Guns [Harry Styles]

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Who knew that he would fall in love with the person he kidnapped?
And who knew that the person he loved would cause so much trouble?


- Credits to StylesRiver for the cover -All Rights Reserved

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He extends his hand out for me to shake. "I'm Harry Styles by the way." I almost laugh. Like I already didn't know that. Instead, I slide my sunglasses onto my head and grasp his calloused hand in a firm handshake. "I'm Y/N. Nice to meet you." ••• Killing people (bad people according to the agency you work for) is something you have been doing for a long time. Sure, it doesn't get better the more you do it, but you find ways to suppress those feelings. Especially when you're assigned a new target, Harry Styles. The objective is to kill him, you never expected to fall in love with him. Your heart was never supposed to be a casualty.

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{completed} "I want to go home." I plead. "Do you? Because Lydia, I will take you home myself if that's what you want." He says lowly. I knit my brows together in confusion. He takes another step toward me. "But, don't you remember? There's people out there, Lydia." He steps right up to me and tucks a piece of my hair behind my ear. "People who want to hurt you." he continues. I feel tears well up in my eyes as I let out a sharp exhale. Harry leans down so that his lips are right next to my ear and I tremble in pure terror. "And this time..." I feel him speak against my ear. "I won't be there to save you." he whispers darkly. -- ~crumble ; verb -to break apart into small fragments especially over a period of time due to deterioration. ~ loving him meant risking everything. he was trouble and she knew it... but it was so hard to stay away. Harry Styles is a criminal. He has criminal friends and lives a criminal lifestyle. Lydia White has been a good girl her whole life. A twist of fate causes the two of them to meet. Lydia falls for Harry but soon discovers who he is. Now, he has enemies out to get him...and her.

Why I Hate Harry Styles // Harry Styles by bow2702

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Lost in The City // H.S. by somewhere_cal

Getting accepted into an amazing photography program is Anna's dream, the fact that the program is in London is even better. But life is never that simple. Dealing with family issues and starting over in a new country Anna meets smug yet intoxicating Harry with his own set of issues. With new friendships and a new life Anna does her best to stay clear of the drama that suddenly seems to follow her. Including the tall British guy covered in tattoos with piercing green eyes and the worlds most intoxicating smirk. Who she just can't seem to get rid of. (BOOK ONE - LOST SERIES) "You like old shit huh?" A deep voice startles me, making me flinch slightly at the closeness of it. The voice came from behind me and I recognize it immediately. My body is suddenly frozen in place as I try to figure out if it's acceptable for me to ignore him till he goes away. I can smell his cologne and feel him standing far too close behind me looking over my shoulder at the cameras in the case in front of me. I swear this guy doesn't understand personal space. "Actually, I just like cameras," I correct him with a sassy tone staring up at him. He doesn't break our steady eye contact but what surprises me is neither do I. It's like I can't look away. (Harry Styles AU Story) *Contains some Mature Language and Sexual Content ℍ𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕖𝕤𝕥 ℝ𝕒𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤 #1 harrystyles #1 Styles #1 onedirection #1 Stylesfanfic #1 Harrystylesau #1 Fallinginlove #3 Harrystylesfanfiction All work is completely fictional and my own, please do not copy or plagiarize! Thank you! (Completed 05/17/20)

I lowered myself to my knees, biting my lip softly as I felt him walk up behind me. He brought his arm around me, his hand wrapping around the left side of my jawline, moving against it to the right. It took everything in me not to bite his arm as it passed in front of me. He stopped his hand right under my chin, his thumb pressing softly on my lower lip until my mouth hung open slightly. "Suck it." He said, his voice thick with lust. I took his thumb in my mouth, sucking it softly. With his other hand, he brought my face back against him, wrapping it tightly around my neck, "Good girl." He said, his green eyes barring down at me. His shirt hung open, the dark ink engraving his body illuminated by the small light in the room. His butterfly tattoo moving with his breath. "You remember the safe word?" He said sternly, and I nodded. "I need to hear you." He said, the grip around my neck slightly tighter. I released his thumb from my mouth, licking my lips, "Yes, sir." He smirked at me, his dimples devilishly appearing on his face as he bent down and kissed me deeply. - Harry Styles walks into an LA bar when Carolina Townes instantly captures his eye. From her sassy smug personality, to her free spirit, he becomes completely enamored. But can he grow past his dark ways, to fully appreciate her the way she wants to be. STORY WILL CONTAIN: Sexual content and drugs.

"You," I repeated, jabbing a finger in his direction. "You're...you're the problem. You're-ugh!" I groaned, dropping my head into my hands, the room spinning just enough to make me feel unmoored. Harry's expression shifted again, the teasing edge fading as he studied me. For a moment, I thought he might say something serious, something that would make this messy knot of emotions worse. But instead, he leaned back, the smirk returning as he reached for his drink. "If I'm the problem, Blossom, then maybe you're the solution." // Blossom is the young journalist by day but deadly killer by night. The first person to hide her true self. On the outside she is the most typical and normal girl you could ever see on the streets, but if you cross her path, she kills and never forgets. Harry is the most charming man that walked on Earth. But he doesn't trust anyone. What happens when they meet at work and their secrets intertwine?

Harry Styles is a photographer. He travels far and wide, taking pictures of scenery and people. But, he has a very dark secret. He's a serial killer. Harry Styles has killed a small bunch of people. Each one connected to one of his jobs. But, surprisingly, he hasn't been caught. At least, not yet. So, what happens when he's set to photograph a trio boyband named One Direction? Will he try to kill them? © Copyright. 2015 iSingStyles. All Rights Reserved.

Love. War. Lies. Nothing stays buried. Emersyn escaped once. But freedom comes with scars, and the past has a way of bleeding through the cracks. As secrets unravel and loyalties fracture, she's forced to decide who she can trust in a world built on betrayal. And Harry Styles, the only person who felt like safety, might be the one who costs her everything. When it comes down to him or her, survival or sacrifice, she knows one thing: She's not making the wrong choice this time. * "Then help me understand." The room tilts. My breath is ragged, his face too close, that quiet demand pulling the ground out from under me. Neither of us moves. There's an inch between us that feels like a cliff edge, almost like one wrong step will send us both over. "I hate you," I whisper, the words tasting like blood and truth. His jaw tightens, and his eyes drag over my face like he's memorizing every line, every crack I swore I'd never let him see. The silence stretches thin; my pulse is hammering so loud it drowns out the world. "Good," he mutters finally, voice rough. **** Started: 1/14/2025 Ended: TBD **** (Cover credit @antiheroics16)

***completed*** NOW PUBLISHED ON AMAZON Harry Styles. The strange one. The freak. The one who was too kind for his own good, trapped in a world where his job was to bring people pain. Sophia 'Spice' Winters. The dancer. The stripper. The one who who trapped in a world where her job was to provide men with nothing but pleasure. -- "What don't you understand?" Harry seethed, his hands gripping the roots of his hair. "I'm not the good guy here, Sophia. I'm bad, everything about me is fucking bad." Harry looked as if he was about to rip his hair out, his wild eyes shinning with madness. He looked unhinged, raw and angry. It should of frightened me. That look alone should of been enough to send me running. He didn't look like the shy man I first met. He looked...crazy. His fingers were coated in red, stained with the blood of another. He didn't seem to care though. "If I was you Sophia, I would run away. Run as far away as you possibly can, because I promise you...An evil part of me won't let you go, and I hate myself for that. I want you to run away, to a place that I can't ever find you. You'll be safe that way."

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He extends his hand out for me to shake. "I'm Harry Styles by the way." I almost laugh. Like I already didn't know that. Instead, I slide my sunglasses onto my head and grasp his calloused hand in a firm handshake. "I'm Y/N. Nice to meet you." ••• Killing people (bad people according to the agency you work for) is something you have been doing for a long time. Sure, it doesn't get better the more you do it, but you find ways to suppress those feelings. Especially when you're assigned a new target, Harry Styles. The objective is to kill him, you never expected to fall in love with him. Your heart was never supposed to be a casualty.

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