* MATURE CONTENT * Iris White: a model pushing through her dreams in New York, She'll do anything for anyone. Even her enemies. But nothing for herself. Harry styles: Singer, sex symbol, arrogant. Did I say, narcissist? Hates everyone and everything, he drowns himself out with drugs and alcohol. He does everything for himself. When Iris crosses Harry's path at an event, he's the performing artist, the gentleman facade he puts on fools her. Does her crossing his paths lead to the worst decision she's ever made... or her best? A drunken, drugged up hookup leads to a tie between them, a child, at the prime of their careers, will it destroy them or create them? #8 IN #HARRYSTYLES

Distractions. I had her wrapped around my finger, and I was equally wrapped around hers. *** I loved you both Key word 'loved' You both ruined me Now you'll have to live with the consequences Neither of you will like this ending One of you wont live to see it *** "Harry, we can't." I whispered as his hand began to creep its way up my short dress. I could feel the cold metal of his rings on my inner thighs. "What if they turn around." I shifted my eyes to my two best friends in the front seat of the car. He lowered his lips to the curve of my neck, lightly sucking at the sensitive skin. Then trailing his lips to my ear without losing contact. "You'll just have to keep quiet then baby." His whisper instantly sent chills down my spine. His large hands now tugging at the waistband of my panties. ~~~ MATURE CONTENT ~ VULGAR LANGUAGE/MURDER/DRUGS ABUSE/SEXUAL CONTENT/MENTAL HEALTH ~~~ started - 12/5/20 finished - TBD *HIGHEST RANKS* #1 in wattpad - 1/25/21 #10 in harrystyles - 2/1/21 #15 in harry - 2/15/21

"My god, I have never had a one night stand before" I mumbled to myself not expecting the man to hear me. "What was that?" "Did we, you know, do it last night?" "Well it sure does look like it love." He rolls his eyes at me and lays back down burying his head in his pillow. "Alright don't need to be a dick about it" "Can you please leave now. I'm tired and the boys should be here any minute" "So you're just gonna rail me then kick me out right after?" "That's exactly what I'm going to do unless you're down for a round two" he smirks ........ Elizabeth May Johnson is a twenty year old aspiring singer just trying to chase her dream. It isn't until she signs a contract with her manager Simon and he tells her she will be the opening act for a Group of boys who are a lot more than just pretty faces TRIGGER WARNING: SEXUAL CONTENT, TALK OF RAPE AND ABUSE, DRUGS AND ALCOHOL, AND SELF HARM!

Nicole Jackson is a 24 year old waitress at The Star Cafè. She ran away from her abusive parents from California to New York in search for a better life. She hopes to find peace and happiness in the new city. Dante Moretti is a 27 Mafia king. He is known for killing anything or anyone who even thinks of looking his way which is why many people tend to avoid his presence as a whole. He only cares for his family and close friends. Uses women as toys and sees no use in respecting them since it's either they want him because of his looks and money. Deep inside all of that hard exterior he carries, he wishes to find his Queen. He finally meets a curvy yet small girl with curly hair at his Club. Will she be his future Mafia Queen? Why don't you find out [Still to be edited]

"People who disagree with me don't end up feeling very well, darling." He smirks at the end, noticing my slight shaking. Why does he keep smirking like that? "I- I didn't mean it in a bad way, I was just stating what I thought of too." I may think he was wrong, but he's still a guy and I don't have my taser. He looks at me, still staring into my brown eyes. "Well, what you thought was wrong. Don't step in when I'm talking, making yourself look smart in front of everyone, nerd." --------------------------------------------------- Luella Jones is your typical senior girl in highschool, ready to move out whenever she gets the chance to. But as soon as she meets Harry Styles, she questions what her life was once. Fighting off this unfair world together, they learn the true essence of living.

Miami, 1997. Sunny skies and bright lights Sad vibes and dark nights Crashing In perfect synchrony *** she found the colors to paint him where the world had left him gray (a t t i cu s) *** Mature and explicit content. Read it at your own risk.

*THIS STORY IS ON HOLD UNTIL FURTHER NOTICE! i'm currently writing other stuff while editing this story!!* *18+ Story Contains Mature Content* "Just as a snake sheds its skin, we must shed our pasts over and over again" - Preview: "Callen seriously where were you?" I scoff and roll my eyes, "You really think you're in the place to ask fucking questions right now?" I snap my head towards him and he sits there calm still, probably expecting my outburst. "You were gone for hours, why wouldn't I ask?" he asks again, keeping his voice low. I glance around the place and it looks like he's already made himself something to eat. "Like you actually care why I was gone" I say sarcastically while holding the cigarette in between my lips, reaching down to unzip my boots and take them off. "You know what I fucking hate Harry?" It's silent for a second until I look back at him, and he nervously replies with a 'what'. I take my jacket off and reach down to the holster in my pants, taking out one of the knives that he gave to me. I set it on the counter and look at him, "I hate when people lie to me. Do you want to know why I hate people lying to me?" It's kind of a rhetorical question, but if he can't see how mad I am then that's his problem. - ONGOING: DECEMBER 2020 - HIGHEST RANKINGS #2 in analysis #27 in harry #1 in analyzing #1 in hs #1 in behaviour #4 writing

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.

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When fire meets gasoline everyone should run away. Carmen Amor is a bubbly psychopath who'd slit your throat without batting an eye. Hides behind her scandalous day job and dark jokes, what's beneath the corset? Harry Styles is an arrogant asshole who'd lure you in with his mesmerizing gaze and then put a bullet between your eyeballs. Hides behind his glare and sarcasm, what's inside his brain? What happens when these two tortured souls come together? ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ "You understand that you are a gorgeous, incredible, perfect woman yeah?" "Yes. " "Good, keep that in mind when I fuck you like a whore." ALL RIGHTS RESERVED If you would like to translate my story simply DM me. ON HOLD STARTED DEC 22, 2020-