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Vicious 7 || Harry Styles x mafia

Summary: Harry Styles, the cold and calculating son of a powerful mafia don, must consolidate power after his father's passing. He faces challenges from his unpredictable younger brother, Silas, and navigates a complex world of alliances, ruthless decisions, and family loyalty. Amidst the intrigue, the elegant and alluring Y/N Castellano, the daughter of an Italian mafia boss, attends the funeral and finds herself drawn to Harry. As power dynamics shift and the future remains uncertain, the story explores the dark and dangerous allure of the mafia, the weight of family legacies, and the potential for unexpected connections in a world defined by secrecy and ruthlessness.

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Y/N regained consciousness, her body feeling heavy and drained. It took a moment for her to gather her bearings as she woke up mid-afternoon the next day. Every part of her ached, especially her injured leg where the dog had bitten her. Disoriented from sleeping for so long, Y/N's thoughts immediately turned to Giana. She hadn't been able to send her a text to let her know that she had been caught. With a sigh, Y/N pushed the blankets off her warm body and gingerly slipped out of bed.

She used the bed for leverage as she hopped towards the pile of her used clothes by the front floor. The pockets were empty. Y/N's heart raced as she frantically searched the room, tearing through drawers, lifting cushions, and rummaging through her bags in a desperate attempt to find her phone. Her hands trembled with anxiety as she realized it was nowhere to be found. Panic began to set in as she contemplated her next move.

With a determined resolve, Y/N strode towards the door, her hand reaching for the handle. But as she turned it, her heart sank. Standing before her were two imposing figures, their expressions stern and unwavering.

"You can't leave the room," one of the men stated firmly, his voice leaving no room for argument. He had a heavy irish accent. Y/N hadn’t met him or seen him before.

Y/N's heart pounded in her chest as she met their gaze, her mind racing with fear and uncertainty. She felt trapped, powerless against the forces that seemed to be closing in around her.

Y/N's frustration boiled over as she faced the two men barring her way. "What do you mean I can't leave? This is ridiculous! I need to get out of here!"

The men remained unmoved, their expressions unyielding as they reiterated, "Boss orders are clear. You're to stay in the room."

Y/N's anger flared at the mention of Harry's name. "Of course, he's behind this," she muttered under her breath, her eyes flashing with indignation.

Attempting to change the subject, one of the men interjected, "Hungry?”

Y/N's fury intensified at the casual offer of food. "I'm not hungry! I'm furious that I'm being locked in here like some prisoner!"

But the men remained stoic, their allegiance to Harry unwavering. Y/N felt a surge of helplessness wash over her as she realized the extent of Harry's control over her situation. She shut the door loudly wanting to let Harry know wherever he was that she didn’t agree with his decision.

With no distractions in the room, Y/N felt the weight of her confinement pressing down on her. She paced back and forth, her mind racing with thoughts of escape. But without her phone, she was cut off from the outside world, trapped in this suffocating room.

She flopped down onto the bed, frustration gnawing at her. She needed to think, to come up with a plan. But her mind felt foggy, clouded by exhaustion and anxiety.

As she sat there, her gaze fell on the window. It offered a sliver of hope, a potential way out. But without her phone to call for help or navigate her surroundings, it seemed like an impossible escape route.

Desperation drove her to consider every possibility, no matter how slim. She had to find a way out of this room, out of this nightmare. But with each passing moment, the walls seemed to close in around her, suffocating her with the reality of her captivity.

"What are you doing here?" Y/N questioned as Charlie entered the room, a tray of food in hand.

"You need to eat," he stated matter-of-factly, setting the tray down on the bed. On it sat a plate of lasagna accompanied by a caprese salad. Y/N couldn't help but feel surprised by the choice of Italian cuisine, though she doubted it would compare to the flavors of home.

"I'm not hungry," she lied, though the aroma of the food made her stomach growl in protest. Despite her hunger, she knew she needed to confront Harry and demand her release.

"We aren't doing this, Y/N," Charlie warned, settling into the futon on the other side of the room.

"Exactly! We aren't doing this. Where is he? I need to talk to him," Y/N insisted. Charlie sighed heavily and ran a hand through his hair. He could sense that the rest of the day was going to be challenging. Harry had given strict orders; she wasn't allowed to leave the room for a week. He wanted her to reflect on her actions. Harry felt the urge to enforce a more severe punishment himself, but he knew better. He wanted to give her one more chance.

Charlie shook his head. "You need to keep up your strength," he insisted, gesturing to the plate. "Harry's busy right now."

"I need my phone," Y/N interjected, desperation creeping into her voice. "I need to call someone."

Charlie's brow furrowed in confusion. "Your phone? I'm not sure where it is," he said obliviously. "You probably dropped it while you were running through the woods."

Y/N's frustration grew. "This is absurd! There's nothing to do in here," she exclaimed, gesturing around the room. "I'm bored out of my mind."

Charlie sighed frustrated. "You're not allowed to leave this room," he explained. "But maybe I can bring you something to read. Would that help?" He hated that Harry had assigned him to babysit her.

Y/N brightened slightly at the prospect. "Yes, if you bring me something to read, I'll eat," she agreed, her hunger overcoming her frustration for the moment.

"Fine. Eat. Now," Charlie ordered sternly before rising from the futon. "I'll be right back."

Y/N wasted no time and began to devour the food. To her surprise, every bite of the lasagna and salad was delicious, momentarily distracting her from her confinement.

"Here," Charlie said upon his return, holding a small stack of books. He seemed taken aback that she had kept her end of the bargain. "I'm not sure what genre you prefer, but I brought you a few options." He placed the books on the bureau.

"Thanks," Y/N said gratefully, genuinely surprised that he had returned with reading material.

"The doctor will be back in a few hours to check your leg. Finish eating," Charlie reminded her before exiting the room, leaving Y/N alone with her thoughts and the promise of books to pass the time.

For two days, Y/N had been confined to her room. She had devoured two books, finding solace in their pages amidst the monotony of her captivity. However, as the morning of the third day dawned, she found herself longing for the simple pleasure of fresh air.

Approaching the window, she noticed with frustration that it had been nailed shut. Harry's precautions were evident, and the realization only fueled her desire to escape the stifling confines of her room.

As she looked outside the window, she could see another man sitting right under the window on the ground floor. Guarding her just like the two big ones outside of her door.

With a sigh of resignation, Y/N decided to make the best of her situation. She filled the bathtub with hot water, allowing the steam to envelop her as she sank into the soothing embrace of the water. Closing her eyes, she let herself relax, the tension melting away with each passing minute.

After luxuriating in the bath for a while, Y/N emerged feeling refreshed and rejuvenated. Wrapping herself in a fluffy towel, she settled back onto the bed and reached for the romance novel she had been reading.

Lost in the pages of the book, she was transported to another world, one where love conquered all and happily ever after's were guaranteed. As she turned the final page, a sense of contentment washed over her.

Deciding to change out of her pajamas, Y/N opted for an ankle-length floral dress and a pair of sneakers. It was a casual choice, perhaps a bit childish, but she didn't care. After all, she had no one to impress within the confines of her room.

A few hours later, the door creaked open, shattering the quiet sanctuary of Y/N's room. Startled, she looked up to find Silas poking his head in, a small, enigmatic smile dancing on his lips. Surprise washed over her at the sight of him; she had half expected him to be buried six feet under. Since the brutal beatdown, she hadn't heard a whisper about his whereabouts.

"Let's go!" he exclaimed, his voice laced with a hint of excitement. Despite the sunglasses shielding his eyes, Y/N could discern the remnants of wounds and stitches etched across his face.

Confusion knit her brows tightly together. "Go where?" she inquired, setting her book aside and rising from the bed, a surge of curiosity flooding her senses.

"Anywhere but here," Silas responded cryptically, his gaze flickering around the room as if he anticipated an unwelcome visitor at any moment. "Come on! Before they get back!" he urged, glancing anxiously over his shoulder. "It's now or never."

Anticipation quickened Y/N's heartbeat. She had yearned for a change of scenery, even if it meant incurring Harry's wrath. Without a moment's hesitation, she nodded in agreement and followed Silas out of the room, her spirit alight with the promise of adventure.

In the dimly lit confines of his office, Harry sat behind his imposing desk, a faint scent of cigar smoke lingering in the air. He had just concluded a meeting with a few individuals who had come seeking favors, their requests adding more obligations.

As he leaned back in his chair, contemplating the outcomes of the discussions, the heavy oak door swung open, admitting Charlie and Lex into the room. Both men wore expressions of composed alertness.

"Everything sorted out?" Harry inquired, his tone carrying a note of expectation.

Charlie nodded curtly. "All taken care of, boss," he confirmed, his voice tinged with a hint of deference.

Lex, ever the silent sentinel, simply offered a nod in agreement.

Satisfied with their efficiency, Harry's gaze narrowed slightly as he shifted his attention to more pressing matters. "And Y/N?" he asked, his tone betraying a hint of curiosity. "How's she been behaving?"

Charlie exchanged a quick glance with Lex before responding. "She's been... cooperative," he replied carefully, choosing his words with precision. "Keeping to herself mostly. No trouble so far."

Harry mulled over the response, his thoughts veiled behind a facade of inscrutability. Y/N's presence in his domain had been a source of unexpected complications, her defiance and attempts at escape serving as reminders of the delicate balance of power he maintained.

"Good," he remarked, his voice betraying none of the complexity swirling beneath the surface. "Keep an eye on her. We don't need any surprises”.

Leaning forward, Harry's gaze settled on Charlie with a steely intensity that brooked no argument. "I'll be paying Y/N a visit," he declared, his voice carrying a weight of authority that commanded immediate attention.

Charlie's brow furrowed slightly, a flicker of uncertainty crossing his features before he composed himself. "Understood, boss," he replied, his tone respectful yet tinged with a hint of apprehension. He knew all too well the implications of Harry's unexpected visit.

Harry's lips curved into a faint, calculating smile as he continued. "I want to see for myself how well she's been behaving," he explained, the subtle undertone of menace underscoring his words. "Make sure everything's in order."

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Echo — one shot (preview and link)

Author's note: Hello everyone, I just wanted to let you know that I have writen a one shot. It is exclusive for Patreon, but I will be leaving it open, for twenty hours so some of you get a chance to read it before it locks.

Below it's a short preview. I'll leave the link so, you can access it. I hope you like it!

Aurora Knight had always been sharp, bright, and endlessly curious, but above all, she was remarkably disciplined. So, when the time arrived to select a career path, her parents were taken aback by her choice of medicine. Aurora's unwavering discipline had guided her through many challenges, yet the surgical program posed an entirely new and demanding playing field.

At 27 years old, Aurora Knight was a striking figure with her long, tousled blonde hair framing her face. Her hazel eyes sparkled with intelligence and a hint of mischief, reflecting her sharp wit and curious nature. Despite her petite stature, there was an undeniable presence about her, an aura of confidence and determination that seemed to radiate from within. With a warm smile that could light up a room, Aurora carried herself with a grace.

"We'll be dividing into groups now," Camille announced, her voice carrying over the bustling activity of the surgical wing. "Each group will be assigned a new case, with an attending and resident in charge. Please listen to your resident and attending," she emphasized, gesturing for the interns to pay attention.

Aurora listened attentively as Camille began calling out last names, assigning each intern to their respective groups. As the names were called, excitement buzzed through the room, mingled with a touch of nervous energy.

"I hope I get to be with Dr. Styles," Aurora heard a voice beside her murmur. She couldn't help but smile at the comment, the sentiment echoing her own thoughts about the charming head of the cardiac surgery program.

Y/N kept her gaze fixed on the floor, not bothering to glance up at the others around her. Despite her outward confidence, it was all a facade. In truth, she was more of an introvert, often finding solace in the quiet moments of reflection.

However, being reserved didn't mean she was blind. She couldn't help but admire his striking features from the corner of her eye.

"Knight," Camille's voice finally broke through her thoughts, and Y/N looked up to see Camille pointing to a group of five. She was the last to be called, completing the group.

"You five will be heading down to the emergency room," Camille commanded, her voice firm. "You do remember where it is, right?" All five of them nodded in response. Aurora, however, couldn't recall, but she still nodded, not wanting to risk embarrassing herself and standing out.

The group of interns began to make their way downstairs in silence. None of them knew each other, but circumstances had brought them together on this task.

"Does anyone actually know where it is?" one of the men finally broke the silence, voicing the question that had likely been on all their minds.

The question hung in the air for a moment before Aurora spoke up, her voice steady despite the slight nervous flutter in her stomach. "I'm not entirely sure," she admitted, her hazel eyes meeting the gaze of her fellow interns.

The man who had asked the question nodded in understanding, a small smile playing on his lips. "I guess we’ll figure it out all together" he reassured, his tone friendly. “I am Milo”

“Aurora” She shook his hand.

The group continued down the corridors of the hospital, following the signs that pointed toward the emergency room. As they walked, conversation began to flow more freely, the initial awkwardness of being strangers starting to fade.

Aurora found herself drawn into the discussions, her curiosity piqued as she listened to her new colleagues share their experiences and aspirations. Despite the nerves that still lingered in the back of her mind, she couldn't deny the sense of camaraderie that was beginning to form among them.

Soon, they reached the bustling entrance of the emergency room, the controlled chaos of medical staff and patients filling the space. Camille had mentioned they would be assisting with a new case, and Aurora felt a surge of anticipation mingled with a touch of apprehension.

"We should check in with the attending," one of the interns suggested, breaking the silence that had fallen over the group as they took in the scene before them.

Aurora nodded in agreement, the group moving towards the attending physician who was overseeing the ER that day.

They stood awkwardly a few feet away from Niall as he diligently checked over some charts and finished a note on a patient. All five of them glanced at each other, silently urging someone to muster the courage to approach.

Eventually, Niall felt the weight of their glances on him and spoke up without looking up from his work. "I won't bite," he said, trying to ease the tension. “He is in there”

Just as they were about to make a move, the voice of Dr. Styles boomed through the room. "About time! Where the bloody hell have you been?!" he yelled, the urgency evident in his tone.

The interns hurried into the room, where they found Dr. Styles performing CPR on an unconscious patient. "What are you doing? Get in here!" he commanded, his voice urgent as he gestured for them to join him.

Aurora struggled to maintain focus, but it was nearly impossible not to be captivated by Dr. Styles' striking appearance as he fought to save a life. The muscles beneath his uniform strained with effort, his hair falling in disarray as he applied pressure. Despite his intense concentration, a furrowed brow revealed his determination to revive the patient. Suddenly, his commanding voice snapped her out of her reverie.

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Going off of the last anon, so stories like enticing we can fully read on here just way later or will only patreon get the actual full story since you said they get more chapters and words ?

You will all get to read enticing just later.

On Patreon their chapters have more words than the ones that I post on Tumblr. This was just a recent change that I made after speaking with my members. However, it doesn’t alter the plot or the story line. The chapters on Patreon just have a few more scenes.

They don’t get more chapters. They just currently have access up to chapter 61 while on tumblr only to chapter 45.

All chapters will eventually get posted on here.

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I don’t really get something are your stories on patreon or here too or are only parts of them on here?? Sorry if you’ve already answered this but I’m just a little confused and wanna read your writing 🥲

Stories are getting posted on both platforms except Different. Different is exclusive of Patreon.

The difference is that on Patreon you have access to WAY more chapters, more words and they will get to read the end and the chapters before anyone else.

On tumblr the chapters get uploaded weeks or months after they have already been posted on Patreon.

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Vicious 6 || Harry Styles x Mafia

Summary: Harry Styles, the cold and calculating son of a powerful mafia don, must consolidate power after his father's passing. He faces challenges from his unpredictable younger brother, Silas, and navigates a complex world of alliances, ruthless decisions, and family loyalty. Amidst the intrigue, the elegant and alluring Y/N Castellano, the daughter of an Italian mafia boss, attends the funeral and finds herself drawn to Harry. As power dynamics shift and the future remains uncertain, the story explores the dark and dangerous allure of the mafia, the weight of family legacies, and the potential for unexpected connections in a world defined by secrecy and ruthlessness.

Author's note: here is a new chapter of vicious. let me know what you think and if you would like to get tagged!

— vicious masterlist —

Word count: 1.8K

Exhaustion gripped Y/N as she continued to run, her breaths coming in ragged gasps. The fear of capture propelled her forward, the urgency echoing in her heartbeat. The crunch of fallen leaves beneath her shoes added a surreal soundtrack to her escape, while the chilling autumn air hinted at the approaching night.

Desperation compelled her to glance over her shoulder, seeking reassurance that she had eluded pursuit. As the woods seemed to grow quieter, Y/N cautiously slowed her pace, hoping the pursuit had ceased. In a moment of respite, she retrieved her phone, intending to contact Giana for guidance. The realization of no signal sent a wave of frustration through her, quickly overshadowed by the distant barking of dogs and the flickering glow of flashlights. They were closing in.

With dread seizing her, Y/N sprinted once more. The haunting echoes of the pursuing dogs and distant voices added to her terror. Tears welled in her eyes as she ran, the urgency intensified by the proximity of the search party. Then, with a sudden and violent lurch, one of the dogs sank its teeth into her ankle, sending Y/N crashing to the ground, the pain radiating through her like a lightning bolt.

Y/N's cries of pain resonated through the woods as she clutched her injured ankle, tears streaming down her face. The loyal dog, sensing her distress, barked incessantly, calling the attention of the approaching men. As they swiftly gathered around, her heart sank at the sight of her soon-to-be husband.

"Boss," she heard, looking up to find Harry leaning over her with an unreadable expression. His command to bring her back echoed in her ears as he turned away, retracing his steps toward the house. Y/N winced, realizing the extent of her mistake.

Harry seethed with anger. He had been summoned from his office by Charlie, only to discover Y/N's disappearance. What could have been a chance to mend their earlier interaction now seemed lost. His thoughts darkened as he contemplated the corrective measures he would take.

"Where, boss?" Charles inquired as he lifted Y/N's body, ready to transport her back to the house.

"In her room," Harry ordered, then turned to Lex. "Get the medic to her room." The gravity of his impending actions hung heavily in the air.

As Charlie gently laid Y/N on the bed, she couldn't help but voice her questions, her eyes still red from crying. Her soaked sock bore witness to the dog's bite, a painful reminder of her ill-fated escape. "What are you going to do to me?" she asked, and the room filled with tension. “Why would. you let your dog bite me?”

Harry, standing at the foot of her bed, didn't mince words. "Someone needed to take you down. Either the dogs or one of my men with a bullet," he explained, watching her grimace in pain. "Where were you going?"

Y/N retorted with defiance, "That’s none of your business," just as the doctor entered the room. "Boss," the doctor acknowledged Harry with a nod before turning his attention to Y/N. "May I?" Harry gave a quick nod, permitting the examination.

The doctor efficiently assessed the wound, offering a glimpse of relief. "It’s not that deep. We’ll just need to clean it and pack it and give her some antibiotics and painkillers."

"Do it," Harry commanded, "let me know when you are done," before leaving the room in search of a drink.

Left alone with the doctor, Y/N saw an opportunity. Whispering her plea, she hoped to find an ally. "Please help me." She dared to suggest an escape, but the doctor merely chuckled, dismissing the notion. "What is everyone so afraid of?" she asked, her eyes searching for understanding.

“You know this could be way worse. You are lucky,” the man said as he applied antibiotics to the wound, hoping to prevent any infection from the dog’s saliva. “Most people that escape don’t have your same fate. They are usually diseased by the time I get there.”

That didn’t make her feel any better. Y/N was shaken. She had seen him almost kill her brother, who shared blood and parents with him. She barely knew him, and she was just an obstacle in his life, a means to rise to power and live the life he had always dreamed of.

“Thank you,” she said, feeling immediate relief as he dressed her wound.

“I am going to administer the antibiotics by IV. Let me see your arm.”

“Can you just get a pill?” She was scared to get drugged. Perhaps she was just being paranoid, but she couldn’t help thinking that the doctor was going to drug her from keep her from escaping, obeying Harry.

“I don’t trust you to take them,” he truthfully said as he changed his gloves and prepared everything to find a vein and canalize it. Y/N hesitantly stretched out her arm. He tied the tourniquet, cleaned the area, punctured her. “You might have an upset stomach. I suggest you have dinner.”

“I am not hungry.” The doctor didn’t respond; he was used to it. He had seen and taken care of many things within the walls of the house. He didn’t feel sorry for her. Harry had given her a room and hadn’t dragged her downstairs, which meant he cared for her in a way. The dogs would usually tear people into pieces when found.

“Right. I’ll be back tomorrow to administer your meds and change the dressing,” he informed her as he hung the bag and adjusted the drip. “Liquids, food, and rest.”

“What’s your name?” Y/N asked as he finished packing everything that he had taken out and threw away everything else.

“Cameron,” he said before leaving the room, leaving the door wide open.

Y/N looked around, searching for her phone. She looked at the door, wanting to just run out. Unfortunately, having an IV prevented her from escaping. Before she could get up for her bag and search for her phone, Harry walked in. He made sure to close the door behind him.

A cigarette between his lips and a glass of scotch on the rocks. He had discarded her blazer. His hair was messier from running his hands through it. He wanted to drag her downstairs, chain her to a chair, and have his way with her. He wanted her to regret ever leaving but hurting her would only cause issues with the Italians.

He just knew that he needed to punish her.

“Where were you going?” Harry asked again as he opened the window, the same one she had escaped through. He lit up his cigarette and sat down on the small futon by it. She didn’t say anything. “Are you deaf?”

“I already said it was none of your fuckin' business.”

"Watch your mouth," he sharply said, pointing at her with the cigarette held between his fingers. "You keep thinking this is all a game. I am very tempted to take you downstairs and punish you the only way I know how to. You are not down there merely because of your father."

“I was doing us both a favor,” she shrugged. “You don’t want me here. You’ve made that very clear.” Y/N hoped that Harry continued to believe her father loved and cared for her. The only reason he hadn’t killed her was the consequences he thought it would bring. However, she was sure her father wouldn’t care if she were dead.

“Where were you going? To your father’s?” Y/N laughed and shook her head.

“I am not telling you.” Y/N didn’t want to get Giana in trouble. She still wasn’t sure how far Harry would go to make a statement. Giana’s husband was just as crazy or worse, and she knew he would do crazy things to Giana.

By not telling him, her silence led Harry's mind to a different place. He couldn't help but think she was escaping for a man.

"A man," he said out loud as he took the last drag out of his cigarette. The room was filled with a heavy silence, broken only by the sound of his exhale. The air was thick with tension as Harry tried to process the implications of her silence. “Don’t play games with me. Don’t ever, ever think you’re capable of that” He warned her as he banged his hands against the feet of the bed as he stared at her.

“You think you can intimidate me?” She giggled, “My father terrorized me my whole life. You are just a rookie in this game”

Y/N sat on the edge of the bed, her injured ankle throbbing with pain. The dim light in the room cast eerie shadows, creating an unsettling atmosphere. Harry extinguished his cigarette, the embers glowing in the darkness as he approached her. His eyes were cold and calculating, and a sinister smile played on his lips.

"What game are you playing, Y/N?" Harry's voice was low, a dangerous edge cutting through the air. He towered over her, making her feel small and vulnerable. "You think you can just run away? Escape? You're mine. You were promised to me and you don't get to decide when this ends."

Y/N swallowed hard, her gaze shifting away from his intense stare.

"This is your home now," he sneered, pacing back and forth like a caged predator. "You belong to me, whether you like it or not. Trying to escape will only make things worse for you.”

“What do you want from me?” Y/N's voice wavered, but she mustered the courage to meet his gaze.

Harry leaned in, his face inches from hers, and the smell of his cologne mixed with a faint hint of smoke surrounded her. "I want your obedience, your loyalty. You'll do what I say without question. And if you think running away will save you, you're mistaken.”

Y/N's heart raced as she felt the weight of his threat. She had seen the brutal side of him, the violence he was capable of, and the thought of being at his mercy terrified her. She clenched her fists, trying to steady herself.

"I won't be a pawn in your twisted game.”

His hand shot out, grabbing her jaw forcefully. "You don't get to talk back to me," he hissed. "Remember your place, or I'll make sure you regret every moment you thought you could defy me.”

With that, Harry released her, leaving Y/N breathless and shaken. As he walked away, she couldn't shake the feeling that the worst was yet to come, and the walls of her gilded cage closed in around her.

— PREVIEW OF CHAPTER 7 —

A few hours later, the door creaked open, shattering the quiet sanctuary of Y/N's room. Startled, she looked up to find Silas poking his head in, a small, enigmatic smile dancing on his lips. Surprise washed over her at the sight of him; she had half expected him to be buried six feet under. Since the brutal beatdown, she hadn't heard a whisper about his whereabouts.

"Let's go!" he exclaimed, his voice laced with a hint of excitement. Despite the sunglasses shielding his eyes, Y/N could discern the remnants of wounds and stitches etched across his face.

Confusion knit her brows tightly together. "Go where?" she inquired, setting her book aside and rising from the bed, a surge of curiosity flooding her senses.

"Anywhere but here," Silas responded cryptically, his gaze flickering around the room as if he anticipated an unwelcome visitor at any moment. "Come on! Before they get back!" he urged, glancing anxiously over his shoulder. "It's now or never."

Anticipation quickened Y/N's heartbeat. She had yearned for a change of scenery, even if it meant incurring Harry's wrath. Without a moment's hesitation, she nodded in agreement and followed Silas out of the room, her spirit alight with the promise of adventure.

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Bella Hadid || Instagram Blurb

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masterlist

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yourinstagram I really wish we could have been everything I dreamed we would be

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harryfan304 did they break up?

harrysfa928 why does she look like she has been crying?

yourfan20 he doesn't deserve you! You are too good for you.

yourbestfriend I'm coming over.

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tmz_tv Harry Styles seen with a mystery woman only days after alleged breakup with super model Y/N Y/L/N. Multiple sources close to the couple say that the breakup ended in good terms and that it was Y/N who ended things with Harry. What do you think?

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harrysfan20 I doubt it. She is nothing without him

yourfan12 she was a model before him.

yourfan376 good for her. we all know that he would enventually cheat. Look how quickly he moved on. and he was in love with her?

harryfan194 he is allowed to move on

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yourinstagram back at Vogue's headquarters 📍

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jacobelordi 👀

yourfan48 stop cause they would be the hottest couple ever

yourbestfriend how the hell can you manage to look like that? 🙄

sabrinacarpenter hott 🔥

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yourbestfriend wish I could take your place and give you a second without pain. I love you. 💕

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yourinstagram having you here gives me enough strength💜

yourfan48 so worried abt her

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harryfan395 what's going on with her? is she sick?

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enews Harry Styles has been seen flying back from England to New York. Close sources have reported that he is in New York to see Y/N Y/L/N due to the delicate state that she is currently on. The model has been fighting with a rare chronic disease that hasn't been disclosed to the public. Last week, her best friend posted a picture of her state which concerned the majority of her fans. We hope the model recovers soon and send our best wishes.

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harryfan398 pls leave them alone.

y/nismyfavorite stop following him. only you people would take advantage of the situation.

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yourinstagram There has been of speculation about my health online lately. I just wanted to come on here and let everyone know that I am doing well and slowly recovering. I also wanted to clarify that I won't be disclosing any details about my disease and I would appreciate some privacy in the matter. Please stop calling my family and interrogating them. Thank you for all your messages. I will hopefully be back soon. 💖

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ariannagrande love you! I can't wait to see you 💜

niallhoran stay strong 🥹

kendalljenner we miss you terribly ✨

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yourfan he is definitely checking up on her and with her.

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yourinstagram ♥️

harryfan937 finally 🙏🏼

harrys092 so she isn't sick anymore?

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yourinstagram educating this man. spicing up that dresscode 💁🏻‍♀️

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harrystyles i'll admit they are comfortable…

birkenstock ITS HAPPENING!! CALM DOWN PEOPLE!

yourbestfriend spicing up? ugly. 👎🏼

yourinstagram shut up. i've seen you wear them.

yourbestfriend aren’t they the same ones that make the Jesus chanclas?

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harrystyles educating her. zero sense of fashion. I am the model.

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yourinstagram i dressed you last night

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mitchrowland harry doesn't know how to dress himself. he always calls y/n for her opinion.

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Enticing 45 — Harry Styles CEO

Summary: Harry is a young billionaire and CEO of his own company. He mostly keeps to himself, he is stern and very meticulous when it comes to business. He also likes to keep his personal life very private for the sake of his newly born son Oliver Styles. It isn't until he meets Y/N Y/L/N that everything changes. She becomes his new nanny after his previous one quits due to personal reasons. She is young, caring, and sweet. Will they ignore their feelings? Will Harry's girlfriend accept their love and leave them? Will she be able to cope with his busy agenda? What about Oliver's mother? Where is she? Who is she?

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“You really are the asshole that everyone says you are” Allison whispered as her eyes teared. “You have no compassion for your own parents, Harry. What does it say about you?” She spat back. “You are a shitty dad. You live in the damn fictional world with all the commodities in the world, and you are still miserable! Your money gets you nowhere because you are still a dick”.

Harry maintained a tense silence, his anger too overwhelming to find words. His jaw clenched, nostrils flared, and a knot formed in his throat. He yearned to express everything, to make his sister understand why their father didn't deserve an ounce of pity, but his fury stifled his voice.

“I know this may not concern me directly, but I can't stand by and let you talk to him like that, Allison, while I remain silent,” Y/N boldly declared as she rose from the couch, cradling Oliver. “You've come here seeking forgiveness for your father, yet you insult Harry, calling him a bad man when he's everything your father isn't. He's a great dad. So, instead of cornering him after his workday and insulting him in his own home, in front of his child, you should be asking him about all the trauma he's endured because of your father.”

Some newfound strength had surged within her. Y/N wouldn't have dared to intervene in such a matter a few months ago. Perhaps it was the hormones, the surging vitality within her, or the impending arrival of their baby that had emboldened her to speak her mind.

“Excuse me; I'm going to put Oliver to bed,” Y/N gracefully announced, heading upstairs to Oliver's nursery. She gently placed his sleeping body into the cot and kissed him goodnight before making her way back downstairs. Harry and Allison remained in a tense silence.

“What trauma?” Allison finally inquired. “He was cold, Harry. Just like he is now. Nothing has changed. Is that the trauma?”

“You're truly oblivious. Mom and Dad have really fooled you,” Harry responded with a sarcastic chuckle, surprised that she had never asked the right questions until now.

“Tell me then,” Allison took off her gloves and coat, placing them on the couch alongside her purse. “Humor me,” she added as she sat down, crossing her ankles. Y/N, watching from the kitchen, felt a growing disapproval toward Allison. This version of her wasn't the same Allison she had met at the Hamptons.

“I'm not ready,” Harry admitted. He had attended therapy for most of his teenage years and young adulthood to heal the wounds inflicted by his father. He had discussed many of the painful memories, but he wasn't prepared to remember it all and shatter the image his sister held of their father. Harry's mother had insisted on hiding it all from her youngest child, even begging Harry not to tell Allison.

“Why? If Dad is as terrible as you say, then I should know.”

“It's not my place to tell you, Allison. It's mom's,” Harry explained, turning his back to her and heading toward the kitchen. He was hungry, and he knew Y/N must be too. He didn't want to keep her waiting. “Hungry? I got you some Chinese.”

Y/N couldn't help but smile, her heart fluttering at this simple but sweet gesture. She found it endearing that he had made time in his day to satisfy her cravings.

Harry opened the brown paper bags, and as Y/N wrapped her arms around his torso, she kissed his back, holding him tightly as a way to comfort him and ease some of the stress he had just experienced.

“I love you,” she whispered against his shirt, savoring the scent of his sandalwood aftershave mixed with cologne.

Just as Harry turned his head to reciprocate her declaration, Allison walked into the kitchen, carrying all of her belongings.

“I guess this talk is over. I'll get out of your hair, then,” she said, displaying disappointment and confusion about how their conversation regarding their father had concluded.

“Have you had dinner already?” Harry inquired as he unpacked the boxes from the bags. Allison shook her head as she donned her gloves. “And you aren't staying for dinner?” Harry asked.

“Do you want me to stay? I thought you were angry with me,” Allison questioned, her expression a mix of uncertainty. “I thought you wanted me to leave.”

“You're still my sister, Allison, and there's plenty of food,” Harry replied. “It's Chinese. I hope that's not a problem.”

“That's perfect, actually,” she said, moving to the kitchen island and retrieving a stool to sit on.

“Let me get some plates,” Y/N offered as Harry began to open the boxes containing noodles, rice, and more. Y/N stretched on her tiptoes to reach for the plates that were stored higher than she remembered.

“You're pregnant?!” Allison exclaimed as she noticed Y/N's bump revealed by her sweater. Y/N quickly lowered her arms, covering her baby bump with the plates. Harry turned to Y/N with a small smile, understanding her embarrassment.

“She is,” Harry confirmed, considering how practical it would be to inform his parents about his second child. He anticipated his father's disapproval for having another child out of wedlock, but Harry didn't care; times had changed.

“No way! Were you ever going to tell me!” Allison beamed and pulled Harry into a tight hug. Harry had planned on informing her the next morning when he returned her calls, but Y/N had preempted him. “How far along are you?”

“Four months,” Y/N revealed as she set the plates on the placemats.

“Do you know what you're having?” Allison asked eagerly after hugging her.

“Not yet. Hopefully soon,” Y/N replied. The baby hadn't been in the right position during the last ultrasound, preventing the doctor from confirming the gender. Harry hoped for a daughter, as he had always wanted both a boy and a girl, while Y/N was less concerned about the baby's sex.

“I can't believe it! I'm so excited. You've got to tell Mom!” Allison couldn't contain her joy at the thought of Harry slowly building a family of his own. She might not have appreciated Y/N's interruption during their intense conversation, but she was genuinely pleased that Harry had found a woman who would stand by him through thick and thin. What astounded her even more was how comfortable Oliver had become with Y/N. He relied on her like a child would on his mother. And now, they were on the verge of expanding their little family even further.

“I'll call her soon. We wanted to savor this moment in private,” Harry explained, a hint of vulnerability in his voice. “I'd appreciate it if you don't tell anyone just yet.”

“Of course, just Nate and Mom,” Allison replied with a giggle. “These are fantastic news!”

“Here,” Harry said, handing Y/N a box of freshly cooked dumplings he had gotten for her. “I hope you like them.” Harry smiled and planted a gentle peck on her lips. “Would you like some wine?” he offered his sister, while simultaneously pouring a glass of unsweetened tea for Y/N.

“Yes, please,” Y/N replied after wiping the corners of her mouth. “So, what's going to happen with your job as a nanny?" Allison inquired with genuine concern. “I can't imagine everyone wanting to hire a pregnant nanny.”

“I don't work as a nanny anymore,” Y/N revealed between bites of her dumpling.

“You're staying to home?” Allison asked, puzzled, as she hadn't envisioned Y/N as a full-time housewife.

“She's working at William’s company as an analyst,” Harry chimed in as he returned with his shirt untucked, two glasses in one hand, and a freshly opened bottle of wine in the other. “Y/N had been hiding her degree from everyone.”

“Well, I'm happy for both of you. You've managed to build a very nice life,” Allison said, smiling as Harry poured wine into her glass.

“How's Nate?” Harry inquired about his brother-in-law.

“He's working hard, as usual. He's fine. I'm fine,” she replied, nodding as if she were trying to convince herself.

“You should have brought him along,” Harry suggested.

“He's not into these kinds of things.”

“You're obviously staying the night, right? I assume you didn't bring a driver,” Harry stated firmly, determined not to let her drive, especially after drinking.

“No, I couldn't.”

“Allison, you're staying, and that's final. There's plenty of space,” he insisted, and they continued to eat and discuss the impending arrival of the baby.

After a few more glasses of wine and a bit more gossip about their inner circle, the Styles siblings decided to call it a day. Y/N was already yawning as Allison finished her fourth glass of wine.

“I'm exhausted,” Y/N said as she sank her petite frame onto the massive bed in Harry's bedroom. Harry watched her with amusement from the end of the bed.

“Maybe I should become a housewife and let you pay for everything,” she joked, eliciting laughter from Harry.

“No way, and not because I don't want you at home, but because I know how much you love going to work and earning your own money,” Harry responded. Y/N let out a soft groan of pleasure as Harry reached for one of her feet, massaging her sole gently.

“Still, I could be your trophy wife,” Y/N said, her tone playful. Harry laughed and continued his gentle touch.

“Why are you laughing? You think I can't?” she challenged.

“You'd go nuts in just three days, baby,” Harry replied, knowing her well. “I was thinking of taking a bath. Would you like to join?”

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“What's wrong?” Y/N inquired, her voice laced with worry. She scanned Allison's face for any sign of distress, her heart pounding with apprehension.

“I-I...” Allison stammered, struggling to catch her breath. Elizabeth, sensing the urgency of the situation, hurried to the kitchen to fetch a glass of water, her motherly instincts kicking in.

“Please, sit down,” Y/N urged, gesturing to the nearby couch. She knew that whatever news Allison had to share couldn't be easy to deliver.

Elizabeth swiftly returned with a glass of water, her hands trembling slightly as she handed it to Allison. The two women settled onto the couch, their eyes fixed on Allison, awaiting the news that had caused her such distress.

To their surprise, tears welled up in Allison's eyes, her emotions overwhelming her.

“Ali, please,” Y/N implored, her voice tinged with concern as she reached out to grasp Allison's hands, offering comfort. “Tell me what’s going on. You are scaring me”

Struggling to regain her composure, Allison took a deep breath before finally speaking.

“It's my mom and dad,” she began, her voice trembling. “They're at the hospital with Harry. They've decided to take him off life support.”

As Allison's words hung heavily in the air, a deep silence settled over the room. Y/N's heart sank at the news, her mind struggling to comprehend the gravity of the situation.

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Enticing 44 — Harry Styles CEO

Summary: Harry is a young billionaire and CEO of his own company. He mostly keeps to himself, he is stern and very meticulous when it comes to business. He also likes to keep his personal life very private for the sake of his newly born son Oliver Styles. It isn't until he meets Y/N Y/L/N that everything changes. She becomes his new nanny after his previous one quits due to personal reasons. She is young, caring, and sweet. Will they ignore their feelings? Will Harry's girlfriend accept their love and leave them? Will she be able to cope with his busy agenda? What about Oliver's mother? Where is she? Who is she?

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Time had passed, and Y/N was finally given the green light by her doctor to return to work. While she had cherished the moments spent at home, taking care of Oliver and working comfortably in her loungewear, the excitement of being back in the workplace was palpable. She had missed the hustle and the thrill of encountering new challenges.

As she strolled through the office corridor, William's voice called out to her, “You're back!” He couldn't help but notice the significant growth of her baby bump; it was now undeniably visible that she was pregnant. The relationship between Harry and William remained somewhat strained, with their interactions limited to work-related discussions.

“Hi,” she greeted him with a warm smile, peeking into his office. “I'm feeling much better. I'm really glad to be back. How have things been in my absence?”

“Good, good. I'm thrilled to have you back,” William replied with a smile. Y/N gave him a nod and a parting smile before heading to her own office. Once inside, she settled down, organizing her workspace and preparing to tackle the mountain of emails and files that awaited her. The world of work was a welcome change, and she was determined to dive back in with the same dedication and enthusiasm she had always shown.

Every now and then, Y/N would pause her work to respond to text messages from Harry. He was in discussions with his realtor, working diligently to secure a new apartment. He had successfully sold their previous property, the one where he had once envisioned their happily ever after. It wasn't because the apartment was inadequate, but rather because it had become a repository of painful memories.

Moreover, Harry harbored a growing fear that Y/N's ex might have learned about the location or obtained some kind of information about it. The thought of that potential threat weighed heavily on his mind as he searched for a new place where they could start afresh, free from the haunting shadows of the past.

“I need a place with top-notch security, Alice,” Harry explained to his realtor, his gaze fixed on the view outside his expansive office window. He had a sense that she wasn't quite grasping the urgency of his request. He continued to emphasize his need for enhanced security, as well as a requirement for increased privacy.

“None of the penthouses you've shown me have private elevators,” he pressed, his tone becoming sterner. “Anyone can access the top floor. Do you understand, Alice? This was the one non-negotiable requirement I had.” His frustration was evident.

“Mr. Styles, perhaps I can explore options outside Manhattan or consider a brownstone?” Alice suggested. Despite being in her sixties, she had a reputation for catering to high-end clients. To her, Harry was a challenging client, not easily impressed.

“That might work,” Harry contemplated. He knew they couldn't live too far from the city. Manhattan, with all its traffic and hustle, had its unique charm. “I didn't mean to come across as harsh, Alice. I apologize. A few weeks ago, my wife was harassed at the entrance of our building. She's four months pregnant.” Harry was surprised at his own vulnerability. He rarely apologized and sharing his private life with others was even rarer.

“I understand, Mr. Styles. I'll get to work and send you some options,” Alice replied, her understanding deepened by her own experiences as a parent.

“No problem. I'll be eagerly awaiting those listings. Have a wonderful day,” Harry said and ended the call.

“Andrew!” Harry's voice rang out as he finished signing contracts and reviewing proposals. His plans for expansion into England were in motion. The trip to London, which had been intended for meetings with contractors and associates, had been abruptly cut short the day Y/N got injured. Since then, he'd been conducting virtual meetings, keeping his fingers crossed, and hoping for a smooth process without the need for travel.

“Yes, what can I help you with?” His assistant inquired.

“Has anyone from the London crew called or left any messages?” Harry asked, handing him a small stack of papers.

“Nothing yet. They mentioned they'd call the following morning, which translates to much later tonight,” Andrew replied.

“Alright. Anything else?” Harry asked as he set a late alarm on his phone to ensure he'd be available for their call.

“Well, there is one more thing...” Andrew hesitated, knowing it would only bring stress to his boss.

“Tell me,” Harry urged, “Is it about Y/N?”

“No, she's fine. It's actually from your father and sister,” Andrew said. The mention of his family immediately tensed Harry. The last time they had all been together, things had spiraled out of control, and his father had acted rudely, even hurting Y/N. Harry vowed to prevent such an incident from happening again.

“What's the matter with them?” Harry asked, his tone stern.

“Your father has been calling, asking to talk to you. Allison has been requesting a call back, something about siblings always sticking together,” Andrew relayed with a hint of amusement. Harry rolled his eyes at his sister's sentimentalism.

“I suppose I'll call her tomorrow. You can disregard my father's calls,” Harry decided.

“Alright,” Andrew nodded. “Is there anything else, sir?”

“No, I think I'm heading home. You can leave early, Andrew,” Harry said, powering down his computer and grabbing his wallet and phone. Andrew acknowledged and texted the driver that Harry was on his way down. “Have a pleasant evening,” Harry bid as he waited for the elevator.

Winter was undeniably on its way, the air growing colder and crisper as Harry stepped out of the building and hopped into the waiting black suburban SUV. He could feel the seasonal shift, and he was looking forward to retrieving his scarves and long coats from the back of his closet.

“Mike, think we can make a quick stop for some Chinese on the way?” Harry asked, glancing down at a text from Y/N. She had a craving for Chinese food, especially dumplings in copious amounts. She'd even joked about wanting enough dumplings to rival Po from Kung Fu Panda, which had brought a chuckle from Harry.

“Of course, Mr. Styles,” Mike replied, smoothly changing their route.

Harry had come to appreciate the life he was currently leading. Gone were the days of waking up in his apartment, disheveled and nursing a hangover. He cherished his domestic life and the comforting presence of someone to come home to at the end of the day. Leaving the office now filled him with anticipation, eager to return to his home and his favorite people.

With their Chinese food secured and enough to last them several days, Mike drove Harry back to his residence.

“Have a good night, Mike,” Harry called out as he exited the car, carrying the two paper bags filled with delicious food. He knew Y/N was already in their apartment. He had arranged for another driver to take her to the office and bring her home every day, ensuring her comfort and safety.

“I'm home!” Harry's cheerful voice filled the air as the elevator doors slid open on the top floor. He wore a warm smile on his face, excited to reunite with the most significant loves of his life. “Y/N?!” he called out, setting the bags down in the kitchen before crossing the dining room and entering the living room. His surprise was palpable.

“Why aren't you answering my calls?" Allison Styles stood just a few feet away from Y/N, her attire a stark contrast to Y/N's relaxed appearance. She wore a dress with tights and boots, a trench coat, and gloves. Harry's gaze quickly shifted to Y/N, who sat on the couch with Oliver, clad in cozy pajamas and fuzzy socks, makeup-free.

“How did you get in here?” Harry inquired as he shrugged off his blazer, folding it in half and tossing it over the back of the couch.

“Why aren't you answering my calls or texts? I had to come all the way here just so we can talk. That's not fair, Harry,” Allison protested.

“I'm not answering your calls or texts because I'm busy living my life. I know why you're calling, and I don't want to hear it,” Harry retorted. Allison was easily swayed by her father, especially after significant conflicts. She had been enlisted to convince Harry to reconcile with their dad.

“Harry, he—” she began.

“I said I don't want to hear it, Allison!” Harry cut her off, frustration evident. “Why do you always do this? Why do you keep doing his dirty work?” He walked past her, heading toward Y/N and Oliver. He leaned down to kiss her forehead.

“He feels bad enough, Harry. He says he wants to get to know Y/N. How long are you going to carry this out?” Allison rolled her eyes. Her father had asked her to reach out to Harry on his behalf, despite their troubled relationship. She believed that they needed to forgive and forget; after all, he was their father, and they owed their existence to him.

“Grow up! He's manipulating you. You're being so foolish! He is using you to get what he wants. He doesn’t love us, and it’s time for you to accept it” Harry exclaimed.

“Harry!” Y/N interjected, placing a calming hand on his forearm.

“Where's Mom? What does she think about all of this, huh? Mom hasn't called me or anything because she knows I'm right. He should own up to everything and come talk to me face to face. I don't depend on him, Allison, and neither should you” Harry declared firmly, his anger simmering as he defended his stance.

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“What's wrong?” Y/N inquired, her voice laced with worry. She scanned Allison's face for any sign of distress, her heart pounding with apprehension.

“I-I...” Allison stammered, struggling to catch her breath. Elizabeth, sensing the urgency of the situation, hurried to the kitchen to fetch a glass of water, her motherly instincts kicking in.

“Please, sit down,” Y/N urged, gesturing to the nearby couch. She knew that whatever news Allison had to share couldn't be easy to deliver.

Elizabeth swiftly returned with a glass of water, her hands trembling slightly as she handed it to Allison. The two women settled onto the couch, their eyes fixed on Allison, awaiting the news that had caused her such distress.

To their surprise, tears welled up in Allison's eyes, her emotions overwhelming her.

“Ali, please,” Y/N implored, her voice tinged with concern as she reached out to grasp Allison's hands, offering comfort. “Tell me what’s going on. You are scaring me”

Struggling to regain her composure, Allison took a deep breath before finally speaking.

“It's my mom and dad,” she began, her voice trembling. “They're at the hospital with Harry. They've decided to take him off life support.”

As Allison's words hung heavily in the air, a deep silence settled over the room. Y/N's heart sank at the news, her mind struggling to comprehend the gravity of the situation.

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Lycan 13 — Harry Styles

Summary: Y/N Y/L/N is forced to return to the town where she was born for extraordinary reasons. Her father is extremely sick and on the verge of passing away. Alsfield has changed and is far from what she remembers and even though she lived in town until her high school graduation she barely recognizes it. The town hides a big secret from a few individuals that live in it including Y/N. The man who maintains the town's secret and protects it is no other than Harry Styles. Things take a sudden twist when they meet. Numerous things will impede Y/N from returning to San Francisco to her somewhat ordinary life, will she be able to abandon the town that she had successfully escaped the first time? What is the big secret that the townspeople are hiding, and what is Y/N's role in it? Who is Harry? Where does he come from? Had she met him before? And what does he want from her?

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Y/N sat in the Alpha's office, grappling with the enormity of her new role as Luna and what it meant for her life in San Francisco. She was torn between the life she had built and the new responsibilities she had just been thrust into. It felt like an impossible choice.

Harry watched her closely, sensing the internal struggle she was facing. He knew this was a lot to take in, and he wanted to give her the time and space to process it all.

“You have questions,” Harry stated gently, breaking the silence that had settled between them.

Y/N nodded, her eyes reflecting the conflict within her. “Well… Yes. I'm honored to be your mate and to have this role, but my life is in San Francisco. I have a career, friends, a life there. I can't just leave everything behind.”

Harry sighed, understanding the weight of her words. “I understand, Y/N. It's a significant sacrifice, and I don't take it lightly. But being the Luna is crucial for the pack's survival, for my survival. Without a Luna to balance my leadership, the burden becomes overwhelming, and it ultimately takes a toll on me.”

He paused, collecting his thoughts. “The Luna represents balance, compassion, and stability in the pack. You'll be instrumental in ensuring our well-being and prosperity. But beyond that, your presence will bring unity and strength to our community.”

Y/N felt the weight of his words. She wanted to help, to be there for him and the pack, but it was an immense responsibility that came with significant personal sacrifice.

“What about our relationship?” Y/N asked, her voice tinged with worry. “Will we have time for each other, for love, amidst all these responsibilities?”

Harry took her hand, reassurance in his eyes. “Yes, absolutely. While being the Luna is a significant role, our relationship is equally important. We'll find time for each other, for love and companionship. Our bond will sustain us through these challenges.”

Y/N nodded, absorbing his words. She knew this was a difficult balance to strike, but she was willing to try. “And what about the people in San Francisco, the life I've built there?”

Harry sighed, knowing this was a delicate matter. “I won't ask you to abandon your life there. We can work on finding a balance that allows you to fulfill your responsibilities here while still maintaining connections and ties in San Francisco. It won't be easy, but with effort and understanding, we can make it work.”

Y/N appreciated his understanding and willingness to compromise. “I need time to think about all of this, Harry. It's a lot to process.”

Harry nodded, giving her a reassuring smile. “Of course, take all the time you need. I'm here to support you in whatever decision you make.”

Y/N's brows furrowed in confusion and concern as she absorbed Harry's words. The realization that she might not be a wolf after all left her feeling adrift. How could she be a Luna without the ability to shift or the instincts of a wolf?

“But... how is that possible?” Y/N asked, her voice betraying her confusion. "How can I be a Luna if I'm not a wolf?"

Harry looked pensive, pondering the same questions. "I don't have all the answers yet. I've been trying to unravel the mystery of your lineage. It's clear Richard, your father, is a human. But your mother's past remains elusive. I've searched our records, but there are gaps in the information."

Y/N was caught between a sense of relief that her confusion wasn't baseless and a rising worry about the implications of her unknown heritage. "What does this mean for me and for the pack?"

Harry leaned against his desk, the weight of the situation heavy on his shoulders. "It's uncharted territory, Y/N. A Luna who's not a wolf is unprecedented in our pack's history. But I believe in adaptability and strength. Being a Luna isn't solely about shifting; it's about being a pillar of support and guidance."

"But what if I can't fulfill that role properly?" Y/N voiced her fear.

"We'll navigate this together," Harry reassured, his gaze unwavering. "We'll lean on the traditions and values of our pack. Your humanity doesn't diminish your worth or the potential influence you can have."

Y/N absorbed his words, trying to find solace in his conviction. "So, what now?"

"We'll continue investigating your mother's past," Harry stated. "Perhaps finding out more about her will shed light on your abilities or lack thereof. It's a puzzle we'll piece together, step by step."

Y/N listened intently to Harry's words, absorbing the possibility that her connection to her wolf was somehow suppressed. It made sense in a way; she had never experienced the bond of a pack or the embrace of the moonlight on a nightly run as a wolf.

"So, you believe that being around the pack, spending time with you and Niall, might awaken this dormant aspect of me?" she asked, trying to wrap her head around the concept.

Harry nodded. "Yes, precisely. The bond with the pack, the camaraderie, and the unity we share — these are vital elements in helping your latent wolf nature come to the surface. It's a journey, Y/N, and we'll take it step by step."

Y/N sighed, feeling a mix of anxiety and hope. "I'm willing to try. But it's a lot to take in."

He placed a comforting hand on her shoulder. "I understand. We'll go at your pace. The pack is patient, and so am I."

Though the pack link, he was told that dinner had been served. It was tradition for everyone in the pack house to have a daily meal all together. It strengthens the pack especially for the younger wolves. Harry’s father had come up with the tradition.

“Hungry?” He asked her, “Dinner has been set downstairs. Come on”

“with everyone else?” She was nervous. Y/N felt like an outsider. She couldn’t believe that he wanted her to sit and have dinner with a bunch of strangers.

Harry extended his hand towards Y/N, a casual invitation to dinner, but as she hesitated, he gave her an encouraging smile. "Come on, it's just dinner. They won’t bite”.

She glanced at his outstretched hand, feeling a mix of uncertainty and a strange flutter in her chest. Harry had a presence that was hard to ignore, magnetic and captivating. It was no wonder he was the alpha.

After a brief pause, she took his hand, feeling an unexpected surge of warmth. The touch was electrifying, sending a shiver through her. Startled, she quickly pulled away.

"Is everything okay?" Harry asked, a look of concern in his eyes.

"Yeah, I'm fine," Y/N stammered, slightly flustered. "Just... static electricity, I guess."

Harry chuckled softly, a knowing glint in his eyes. "Static electricity, huh? Interesting. Did it feel like a little shock or something more?"

Y/N hesitated, unsure of how to answer. She had indeed felt something more, a tingling sensation that seemed to spark a connection between them. It was a feeling she couldn't quite put into words.

"I'm not sure," she finally admitted. "It was just a brief sensation."

Harry nodded, seemingly accepting her explanation. "Well, let's head to dinner then."

As they walked towards the dining area, Y/N couldn't help but replay that moment in her mind. It was as if the touch had awakened something within her, a spark that she hadn't anticipated. She wondered if it was merely her imagination or if there was something more to it.

The dining area was bustling with activity, pack members chatting and laughing as they enjoyed their meals. Harry led her to a seat, and as they sat down, Y/N couldn't shake off the odd feeling from earlier.

The atmosphere in the dining room shifted palpably as Y/N walked in with Harry and people realized that she wasn’t part of the pack. Conversations hushed, and curious gazes followed their path. She could feel the eyes of the pack on her, evaluating, analyzing. The tension was thick, and it made her a bit uneasy.

As they reached the table, Harry pulled a chair next to him, indicating for her to sit. Despite the subtle nervousness, the pack remained respectful, their manners impeccable. It was evident that Harry's presence commanded a certain level of deference from them.

She sat down beside Harry, acutely aware of the attention she was receiving. Harry, being the charismatic alpha, handled the situation with ease. He greeted and acknowledged his pack members, introducing Y/N briefly.

"This is Y/N," he said, his voice carrying through the room. "She's a friend who's come to spend some time with us. I'd appreciate it if you all made her feel welcome." Harry decided to keep it short. He didn’t want to introduce her as the Luna just yet. He knew that if he did it would cause mayhem. He needed for Y/N to adjust first before throwing it out there.

The pack nodded in acknowledgment, their expressions shifting from surprise to warm smiles, accepting Harry's request without question. It was a display of the loyalty and respect they held for their alpha.

Y/N greeted them with a smile, trying her best to put them at ease. “It's a pleasure to meet you all.”

During dinner, Harry engaged her in conversation, sharing stories about the pack and its traditions. Y/N listened attentively, trying to absorb all the new information. She felt a growing sense of respect for Harry and the responsibilities he carried as the alpha.

As dinner progressed, she noticed the ease with which Harry interacted with everyone, his genuine care for the pack evident in every word and gesture. The admiration she felt for him grew, and she found herself drawn to his presence.

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Enticing 43 — Harry Styles

Summary: Harry is a young billionaire and CEO of his own company. He mostly keeps to himself, he is stern and very meticulous when it comes to business. He also likes to keep his personal life very private for the sake of his newly born son Oliver Styles. It isn't until he meets Y/N Y/L/N that everything changes. She becomes his new nanny after his previous one quits due to personal reasons. She is young, caring, and sweet. Will they ignore their feelings? Will Harry's girlfriend accept their love and leave them? Will she be able to cope with his busy agenda? What about Oliver's mother? Where is she? Who is she?

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Y/N slowly blinked her eyes open, her head still throbbing but now slightly dulled. She found herself in a hospital room, the sterile scent of antiseptic filled the air. Panic from the memories of the assault shot through her momentarily until she saw a familiar face beside her.

“Harry,” She whispered, her voice weak and raspy.

Harry looked up from where he had been sitting, worry etched across his features. Y/N could tell that he hadn’t gotten any sleep. His hair is messy, and he had tired eyes. “Y/N, love, how are you feeling?”

She managed a faint smile. “Hurt but seeing you here help.”

He stood up and walked to her. He gently took her hand, concerned in his eyes. “I nearly got a heart attack when I got the call that you have been attacked. Canceled everything, got on the jet and flew back as quick as I could” Harry kissed her hand, and he pressed it against his cheek. He was glad that she was finally feeling warm again.

Tears welled up in her eyes, overwhelmed by his devotion and love. “I don’t know what I could do without you.”

He leaned over and kissed her forehead tenderly. “You don’t have to go through anything alone. I’ll always be here.”

The hospital room seemed to grow quieter, a weighty silence settling in as Harry's expression turned serious. He held Y/N’s hand gently, his eyes locked onto hers, urging her to share the painful truth

“I need to know what happened. Please, tell me”

Tears welled up again, and she took a deep, shuddering breath, gathering the courage to recount the traumatic events. She described how James had confronted her, his anger escalating as she stood her ground. The violence, the shove, the impact against the building — each word felt like a jagged piece of her soul, but she pushed through, needing to share her truth with Harry.

“He pushed and shoved me around” She whispered, her voice quivering with the weight of the memory. “My head hit the wall and everything went blurry”.

Harry’s grip on her hand tightened as he listened, his jaw clenched in anger and sorrow. He wanted to reach back in time and shield her from that pain, erase the scars left by someone who claimed to love her.

“You are safe now” Harry said, his voiced filled with both tenderness and determination

His words wrapped around her like a warm embrace, offering solace and strength. In that moment, she knew that she had chosen the right a person to share her life with — the one who stood by her, ready to help her rebuild and to heal.

Concerned etched across her face, Y/N gently touched her stomach, her worry for the little life growing inside her apparent in her eyes. “Is the baby okay, Harry?”

Harry placed a hand over hers, offering reassurance. “The doctors checked, love. The baby is alright. You had a concussion and they had to stitch your head, but they assured us that the baby seems fine”.

A wave of relief washed over Y/N, and she let out a shaky breath. “Thank goodness”.

Harry leaned in, pressing a tender kiss to her forehead. “I promise you, Y/N. I’ll never leave you without security again. We’ll take every measure to ensure your safety”.

She nodded, gratitude filling her heart. “I know we’ll get through this together”.

Determination set in Harry’s gaze. “Absolutely. And about how he found you. I’ll look into it. We’ll figure out how he got that information. I won’t rest until he is behind bars, where he can’t harm you or anyone else.”

Harry gently brushed a lock of hair behind Y/N's ear, his worry etched on his face. He took a deep breath, gathering the courage to voice his concern. "Y/N, love, I've been thinking. Given what happened, I'm worried about your safety. I don't want you to be alone, especially with him out there."

Y/N looked at Harry, her heart touched by his genuine concern and love. She knew he was right; her ex-boyfriend was a threat, and she needed to prioritize her safety. "What are you suggesting?"

He took her hand in his, squeezing it gently. "I think it would be best if you moved in with me. At least temporary. I had plans to find a place together after our trip, and I think now is the right time to make that move. We'll create a safe haven for us."

Tears welled up in Y/N's eyes, overwhelmed by Harry's protective nature and love. “I love you for it. I’m grateful to have you and to start this new chapter together. Apart from the circumstances"

He smiled softly, wiping away a tear that escaped her eye. "We'll make it our home, filled with love and happiness. I want you to feel safe and at peace, always."

They both knew it was the right decision, a step toward solidifying their commitment to each other and their future. Harry's protective instincts were fierce, and Y/N knew that together, they could face anything that came their way.

"I'm ready, Harry," she said, her voice steady with determination. "Let's move forward”.

Harry leaned in and pressed a tender kiss to her forehead. "I love you, Y/N”.

And in that moment, as they made plans for their new apartment and the life they would build together, they found solace in each other's arms—a sanctuary of love and safety that would guide them through the trials and triumphs that lay ahead.

As the morning sun streamed through the windows, Y/N slowly woke up in the comforting surroundings of Harry's apartment. The throbbing pain in her head had lessened, thanks to the medication prescribed by the hospital. Today marked the beginning of her healing process, both physically and emotionally.

Harry, being the caring partner he was, had already left for work, but he had made sure that Y/N was in good hands. Mrs. Johnson, the kind-hearted housekeeper, was there to assist her. Harry had also arranged for her work setup, ensuring that she could continue her tasks from the comfort of their new home.

Y/N gingerly made her way to the living room, where a small desk had been set up for her. Her laptop, a cozy blanket, and some snacks were neatly arranged, waiting for her. A vase of fresh flowers sat beside the laptop, brightening up the space.

"He really thought of everything," Y/N said, gratitude warming her heart.

Mrs. Johnson smiled warmly. "Mr. Styles wanted to make sure you're comfortable. If you need anything, dear, just let me know."

With a thankful nod, Y/N settled into her work, appreciating the effort Harry had put into making her surroundings as cozy and conducive to healing as possible. The familiar hum of her laptop and the comforting presence of Mrs. Johnson allowed her to immerse herself in her work.

Throughout the day, Mrs. Johnson made sure Y/N had everything she needed, from fresh tea to occasional snacks. The hours passed, and Y/N found solace in her work, a distraction from the recent traumatic events.

Later in the afternoon, Harry returned home, worry still etched on his features. He walked into the living room, where Y/N was immersed in her work.

"How are you feeling, darlin?" Harry asked, concern evident in his eyes.

Y/N looked up and managed a weak smile. "Better, thanks to you and Mrs. Johnson”

Harry sat down beside her, reaching for her hand. "You're my priority, Y/N. Always. Aside from Oliver"

Together, they continued their day, finding comfort in each other's presence and the promise of a future where they would support and love each other through every challenge life threw their way.

The cozy living room of Harry's apartment had transformed into a hub of excitement and anticipation. Harry sat on the couch, his adorable son, Oliver, resting peacefully on his chest. Y/N, with her laptop on her lap, was leaning against Harry, browsing through pictures of apartments and furniture.

As they scrolled through the images, they shared their ideas and visions for their new home. Each picture sparked conversations filled with dreams and possibilities.

Y/N pointed to a picture of a spacious, sunlit living room with large windows that offered a stunning view of the city skyline. “Look at this one. Imagine waking up to this view every morning."

Harry's eyes lit up as he gazed at the image. "It’s better than here”.

Oliver, seemingly aware of the conversation, let out a happy gurgle, as if agreeing with his father’s and girlfriend opinion.

They continued their virtual apartment hunt, discussing the features that were most important to them. A modern kitchen for Y/N to indulge in her passion for cooking, a spacious nursery for Oliver, and a cozy bedroom where they could unwind together after long days.

"what about the furniture?" Y/N asked, her eyes gleaming with excitement. "We should pick something that suits our style and feels like 'home'."

Harry nodded in agreement. "Absolutely. Let's make sure it's comfortable and welcoming. Something we'll both love coming back to."

They spent hours browsing through various furniture designs and styles, taking inspiration from different aesthetics. Y/N had a keen eye for interior design, and Harry admired her taste.

As the day turned into evening, they eventually closed the laptop, satisfied with the ideas they had gathered. Harry gently placed Oliver in his crib, and they continued to discuss their plans...

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Vicious 5 || Harry Styles

Summary: Harry Styles, the cold and calculating son of a powerful mafia don, must consolidate power after his father's passing. He faces challenges from his unpredictable younger brother, Silas, and navigates a complex world of alliances, ruthless decisions, and family loyalty. Amidst the intrigue, the elegant and alluring Y/N Castellano, the daughter of an Italian mafia boss, attends the funeral and finds herself drawn to Harry. As power dynamics shift and the future remains uncertain, the story explores the dark and dangerous allure of the mafia, the weight of family legacies, and the potential for unexpected connections in a world defined by secrecy and ruthlessness.

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"He's gone." Federico had essentially abandoned her there. He denied her a place in the car, covertly ordered her bags packed, leaving her feeling betrayed by her own father. She wasn't prepared to move in; the prospect of residing in the unfamiliar manor, with its intricate family dynamics, intimidated her. Y/N sensed the impending challenges of being accepted into the family, particularly given her less-than-amicable start with Harry. Fear gripped her as she contemplated the potential difficulties that lay ahead. "I suppose I'm moving in now."

"Who gave you that order?" Harry's questioning tone cut through the air. The last thing he needed was an unfamiliar presence wandering the estate, potentially stirring up trouble. His distrust of her was palpable—she wasn't part of the family, and in his eyes, that meant she hadn't earned any respect or loyalty.

"My father," Y/N retorted, a hint of annoyance evident in her eyes. "Listen, I don't want to be here. The feeling is mutual. I'll be out of your hair as soon as I'm able to leave."

Harry turned to Charlie, seeking answers. "Where is Lex?" Confusion mirrored on Charlie's face, matching Harry's bewilderment.

"He's downstairs, disposing of some things," Y/N revealed, her eyes rolling in disdain.

"He's taking care of the body downstairs," she added, a subtle revelation conveyed to Harry. His sharp gaze turned towards the Italian woman.

"No one was talking to you. Mind your own fucking business," Charlie snapped at Y/N, an unspoken tension filling the room. Unfazed, Y/N merely shrugged, seemingly unaffected by the hostility directed her way. The stage was set for a collision of personalities within the intricate web of the English mafia.

"Go find Silas," Harry commanded Charlie.

"Where is he?"

"How would I know, Charlie?! Go find him. He is probably doing nothing as always," Harry retorted, his frustration evident. The presence of Y/N in the estate irked him; it meant he had to be more discreet about his activities. Her moving in seemed to symbolize a level of commitment he wasn't ready for.

"Who is Silas?" Y/N inquired, her tone laced with curiosity. "Also, can I get a room? Just to leave all of my stuff and shit?"

"Do you know that you ask too many questions?" Harry responded, fingers flying over his phone as he texted Lex, attempting to bring him into his immediate service. There were tasks at hand, and Lex was the only one capable of assisting him.

"You called?" Silas appeared, extricating himself from Charlie's grasp. She had essentially pulled him away from his haven, where he spent his days immersed in books, avoiding the inevitable clashes with Harry.

"Find Y/N a room and keep her out of the way," Harry ordered Silas. The strained atmosphere between the brothers had lingered since their father's funeral, the bitter taste of disappointment for Silas, who felt that Arthur's will had unequivocally favored Harry. Silas turned to glance at Y/N, sizing her up with a mixture of curiosity and disdain.

"Who do you think I am? Her fucking babysitter?" Silas spat, disdain dripping from his words. "I've got better things to do than to be at your beck and call." He pivoted on his heel, ready to leave, but Harry had other plans. Something had snapped within him—perhaps it was the insubordination in front of Y/N and his men or the lingering discomfort from Silas's entrance at their father's funeral. Whatever it was, Harry saw red.

Without warning, Harry reached out and seized Silas by the back of his shirt, forcefully bringing him back. A swift punch connected with Silas's nose, and the onslaught continued. The sounds of bones crunching and blood splattering filled the air, and Y/N, horrified, shouted, "STOP! YOU'RE GOING TO KILL HIM!" Desperation colored her voice as she tried to pull the enraged Harry away from his battered brother.

Y/N surveyed the room, taking in the unsettling sight of men passively observing Harry disfigure Silas's face. A chilling stillness gripped the air; none of them made a move, objected, or attempted to intervene. They knew the unwritten rule: interfering would redirect Harry's wrath onto themselves, and none dared to challenge the boss. The ominous tableau unfolded, a tableau of silent submission.

Harry eventually halted his assault, his knuckles worn and Silas's body limp beneath him. The room bore witness to a scene reminiscent of a crime documentary, with Harry rising from his knees to his feet. Specks of blood adorned the collar and sleeves of his button-down shirt, and his hands were stained, knuckles split open. Unfazed, he pushed his hair back, presenting a picture of calculated violence.

Without a word to Y/N or anyone else, Harry retrieved a cigarette from his pocket. As he walked past Y/N, a cold and sinister look lingered on his face, leaving an indelible impression on the room's atmosphere.

Y/N waited until Harry left the room and knelt beside Silas. His face bore the evidence of the brutal assault—cuts, a fractured nose, bruised and purple skin, busted lip, and injured eyebrows.

“Don’t touch him or move him,” Charlie warned, already dialing his phone.

“He needs help,” she argued, the memories of her father's similar actions resurfacing, though never with such hatred and never directed at his own brother.

“I know,” Charlie nodded, “What do you think I am doing?” Within ten minutes, the medic and nurse living on the grounds arrived. Silas was carefully transferred upstairs. Y/N could only hope he would recover.

Charlie guided her to a room, noticeably smaller and darker than what she was accustomed to.

“I'm sure this will be enough for you,” Charlie stated. “Dinner will be at eight,” he added before leaving the bedroom. The bed, though not as grand as her usual one, boasted a beautiful canopy, casting a shadow over the somber atmosphere of the English manor.

The bedroom held an air of antiquity, its walls adorned with dark, polished wood paneling that seemed to absorb the ambient light. Heavy drapes, drawn tightly shut, further dimmed the space, casting an almost melancholic aura. The canopy over the bed boasted intricate patterns, a testament to craftsmanship from a bygone era. Despite the opulence of the bed, the room's overall atmosphere felt cold and unwelcoming. An ornate vanity mirror stood in the corner, reflecting the somber scene within the room. The furniture, though well-maintained, bore signs of wear, hinting at the passage of time and the weight of secrets held within the walls of the English manor.

Y/N immersed herself in the task of unfolding and hanging the clothes that had been packed for her, all the while dialing her best friend, Giana. Their friendship had withstood the test of time, enduring since the tender age of five. However, Giana now lived in the clutches of an Italian marriage, leaving Y/N feeling the void of her absence.

"Hi," Giana whispered, orchestrating her escape from the bedroom into the bathroom, where the sound of running water provided a disguise for her voice. The last thing Giana needed was to be overheard by her husband, Augusto. “How is everything?”

"My dad basically kicked me out of the house. I am now staying con gli inglesi," Y/N shared, her voice reflecting a mix of frustration and sadness.

"How is Harry treating you?" Giana inquired, sensing an underlying distress in her friend's response. Y/N couldn't hold back tears as she recounted the distressing scene she had just witnessed. "Quello che è successo?" Giana asked, concerned and probing for details.

"He beat his brother almost to death. It was horrible," Y/N admitted between soft sobs. The realization of the kind of man Harry was had unsettled her deeply. "I don’t know if I can take all of this. I want to leave already. Maybe it is time to put our plan in action."

Giana glanced nervously at the locked bathroom door, a barrier between her and the turmoil of her own married life.

"I don’t know, Y/N," she hesitantly responded. "What if we get caught? The repercussions can be worse."

"But what if we succeed, G? What if we can finally get away from all this shit and live a tranquil life, running that little cafe that you have always wanted to open in a very secluded town? Far and far away from our fathers and nightmares?" Y/N proposed, yearning for an escape from the suffocating grip of their current lives.

Before Giana could respond, and while she contemplated her life, the door began to be pounded by Augusto as he screamed for her to come out.

“I- I can’t, Y/N,” she nervously said, attempting to stay focused on their conversation rather than her husband's escalating shouts. “He won’t let me. He'll search until he finds me.”

“We can do it. You deserve a better life, G. Remember how miserably our mothers were and how young they died,” Y/N urged, able to hear the escalating shouts and the incessant banging on the door.

“Bene, but it must happen tonight,” Giana clarified. Her husband had some business to attend to, which only meant that she would have time to devise a plan to escape the premises.

“Okay. Stasera. Call me when you are able,” Y/N finally said before hanging up. The urgency in Giana's situation only fueled their determination to break free from the shackles of their oppressive lives.

She couldn’t wait. Y/N had to leave before dinner. At dinner all the men would be gather and waiting for her appereance. She had to escape before. That was the only way that she wuld have a chance.

Y/N sat on the edge of the bed, her mind racing as she contemplated the escape plan. She glanced around the room, looking for any potential obstacles or challenges. The window seemed like her best bet; it was a risk, but she had to take it. The room's dim lighting and heavy drapes provided some cover, and she knew Harry would be too occupied with whatever he had happening to go check on her.

First, she quietly opened the window, praying it wouldn't creak and give her away. The chilly night air swept into the room, and Y/N took a deep breath, steadying her nerves. She gathered a few essentials into a small bag – some clothes, her passport, and a bit of money she had managed to save over the years.

Y/N could still hear Harry’s muffled shouts from the other side of the house, giving her a sense of urgency. She looked back at the bed, debating whether to leave a note, but to who? None cared enough for her to want to know.

She experimented with various drapes and bed sheets from her room, carefully easing them down the window. Surveying the scene from her vantage point, she concluded that the space below was empty, ensuring her descent would go unnoticed.

With a quick glance around the room to make sure she had packed all the essentials in her bag, Y/N took a deep breath, summoning the courage to execute her plan. She wrapped the makeshift rope around her hands, securing it tightly, and then began her descent, cautiously lowering herself from the window.

The night air brushed against her face as she descended, and each inch brought her closer to freedom. The silence of the estate enveloped her, and Y/N couldn't help but feel a mixture of fear and excitement. The ground neared, and with a soft landing, she released the makeshift rope.

Swiftly making her way to the edge of the property, Y/N took cover in the shadows, avoiding any security cameras or patrolling guards.

Waiting until the echoes of footsteps and voices faded into the night, Y/N swiftly darted into the dense woods. The moonlight filtered through the branches, casting an ethereal glow on her determined face. Each step carried her farther away from the imposing estate and the looming fate of an arranged marriage to Harry.

Navigating the shadows and weaving through the trees, Y/N pressed on with a sense of urgency. The forest concealed her movements as she sought a path that would lead her to a road, a lifeline to escape the impending union. The rustling leaves beneath her hurried steps seemed to echo the beats of her racing heart.

In the silence of the woods, Y/N contemplated the enormity of her decision. Yet, the prospect of freedom, away from the suffocating expectations and uncertainties, fueled her resolve. The night air carried both the weight of her familial ties and the promise of a new beginning, and she pressed on, guided by the hope of a life of her own choosing.

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Enticing 42 — Harry Styles

Summary: Harry is a young billionaire and CEO of his own company. He mostly keeps to himself, he is stern and very meticulous when it comes to business. He also likes to keep his personal life very private for the sake of his newly born son Oliver Styles. It isn't until he meets Y/N Y/L/N that everything changes. She becomes his new nanny after his previous one quits due to personal reasons. She is young, caring, and sweet. Will they ignore their feelings? Will Harry's girlfriend accept their love and leave them? Will she be able to cope with his busy agenda? What about Oliver's mother? Where is she? Who is she?

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The soft glow of dawn crept through the window, casting a gentle light on the room. Y/N stirred in her sleep, feeling the warmth of the bed and the soft sheets around her. As she slowly began to wake, she became aware of a gentle hand shaking her shoulder.

“Y/N,” a familiar voice whispered. She blinked her eyes open to see Harry sitting on the bed, looking impeccable in a tailored suit and with the scent of freshly bathed skin lingering in the air.

“Mmm?” Y/N mumbled, still half-asleep, trying to comprehend what Harry was saying.

“I have to head to London. I have an important meeting today,” Harry explained, his tone gentle but urgent. “I need to leave early. I'll try my best to get back tonight.”

Y/N rubbed her eyes and sat up, trying to shake off the drowsiness. “London? Today?” she asked, the information slowly sinking in. It was rare for Harry to have meetings that required him to travel to London on such short notice.

Harry nodded, concern and determination in his eyes. “Yes, love. It's rather unexpected, but it's crucial. I'll make it back as soon as I can.”

She glanced at the clock and realized how early it was. “Alright,” Y/N murmured, her mind still in a sleepy haze. “I need to get ready for work anyway. Just be safe, okay?”

He smiled warmly, leaning down to press a soft kiss on her forehead. “I'll be careful, I promise. I'll call you as soon as I have a chance.”

Y/N nodded, feeling a mix of pride and worry for Harry's responsibilities. She knew how important his work was and admired his dedication.

Harry quickly finished getting ready, grabbing his briefcase and jacket. He bent down to give her a lingering kiss. “I love you,” he whispered, his eyes expressing his genuine affection. “

“I love you too,” she replied softly, reaching up to stroke his cheek. “Take care, and good luck with your meeting.”

With a final smile, Harry left their shared apartment, leaving Y/N alone sleep for a few more hours and to prepare for the day. As she went about her morning routine, thoughts of Harry lingered in her mind. She knew that no matter how busy their lives got, they always found a way to make it work.

A few hours later as Y/N finished her morning routine and prepared to leave for work, she noticed a folded piece of paper on the nightstand beside her bed. Curiosity piqued, she picked it up and unfolded the note to find Harry's familiar handwriting.

“My Love,

I hope this note finds you well. I wanted to let you know that my entire staff is at your disposal today. If you need anything at all, please don't hesitate to ask. Andrew will be your dedicated point of contact, and he'll take care of anything you need.

If you require a driver to take you to work or back to the apartment later, it's all arranged. Just let them know, and they'll be there for you. Andrew's number is included below in case of any emergencies.

Remember, you are never alone, even when I'm away. I'm always just a call away, and I'll be home as soon as I can. Take care, and have a wonderful day at work. I love you.

Always, H”

A warm smile spread across Y/N's face as she read Harry's thoughtful words. His consideration and love for her were evident in this simple but caring gesture. It made her heart swell with affection and gratitude for having him in her life.

She saved Andrew's number in her phone, appreciating the support system Harry had put in place for her. The knowledge that Harry had made arrangements to ensure her comfort and safety made her feel loved and cherished.

As Y/N finished getting ready for work, she contacted the driver as Harry had arranged. The driver was waiting outside the building, ready to take her to work. Just as she walked out of the building, she heard her name being called. She turned around and saw James, her ex-boyfriend, standing there. He quickly approached her, stopping her from getting into the car. “Y/N!” James called out, his voice filled with urgency. Y/N's heart skipped a beat as she locked eyes with him. It had been so long since they last saw each other, and the unexpected encounter caught her off guard.

“James?” Y/N managed to say, her voice tinged with surprise and confusion. Memories of their past relationship flooded her mind, bringing a mix of emotions to the surface.

“I've been trying to reach you,” James said, his tone filled with concern. “I need to talk to you”.

Y/N's heart raced as she locked eyes with James, her ex-boyfriend. Memories of their past relationship flooded her mind, bringing a mix of fear and unease. She knew what James was capable of and the reasons she had cut off all communication with him after they returned from Italy.

“James?” Y/N managed to say, her voice trembling with a mix of surprise and apprehension. She took a step back, creating some distance between them. “There's nothing to talk about. I don't know how you found me, but I need you to leave.”

James' expression turned desperate as he reached out, trying to grab Y/N's arm. “Please, just hear me out,” he pleaded, his voice tinged with desperation. “I've changed, Y/N. I want a chance to explain.”

Y/N's fear intensified as she pulled away from James, her voice firm and resolute. "No, James. I can't take that risk. I've moved on from our past, and I need you to respect that. Leave me alone."

Y/N's heart raced as James cornered her, his eyes filled with anger and determination. Fear gripped her as she realized she was trapped, unable to escape his grasp.

"You can't get away from me," James sneered, his voice laced with menace. "I won't let you go so easily."

Y/N's mind raced, searching for a way out of this dangerous situation. She mustered up all her courage and spoke firmly, her voice tinged with defiance. "You need to leave, James. I won't let you threaten me anymore. I'm not the person I was before, and I won't be controlled by you."

James' expression turned even more menacing as he tightened his grip on her arm. "You think you can just move on and forget about me? You're mine,"

Y/N felt her heart race as James’s anger boiled over, his grip on her arm tightening. Fear coursed through her veins, memories of their tumultuous past flashing before her eyes. She knew she had to be strong, for herself, for the baby growing inside of her and for the love that she has found for Harry again.

“James, let go” Y.N said firmly, her voice quivering but resolute. “This is not okay, and it’s not going to change anything”.

He sneered, his grip relenting slightly. “You think you can just move on and forget everything we had?”

“It’s not about forgetting,” she replied, her voice gaining strength. “It’s about moving forward and finding happiness.”

James’s face contorted with rage, fueled by Y/N’s rejection. Without restraint, he shoved her forcefully, causing her to collide with the unforgiving side of the building. Pain erupted through her head, an immediate, searing throb that made her stagger, her vision blurring.

Gasping, Y/N clutched the back of her head, warm stickiness coating her trembling feels. Fear surged within her, mixing with the agony pulsing in her skull. She could feel the world spinning around her, threatening to pull her into unconsciousness.

Harry’s driver was out of the car as soon as he noticed James's hands on her. Unfortunately, he hadn’t noticed James or Y/N coming down. He had been on his phone, entertained watching some videos online.

“Y/N!” Max’s voice broke through the haze of pain and dizziness, his alarmed face coming into view. James was kick on his feet as soon as he heard Max calling out to her.

Every fiber of her being screamed with torment, but she summoned the strength to focus on Max’s concerned eyes. He swiftly came to her aid, his steady presence grounding her in the chaotic moment.

“We need to get you help, now” Max urged, his voice urgent and soothing. He bent down and swift her off her feet. He could tell that she was able to make the steps to the car. Every step sent shockwaves of pain through her head, but she gritted her teeth, desperate to stay conscious, to stay strong.

The hospital walls became a blur as she was whisked into the emergency room. Medical professionals swarmed around her, attending to the injury that now pulsed with an instant beat. She fought to stay present, to endure the stitches and the probing questions. But it got the best of her, and she succumb to the darkness.

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