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My neat whiskey sloshed as the glass clinked down in front of me, the bartender stepped away to another patron without another word. My eyes followed him as I tossed back the liquid until it's presence was lost from the glass and gained in my gut. 

My eyes followed him to see him leaning over the counter looking at You. 

Well, well, well. Who are You? 

Blonde hair grazed thin shoulders, green eyes that seemed as if they'd burrow a hole into any soul until they found their way into the heart and build a home inside their host's chest, plump pink lips that caressed each word that passed them, strong jaw that strengthened the voice that spilled out like song. 

You're quite queer, I'd thought I'd like to talk to You. 

...

WARNING: 

This story contains mature content that may disturbing for some readers. It contains depictions of heavy stalking, nonconsensual voyuerism, and a vehicular accident.All Rights Reserved

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Dark. by darkfic

“I can tell you’re going to be a challenge.” He almost growled. “I like that.” Harry smirked. He dipped his head, nudging mine to the side before I felt his lips press to the skin of my neck. The ends of his curly hair tickled at my cheek. Harry reluctantly released one of my arms so he could hold the back of my head, preventing me from escaping. I instantly placed my free hand on his chest in protest, attempting to push him away as I felt him harshly suck. “Harry.” I begged. I fisted the front of his t shirt between my fingers; the sharp pain intensified as his teeth grazed the skin. His breathy laugh fanned over the area as I desperately struggled against the male’s hold before he continued to draw blood to the surface. The sensation was somewhat eased with the attention of his soft lips. But Harry wouldn’t allow me that comfort for long, nipping hungrily at my neck with his teeth. I gasped when his tongue licked over the newly sensitive skin, planting a few kisses. He blew over the sloppy wet spot, igniting a chill through my entirety. Harry stepped back smirking as I yanked my arm from his large hand. My fingers drifted up to my neck, sucking in a sharp breath when I dabbed over the sore spot. I whimpered in fright as he drew closer. “You’re mine now.” He spoke in a hushed tone.

limerence (harry styles) by harrys_llama

you're caught between longing and fear, between the comfort of stability and the thrill of the unknown. you have a man that loves you-patiently, devotedly-but his love feels like a weight you can't surmount. then there's Harry, your supervisor, your mentor, and perhaps something else entirely. he dwells in your mind, in the moments where a glance feels like a confession, on your lips. you've been here before. at sixteen. naive, wrapped up in the words of a man who made you feel special, different, wanted. that love was supposed to be real, but instead, it left behind fractures that never quite healed. and now, as Harry moves in closer, you wonder-are you drawn to him because of who he is, or because of the past you've never really escaped? as your life begins to unravel, you cycle through guilt and desire, through self deception and dangerous truths. you know how this story ends, but you can't seem to stop yourself from writing it again.

Two Ghosts [h.s] by tpwksammyyy

"Harry." I glare. "Violet." He smirks. - He had those tempting green eyes patched with a smirk and she wore a glare with the sweetest heart. She was his smartass. His darling sunshine. They were both hiding secrets. They both wanted to disappear. When their paths cross one day, they do everything in their power to stay away from each other but somehow they physically couldn't. They craved each other. They needed each other on a deeper level that could be conceived. - "Come on, I'll drive you." He says while picking up his keys. "You don't have to-" "Beep, beep, trains leaving!" He grabs my hand, pulling me with him as my jaw drops. "That was childish." He smirks, "I'm your damn fucking taxi, baby." Staring back at me with a painted smirk, looking me up and down I shove his hips back. "No flirting, be cool." "I physically can't stop." - Harry tries to keep Violet away from the mafia but when she figures it out, Harry will do everything he can to protect her. A new mission sets the boys up to travel to their casinos while robbing competitors. With an enemy hot on their tail, they have to play their cards right or face the consequences. - Highest Rankings #1 in living #4 in gangs #1 in punk #12 in soft Harry #6 in daddy issues MATURE CONTENT

𝐏𝐈𝐄𝐑𝐂𝐄𝐃 // 𝐇.𝐒. by tpwkmila

in which joelle d'amore is completing her final semester of university in the grand city of los angeles, california. when she finds herself in the presence of harry styles, a piercing man with dangerous agendas, she is permeated with fear. she saw something she shouldn't have and now she's fucked. » He brushes my parted hair, tucking them behind my ears. I breathe in, surprised by the delicacy of his touch. Suddenly, I feel his thumbs trace underneath my jaw only to direct my head to tilt up. "Just because your fuck of a boyfriend couldn't appreciate you, doesn't mean nobody else would. If you think that, then you're full of shit." "I-I don't think that," I tell him and I can feel it getting harder to breathe in the elevator shaft. "Then what's the problem, angel?" He's asking, sliding his thumbs off my jaw to trail over my throat. I can feel his long fingers meet behind my neck. "Why are you comparing yourself to dolls for?" » [non-lowercase] This is a Harry Styles AU Fan Fiction with no ties to Harry Styles or the rest of the boys in One Direction. Story contains Mature and Explicit content. CONTENT WARNING: This story contains mentions and/or descriptions of abuse, alcohol, assault, domestic violence, drugs, mental illness, sex, violence, and vulgar language. » #1 in HARRYSTYLES #1 in HARRYEDWARDSTYLES #1 in HARRY #1 in FINE #1 in LINE #1 in FINELINE #1 in DARK #1 in SEATTLE #1 in 1D » started jan. 20, 2021 completed aug. 1, 2022

THE DEVIL IS A GENTLEMAN - H.S by 1800titz

*[REWRITING]* When Harry was twenty two, if a dangerously overconfident, time-hopping doppelgänger had pulled up in a freaky, rubber balaclava ('listen, mate' - hand on the shoulder and everything, like the reenactment of a cliché, time-honored rite of passage), and told him that in the very near future, his Friday nights would be indefinitely spent wearing a Greek moniker in the form of a fetishized allusion, that he'd be garbed by a latex mask to protect the sacred, fragile veil of secrecy- Well. He'd probably get a head start for padded walls and a straight jacket. Consider he was doing himself a favor with that one. But if he were told the same thing at twenty three, he'd probably choose to overlook the minor detail of reality imploding and sit back in his armchair, swirling his whiskey with excitement. Twenty three was an eventful year. He'd started casually enjoying whiskey after a long workday (honestly, a palate milestone in and of itself) and became enlightened on the fine art of tactically-applied suffering (and with it, gained a whole new appreciation for high-quality restraints). Because sometimes, a well-placed bruise and bliss just happened to go hand-in-hand. - OR the one in which there's a sex club, Greek stage names, an exploration of boundaries, an open house, a pair of dress shoes, and two evident sides to a very interesting man.

Iniquitous H.S by Jess_Hemmo96

"You know I can't just let you go." He says. "You have no choice" I weakly say with tears falling. "I'm not letting you go. I just can't allow you to leave me." He begins to walk over to me, I start to take steps back to create some distance. "You chose to do what you did." My voice cracks. "As much as I love you, I can't live with what you've done." _____________________________ I've always wondered who I was. I was born into a world where there was only one power. That power was demons. I was born on the day they took over. My whole life I've felt like I've never belonged. Like I was different from everyone around me. What I know now I realize why I felt like that. I'm finally learning who I am and see the world in a new light. It's all thanks to him. Harry Styles. __________________________ Top Rankings #1 in harrystylesfanfic- Aug 25th, 2019 #13 in harry styles- Feb 6th, 2019 #1 in harold- Jan 30th, 2019 #3 in good-vs-evil- Jan 29th, 2019 Started: Oct 20th, 2018 Completed: Aug 21st, 2019

Stall by MysteryMixtapes

*Story Contains Mature and Explicit Content* [COMPLETED] "Strangers in the dark can change your life in the light." "As I reach the front door I can't help the same question swimming around in my mind, what could possibly be on all of those tapes?" ----- Preview: "You wanna try and be my medicine Abby?" he asks with a deep testing tone, keeping his voice quiet. "I can try" I breathe out as I gulp when his grip tightens "Try me" His hand slides up my throat, his long fingers wrapping tight around my jaw "That's what you really want?" I nod, as I sigh out a shallow yes, and I see every muscle in his body tense, as he wets his lips; hoarsely murmuring his next sentence like its his last try at making me change my mind. "I'm dangerous Abby, this is your last chance, tried to warn you" My stomach twists and knots, as I use every ounce of bravery I have. "Prove it then" ----- Book Started : DEC 2018 - COMPLETED MAY 2019

My Strange Neighbor *Completed* by 1DFan86

*Caution* SEXUAL CONTENT "So what do you need help with?" Harry asks. "I was lying I don't have homework just leave now." I demand. "No. And if you don't have homework.. Why don't I help you turn that groan of yours into a moan." He says and then comes close and whispers into my ear, "But remember you got to keep it down.. You parents will hear." "You are so rude." I say stepping away from him. "Oh am I?" He asks. "Yes you are. Leave my room. I don't feel comfortable with you in here." I tell him. He steps closer and closer to me as I step back. I reach the wall and look him dead in the eyes. "Well.. Babe.. You can't make me leave." He says. "Don't call me babe." I say. "Sorry babe." He smirks. I just give him the death glare. He leans in and I immediately know what he is doing. "Get away from me!" I say putting my hand on his lips pushing his head away from me. He chuckles, "Now now babe." "Don't now now babe me." I sass him. "Being sassy are we?" He asks. "Yes. I am." I say. "Well.. I suppose we will continue this later.. I would rather make you wet when your not sassing me." He says smirking. "Your not making me wet!" I say to him. "Well babe.. When I kiss you so rough and nibble on your sweet spot to make you moan my name. And when I feel you up and massage your boobs.. I guarantee you'll be wet. And after my first thrust of me going into you.. You will orgasm. If not I will go harder and rougher till you scream my name and have the biggest orgasm you'll ever experience." He whispers into my ear. That sent shivers right down my body. Ok maybe I'm a little wet now.

First (H.S.) by kindastupidkindanot

(COMPLETED!) (EDITED!) We always do almost everything together. But after that incident 5 years ago, I've never saw him ever again. Hell I don't think he even knows if I'm still alive or not. I tried to contact him after I've recovered from coma and being temporary muted, But no matter how hard I do he's out of reach now. I always watch him on YouTube and use my brother's phone to know how he is. He seems fine I guess, He looks so happy with his life now. But what pains me is the fact that he's still wearing that necklace until now. Maybe he still remembers me? Or maybe not. I guess he believes that I am already dead. --- (a/n): You must have a mature understanding before you read this. I'm warning you all... :P TRIGGER WARNING THO THIS STORY IS ABOUT PHYSICAL MENTAL AND EMOTIONALLY UNSTABLE PLEASE DO KNOW THIS STORY'S INTENTION IS TO RAISE AWARENESS AND NOT TO COST FURTHERMORE DAMAGE AD BASE FROM PERSONAL PREFERENCE THANK YOU this is my first book so spare with me. *MATURE! I repeat, MATURE! (but poorly written.)*

What am I by RK_Anne

**Warning: Story contains a bit of smut & its fair share of bad language** ˜She sat there looking at her hands, a frown tugging at her brows as she thought about what to say next. There are things in this world I wish didn't exist ¦myself included. I was just about to ask her what she meant by that when a loud crackling sounded from under her shirt. Her shoulders pulled back and rounded as if trying to break away from the rest of her body. "Harry, move back!" Her pain filled scream echoed throughout the small room. I did as I was told just in time to see her skin begin to redden and shake. I looked into her eyes...they...they were glowing. How can you tell the truth from a lie? How do you know who you can trust? What would you do to keep yourself safe? What would you give up to keep those you love safe? Safe from the creature after you but also...safe from you. ©2013 R.K. Anne. All Rights Reserved

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“I can tell you’re going to be a challenge.” He almost growled. “I like that.” Harry smirked. He dipped his head, nudging mine to the side before I felt his lips press to the skin of my neck. The ends of his curly hair tickled at my cheek. Harry reluctantly released one of my arms so he could hold the back of my head, preventing me from escaping. I instantly placed my free hand on his chest in protest, attempting to push him away as I felt him harshly suck. “Harry.” I begged. I fisted the front of his t shirt between my fingers; the sharp pain intensified as his teeth grazed the skin. His breathy laugh fanned over the area as I desperately struggled against the male’s hold before he continued to draw blood to the surface. The sensation was somewhat eased with the attention of his soft lips. But Harry wouldn’t allow me that comfort for long, nipping hungrily at my neck with his teeth. I gasped when his tongue licked over the newly sensitive skin, planting a few kisses. He blew over the sloppy wet spot, igniting a chill through my entirety. Harry stepped back smirking as I yanked my arm from his large hand. My fingers drifted up to my neck, sucking in a sharp breath when I dabbed over the sore spot. I whimpered in fright as he drew closer. “You’re mine now.” He spoke in a hushed tone.