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I cupped her face in my hands, rubbing my thumbs in circles over her cheeks. She was having trouble finding words to describe what she felt, and I could relate. I loved her more than words could describe and telling her I loved her was almost an insult to my true feelings for her. My heart ached at just the thought of her not being with me. I honestly don't know what I would have done with myself if I had never went to that stupid party and met her. But, I have a feeling, we would have found each other, eventually. This love's too strong to ignore forever. Both of us had pieces of us missing, that neither of us were aware of until we met. We were like two puzzle pieces that finally connected. "I love you," I whispered, leaning my forehead against hers. "I love you more," she replied in a small whisper, her hand reaching up to caress my cheek while the other rested on my thigh. I shook my head, annoyed and charmed by the audacity she had to think that she could possibly love me more. "I love you most," I persisted, causing her head to moved away from mine as she looked into my eyes. "Always?" She questioned, her eyes unreadable for a moment before a flash of fear passed through. "Forever," I assured her and meaning it. We could live an entire lifetime or for eternity, and my love for her would never fade. It would only grow. There was nothing in this world that would ever change the way I loved her. My, Katarina.

[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}

• WARNING: This story contains sexual content and vulgar language. • Your first love. Everyone has had them, still has them or will have them. Your first love is the first person you truly and deeply fall in love with. Your first love is the person you share your firsts with. Your first kiss that's a true act of love and not an impulse. Your first time with a person you actually love, and not just because you're horny. Having your first kiss given by your first love, is the best thing that can ever happen. Having your virginity taken away by your first love, is the most magical thing in this world. Your first real relationship being your first love, is something literally impossible never forget. You can never forget your first love. They will always stay with you. No matter how long you've been apart, or how bad the relationship ended. They will always pop up in your mind when you see something that reminds you of them. When someone asks you how old you were when you had your first real relationship. They will always stay by your side. That's the same thing with Olivia Tomlinson and Harry Styles in this story. The relationship starts, and it's all cute and fun. The honeymoon phase. The best phase in a relationship. When Olivia and Harry are together for a longer time, they start noticing things that are annoying to each other. They start to argue more. What if it turns into a toxic relationship? A toxic relationship and also an on and off relationship? What if they just can't leave each other alone? What if they realize it's impossible to get over each other, no matter how toxic the relationship was?

I hate her, I hate her, I fucking hate her. If she died right now, I wouldn't care. My main concern would be how I would get my money for this stunt. I have not an ounce of a feeling for this girl in front of me, yet I can't move under her angry gaze. I wouldn't dare. "Fuck you." I whisper out a pitiful insult to get the last word. "Fuck you." She replies just as quietly, taking a deep inhale as she holds our eye contact. She grinds her jaw as she stays looking at me, eyes scanning over my face with a huff. I hold my same scowl, still not backing away from her. I'm stuck in my place, my face not even an inch away from hers. I don't know how it happened, who started it, or what, but before I know it, her lips are on mine and I'm shoving her body backwards into the shelf. - Aubrey Hart and Harry Styles, costars in the movie "Forbidden Connection", hate each other. On screen, they're happily in love and yearning for each other's touch. Outside of that, though, it's constant yelling and fighting between the two of them. There's never a second of peace. Harry goes too far with what he says and Aubrey claps back in an instant. They don't clash very well whatsoever. When they're offered a big paycheck for a PR relationship, will the forced closeness become a little too real? Will they start to grow an understanding for each other? It's like they all say... there's a fine line between love and hate. **MATURE CONTENT** HIGHEST RANKINGS #1 in enemiestolovers #1 in harrystyles #1 in louistomlinson #1 in zaynmalik #1 in liampayne STARTED JANUARY 2021 - COMPLETED JULY 2021

Y/n Y/l/n, a 21 year old, successful singer, disappeared for two years without anyone knowing the reason. She had to keep it a secret, she wanted it to keep it a secret, because if she didn't she would have hurt him more than she did shortly before she was gone. But now she suddenly was back... What was going to happen, now that she was back? She didn't even know it herself, the only thing she knew was that she was back. Ready or not, she couldn't change it anymore.

18+ / Very Mature "So you've been stalking me?" "Completely." I laugh at his candor and I watch as his eyes light up, "I applaud your honesty." "Why thank you." He responds with mock bashfulness. I pause for a second before I speak again, "I've noticed you too." "Yeah?" He asks with wide eyes and a pleased smile. I'm surprised by his surprise. He comes off as so confident, yet here he is, shocked that I could've been looking at him too. "Yeah." I bite my lip as the urge to touch his beautiful body increases, "But you've always been taken." "I bet none of those girls would feel as good as you." His voice comes out in a low whisper completely catching my insides on fire. "You're right, they don't." I state with no hesitance. There's no doubt in my body that I couldn't pleasure this boy better than any girl he's been with.

Harry's pov: Most people enter my world with either fear or greed in their eyes. Tara? She's different. She doesn't shy away, but she doesn't try to impress me either. She watches, quiet and calculating, as if she's piecing together a puzzle no one else sees. There's a quiet confidence in the way she carries herself, not loud or showy, but steady-like she knows exactly who she is, even if she's not entirely sure of her place here. I've spent years reading people, knowing their moves before they make them. But Tara keeps me guessing. She's not naive-I can see it in her guarded glances-but there's a softness there, a vulnerability she tries to mask with calm composure. She's careful with her words, but when she speaks, she doesn't back down. It's rare to find someone who doesn't flinch under the weight of my name or the shadows I cast, but Tara holds her ground, and that intrigues me more than I'd like to admit. She doesn't belong in this world-not my world. I should leave her to find her way out, let her slip through the cracks before she gets caught in something she can't handle. But the way she looks at me, with curiosity rather than fear, makes it impossible to turn away. She's not a threat, not a challenge-at least not yet. But she's here now, and something about her makes me want to see what happens next.

[COMPLETED] Esmereld Payne, better known as Emera or Esme, has always been a rebellious young woman. She doesn't take shit from anyone and will put someone in their place that disrespects her. But that may not be ideal when you are kidnapped by the most powerful gang leader in the world. Esme has always known that this world has cruel and ruthless people walking on it everyday. Little did she know that one of them had a pair of enchanting green eyes and a wicked smirk. Will she be able to survive the infamous Harry Styles? ------------------------------ THIS BOOK CONTAINS TRIGGERING SUBJECTS. DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE NOT COMFORTABLE WITH ANY. SEXUAL AND EXPLICIT ADULT CONTENT VULGAR LANGAUGE VIOLENCE/ABUSE ------------------------------ "Leave me alone." I step up into his face, testing his dominance. It probably isn't the best idea for me to do this, given what has happened last time I decided to defy him. Harry steps closer to me and burns his gaze through my skull, looking into the deepest parts of my soul. He slowly brings his hand up in between us until it meets my neck. He tightens his grip at his finger tips, not hard enough to restrict my breathing. With his large hand now wrapped around my neck, he pulls my body closer to his until our chests meet. With my head tilted up to meet his eyes, I can feel my skin burning up, in contrast to his cold rings. I feel him dip his head down until I feel his hot breath on my ear, making goosebumps rupture all over my body. "I just want to see what that pretty little mouth can do." ------------ #2 in darkharryfanfics ------------ all rights belong to @1d_epression

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

[Completed] [MATURE CONTENT] [TW: Mentions of drug abuse and self-harm] "When I met her, I told myself 'no feelings'. But I guess you know by now that that's never how feelings work." As a 24-year-old working with underage drug addicts in a rehab facility, Violet Rae is less than impressed when her best friend introduces her to Harry Styles, a top tier member in a notorious drug gang in London who has a heavy coke addiction. Harry seems to have taken an unlikely interest in Violet that nobody, including her, him or his friends seem to understand. The two are an unconventional match and before realizing it, Violet is sucked into a dangerous life that goes against anything she believes in. Can two people who have gone through so much trauma and have so many - literal - scars ever really have a happy ending? [Preview] "It's pathetic, I know. I just feel... so much when you're around me. I can't get enough." His voice died down in a whisper before he flicked his eyes up to stare into mine intently. The green in them instantly took my breath away as I got lost and he gulped audibly. "And I don't just like you, Violet. I love you, I really do." My heart stopped beating for a second before it started thrashing violently in my chest. "Harry..." I sighed as I shook my head, but he cut me off. "No, I know you think it's bullshit and that it's too soon and that I'm lying or that I don't know what I'm talking about, but I do." He spilled. "There's so much you don't know about me." I mumbled, tearing my eyes away from his to focus on the pendant that was laying on the mattress. "I don't care." He whispered back and I shook my head. "I... I can't say it back." "I know." I bit my lip at the intensity of this conversation, and I wondered how long it would take Harry to find out he didn't actually love me at all. ** Started: May 2021 ** Finished: November 2021