[MATURE/EXPLICIT CONTENT] I'm fucked. Like genuinely, properly, jaw-clenchingly fucked. She's in my head. Way too deep. Like I've just been rewired or some shit and now every time I blink I see her eyes: one lighter than the other, both shining like she's already figured out the ending to the story and is just waiting for me to catch up. It's like she was made for me. Like someone carved her out of fire and velvet and chaos and said: Here. This one. She's yours. It's fucking overwhelming. But she's mine. And God help whoever fucking forgets that. __ "Mine," I mutter. "Every inch of you." My hand slides up her throat, thumb brushing her jaw. "That mouth? Mine. That body? Mine. That attitude? Mine." I lean in, lips to her ear. "Say it, Carmen." She shivers. "I'm yours." "Damn right you are." (18+ preferred)

~Close your eyes and picture the warmth of the sun on your skin... that's how being loved by her felt~ Harry Styles is a nepotism baby turned new father, left clueless with a newborn baby to raise, he is overwhelmed and under pressure. Matters are only made worse when his conservative, opinionated and by the book parents decide to come to town for the month. Harry must figure out a way to convince them that his son has a mother figure and he is in a stable relationship. Struggling single mother of twins, Sunday Jones, finds herself unable to say no to his offer... Playing the role of Harry's wife for a month in return for Harry to buy her a small place for her and her little girls. The only problem is, Sunday's contagious optimism annoys Harry and she can't stand his grumpy facade. Lies, loyalties, liberation and love. Will they make it to the end of the game?

"It's in your blood baby, go on then, show me you're more than just daddy's little girl." He taunts in my ear as he walks around me like a predator trapping its prey. Secrets are only good for so long. How many secrets can one keep before they all become too much? Aurora is a 22 year old girl from Malibu who's life seemed normal, until it wasn't. With secrets piling up, will she be able to handle them all, or will it all be too much? *This story contains mature and explicit content* *No affiliation with Harry or Niall, just a face and name* No translations or interpretations without approval *COMPLETE*

How you gonna say that? Take it all back. Fuckin' with my head will make my heart attack. - When Jasey Foster agrees to join her father, owner of Foster Music Management, on tour with punk band, Pretty Venom, she finds herself fighting her morals and struggling to make sense of the world around her. Niall Horan, lead guitarist in the band, faces his own struggles finding himself in the world after having to escape the life he created for himself back home. His rockstar nights are followed by hungover and dreadful days as he searches for motivation in his clouded mind. "Do I make you nervous, Jasey?" he asks, looking down to me as he takes a step closer, awaiting the answer. I step backwards from him, shaking my head. He takes another step to me. "Use your words, Jasey." I finally step towards him, raising my head to face his. "Why would you make me nervous? Why would I waste my time worrying about a rude, entitled, selfish musician who has to have his friends save him from every mistake he makes? It's no wonder you had to leave Ireland. You probably couldn't own up to your poor decisions and now that you have three people who will cover your ass from any conflict you walk into, you don't care about your recklessness because you know there will be someone to clean up the messes you make." His lips slowly turn to a grin. "There she is. Keep going. " - HIGHEST RANKINGS: #1 Niall Horan AU #1 Literature #1 Writing #2 Niall #62 Niall Horan #1 Niall Horan Fanfi #1 Band #1 One Direction STARTED MARCH 2021 ENDED JULY 2022

"You're killing me Angel" and you don't even know the half of it. She straddles my lap, keeping her soft brown eyes on me. Her lips curl into a smile. This time she's looking down at me. Which is a new scene for me and I cannot take my eyes off of her. "Aww, am I?" she asks tauntingly. I wish I had more time with her. I'm in way too deep now. I don't know how the fuck I'm supposed to get out of this one. Or what I'm supposed to do. Except enjoy the time I have with her now, Right? "Why don't you tell me about it?" she says, face inches away from mine. Fuck. ***** 18+ (preferably) , slow-ish burn

all he had was a pen and his heart - even that was broken in two. (harry styles fanfiction)

TREASURE SERIES (1/3) Brinna Harper; a twenty-three year old publicist's assistant with too much fear and not enough self control. After working her way out of an abusive household, Brinna struggles to cope with her need for harmless fun. But even a few harmless thrills add up. When she happens to stumble into a new Las Vegas night club, all morals and responsibilities crumble to the ground. There, she finds a new harmless thrill, one who goes by the name of Harry. *** "But you never crave a drug? Or alcohol? You don't run from your obligations to get a fix, right?" He softens his brows. "That doesn't mean I'm not addicted to it, I keep going back." He sighs, eyes flicking between my own. "I hate to break it to you, but that's called being in your twenties, Brinna." I pout at his roundabout way of calling my worries ridiculous. "That's how addiction starts, I like it so much that I keep coming back for more until eventually I get hooked." "Not everyone gets addicted. Your parents went through something horrible and found comfort in something they shouldn't have. You smoke a little weed and make out with your friend. There's a big difference," he says bluntly. ***

Bloodletter. Everyone knows the name, but few know the man behind it. He's the most ruthless fighter in a local underground fight club, nicknamed for how often he makes his opponents bleed. When Zara Clark, an ambitious writer for her college newspaper, gets assigned the fighter as her next featured piece-nothing will stop her from getting her story. Especially not the cold, arrogant, closed-off man himself. The unexpected connection she feels to him when they finally meet throws her for a loop and she embarks on the wildest ride of her life, as she begins to uncover and unravel the man beneath the legend-Harry Styles. **This story contains strong sexual content and mature themes throughout. Reader's discretion is advised.** Started: March 2020 Finished: July 2021

It's been a while since I've last seen him, and just the mere mention of this man's presence makes the blood in my veins sing. I can almost hear his voice calling my name. "Aurelia...." he'd slowly drag, his tongue licking his lips each time before pulling into a sinful smirk. "My muse...you have complete control of me, you know that, don't you?" I shudder at the memory, recalling the intensity of his green gaze. He'd always call me his muse, his inspiration. His golden girl. My mouth runs dry. I want nothing to do with this man; so why is it that my body disobeys me? Why is it that goosebumps rise on my skin at the thought of seeing him again? *mature and explicit content*

She was the girl - vintage fur coat, gold sunglasses, a drink in one hand and destruction in the other. Inez Monroe doesn't chase fame. She was born into it. French model, tabloid obsession, and the kind of party girl who dances barefoot on yachts and never texts back. She's chaos in red lipstick - and Harry notices her the second she walks into that New York afterparty. She leaves before he can speak to her. But when he sees her again - glitter-smeared, high, laughing with someone who doesn't deserve her - he steps in. He doesn't know it yet, but that night will change everything. Before the solo music. Before the headlines. Before the heartbreak. She becomes his muse. He becomes her escape. What starts as desire spirals into something deeper, darker, and far more dangerous to feel. Love - in hotel rooms, in lyrics, in late-night corner shops and quiet journal pages - until the world pulls them apart. Years later, he's the biggest name in music. And she's the one girl he never forgot.