"If kissing me shows how much you hate me, then hate me baby, loathe me, detest me." From sibling rivalry, to an enemy to all, Harry Styles is a manipulating and selfish, rich kid and a trained boxer with more enemies than anyone could ever imagine. Constantly getting into trouble and breaking hearts left and right, Harry is incapable of loving anything or anyone, including his own flesh and blood. Hazel on the other hand, is a young dancer and medical student, which goals and a perfectly planned future. But things take a quick turn when Harry begins to feel alone and his money threatened. He makes Hazel is next victim, but what happens when the life of someone is at risk? TRAILER: https://youtu.be/HFXPIqajQpg

I never understood why he ripped his jeans. Don't trust a boy who rips his jeans. He somehow manages to rip up everything else, everything that matters anyway. He said that everybody and everything rips eventually, so why not speed up the process? I didn't know what to say. His mind was complex is ways I could never fathom. He said I was too pretty to rip up but he did it anyway. He did it anyway.

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[COMPLETED] 18+⚠️: Contains mature and sexual content // enemies to lovers "I hate you." I repeated as I continued to walk toward her, causing her to touch the closed refrigerator with her back as she backed away. "I hate you so much that sometimes I can't think of anything else." I positioned my hands to the left and right of her head against the fridge, thus not giving her a chance to leave, but I know she didn't even want to, she's too curious. "I hate you too." she whispered back without hesitation and her hot breath hit my face. "I hate you so much it already hurts." **** Ashley Scott works at a special and top secret part of the CIA. Her task is to neutralize the most dangerous people in the world. It is unnecessary to mention how good she is at her job because her success speaks for itself. The people on the CIA's red list are the most wanted criminals. Every intelligence agency in the world is looking for them. And Harry Styles is one of the names on the list. He and his notorious gang 'Falling' are known for disappearing without a trace and suddenly reappearing. However, this always has consequences that lead to innocent people having to pay with their lives. Is it possible to kill a famous gang leader? And what is the worst thing that can happen when two people meet who hate each other's guts? Especially when they have to work together against their will to survive and to unravel a mystery.... **** ⚠️Warning⚠️ THIS STORY CONTAINS VULGARE LANGUAGE, KINKS, SEXUAL CONTENT, DRUG ABUSE AND INTENSE VIOLENCE /// Read at your own risk #2 in harrystylesfanfic #7 in harrystyles #1 in niallhoran #1 in zaynmalik {started: December 25, 2020 ; finished: November 30, 2021}

[on going] What if one boy could flip your whole world around in just a matter of weeks? [first posted July 2, 2013] I'm baaacckkk and we are finishing this story. Rewrite also potentially coming... (Jan 10, 2025 return)

I knew she was in trouble. I knew her life was nothing, but a train-wreck; A distaster waiting to explode. I knew she was in agony and I knew her soul consisted of haunting memories and malicious dreams of a man who once brought her immense torture. I knew she was hurting and that falling for her was the last thing I needed on my plate. But with each everlasting glance and with each passionate kiss, my heart never beat the same. Her essence was craved by my longing soul and nothing, even a psycho ex-boyfriend, could cease me from drowning in her eternal love. Every inch of my body flooded with lust for her touch. Every thought swarming around my head ached for her never ending affection. Every move and every word spoken involved the cherishing infatuation of her presence. I knew I would go through hell and back to make her mine and only mine. I wanted her. I needed her. I suspired nothing more than her latency and her body against mine. This was My Moment.

Ongoing story of Rylee Eversteen and Harry Styles.

People always say partying and experiencing the night life is fun. Dancing, making out, drinking... It's all fun but when I went clubbing with my college friends on a Thursday night I did not expect it to end in such a disaster. A drug dealer, a dangerous game and a life that has to be protected... THIS IS 100% MY STORY! I do not allow any copies or translations! !!! TW: story contains mature and explicit content. If you're not comfortable reading that, please don't do it. *The whole story is a fiction. All names, characters, places, incidents, actions and plots are either made up by the author's imagination or used fictitiously.*

"You're too good for me Sunshine." His voice deep and low as he whispers just enough for me to hear into my ear. "I'm not, I can be just as bad as you." My voice wretched in my own ears and my cheeks burn with embarrassment. He leans closer to my face now, his pupils taking up nearly his entire iris and he looks down at me with a malicious smile. We both knew I would never be as bad as him. His fingers reaching out just slightly and skimming across the soft skin of my neck and retreating just as I shudder under his touch. Harry smirks knowingly, "You're sounding desperate now Jules.. can you tempt me?" He leans back in his chair and stretches his legs out patting his lap almost calling for me now. "I- I can try." My voice wavers through my own ears and I know I'll regret this in the morning. Before I could move Harry's sitting up with quick movements and grabbing at my jaw pulling me directly between his legs. "My sunshine, my temptress you are." Juliet Flores was not expecting college to be filled with complete and utter chaos, she was running from the skeletons in her own closet... now how did she end up dancing with the ones in Harry's. Hate is a strong word... not strong enough to describe the relationship between the two though, not strong at all. //Trepidation; a feeling of fear or agitation about something that may happen.// CONTAINS MATURE CONTENT #20 in Dark Harry #4 in Dramatic Started April 1st 2021

"Darlene, I want you to fuck me like you hate me" Harry pushes, taking a step closer. "I do hate you" I spit back angrily crossing my arms. God I hate him, but I hate myself even more for being affected by him right now. I hate that my mind has already began flashing images in my head. I hate how worked up he's got me in just a minute, simply from his words. "Show me" He urges, his eyes looking cynical. But most of all, I fucking hate that after everything he's done, I'm still going to fuck him. -- Darlene can't stand Harry almost as much as she can't stand their job as lifeguards, but he has made it his personal mission to get her attention even if it means annoying the hell out of her. No matter how hard she tries to push him away, he always seems to come right back. As much as she'd hate to admit it, he got under her skin and now she can't get him out, no matter how much he may drive her insane. ------- SEXUAL/MATURE CONTENT ------- Best Rankings: #1 in pool #1in darkharrystyles #1 in onedirectionfanfiction #5 in lifeguard #8 in fanfictiononedirection #4 in summer #1 in NiallHoran #16 in harry #25 in onedirection #3 in Harrystylesfanfiction