allow my tongue to barely outrace my teeth when they come in contact with the fruit. Plucking it from the flimsy stem, I hear a muffled groan so deep and gravely it could have been a figment of my lecherous mind. Repositioning back into my previous stance in my seat, I dare a glimpse at the halcyon figure bursting moonbeams of dazzling stardust through my veins and down into the knotting bottom of my abdomen. One arm pressed down into his lap, the other still outstretched but now just laying on the surface of the wood. His head thrown to rest on the back of his chair, eyes closed and throat fully exposed save the few strands of hair curling down the sides and attempting to nuzzle beneath the open plackets of his shirt. "Holy fuck, cherry cheeks. Cherry lips. Cherry tart. Cherry gum. Shit." My racing heart beating in time with the cadence of his words. With the cadence of the ticking hands of the forgotten clock on the wall. Some things too powerful to relinquish attention to even time herself. -------------------------- The twisting and turning turmoil of love following two open-minded but closed-hearted individuals. TW on some parts. Mature Content. highest rank: •#40 in harrystylesfanfiction •#6 in eroda •#11 in kiwi •#7 in sweetcreature

The hall is still a little bit crowded but no one is paying attention to the girl with the crazy I-just-had-sex hair and no panties under her skirt. I can't believe what just happened and I never will. I had sex with the one and only Harry Styles. Highest rank: #1 in Fanfiction.

Purple was never kind to the ones in reality. ~ "Get out of here." The familiar boy told the redheaded girl, her heartrate rising with each erratic breath. "He never lets you leave." Purple struggled greatly with mixing blues and reds, ensuring their dye joined as one. Never were they allowed to function on their own. Never were they allowed as individual colors, nor were lighter shades of violet. There was either dark purple, or there was six o'clock. Trembling under the Blue lights, the Red peered over the boy's shoulder at the grandiose poster plastered on the wall. If she couldn't leave Wonderland, then she would watch it burn.

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.

Resolution is the story of when a chemical, strictly-physical relationship evolves into something so heart-wrenchingly real that Harry and Halle's worlds are changed forever. If you want to feel, really feel, read it. WARNING: Extremely explicit sexuality. Please only read if you are comfortable with mature content. All Rights Reserved to styleslegend, 2018 ©