✼ In Malibu, California in 1965, a surfer and world-famous aerialist undergoes a chain of comedic and not-so-comedic mishaps that force him to re-evaluate who he is. ✼ Most impressive rankings // #2 in Conflict and #62 in Comedy! ✼ Voted #1 in the 2019 VA Awards for both Alternate Universe and Fan Favorite! ✼ Please read with discretion.

Underground, deep in the centre of London lies Verbatim. A super exclusive club that hosts elite rap battles. But in the world of drugs, guns and gangs comes the adventure of a lifetime. Zuri finds herself in the elusive club one Saturday night but soon runs into trouble when her path crosses with the Mr Tall Dark and Dangerous, Harry Styles. Styles, the owner of Verbatim has bigger problems on his plate other than the pure young woman that stumbles into his life yet he can't seem to get her out of his mind. A story of sex, crime and deceit.

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

𝑆ℎ𝑒 ℎ𝑎𝑑 𝑛𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑒𝑥𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑐𝑒𝑑 𝑎𝑛 𝑎𝑢𝑟𝑎 𝑞𝑢𝑖𝑡𝑒 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 ℎ𝑖𝑠. 𝑂𝑛𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 ℎ𝑎𝑑 𝑎 𝑝ℎ𝑦𝑠𝑖𝑐𝑎𝑙 𝑝𝑢𝑙𝑙 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑒𝑛𝑠𝑛𝑎𝑟𝑒𝑑 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑦𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑖𝑛 𝑤𝑜𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑎𝑑𝑜𝑟𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛. 𝐻𝑖𝑠 𝑖𝑛𝑐𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑠𝑐𝑒𝑛𝑐𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑢𝑛𝑖𝑞𝑢𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑜𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑙𝑑 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑠ℎ𝑒 𝑏𝑎𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑑 𝑖𝑛 𝑖𝑡 𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑛𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑎𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑑. 𝐿𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑠ℎ𝑒 𝑜𝑟𝑏𝑖𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑎𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑑 ℎ𝑖𝑚 𝑎𝑛𝑑 ℎ𝑒 𝑒𝑛𝑠𝑢𝑟𝑒𝑑 𝑠ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑖𝑛 𝑠𝑦𝑛𝑐 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ ℎ𝑖𝑚, 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑡𝑤𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑠 𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑤𝑖𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝑜𝑔𝑒𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑢𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑙 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑤𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑜𝑛𝑒. In which Harry falls for her cherry heels and golden aura, encasing him in a liquified supernova of love. This is a work of fiction. Mature content. 18+ Started: December 2020 Completed: October 2021 I DO NOT CONDONE TRANSLATIONS OR PDF PRINTING OF MY WORK.