"Didn't your parents ever tell you not to talk to strangers?" I hover over her body. "Well if I do remember correctly you came on to me." She smiles innocently. "Nobody like a smartass." "And no one likes a dick." I chuckle. "You wanna play games angel?" "How can I play if I don't know the rules?" I cock my head to the side. "There are no rules...Although I do want something from you." I whisper. "Oh, and what would that be?" Grabbing her by the waist I bring her close to my chest and dip my hand under her skirt only to find that she was bare. "No underwear? Naughty girl." "Let go of me!" She struggles. "Your mind is telling me to leave but baby," I slip my finger inside of her, "Your soaking wet pussy is begging me to stay." // He didn't care about anybody's heart. Until it was hers. ♤ [Mature]

They never told you that the monster under your bed could have a set of beautiful forest green eyes and an angelic smile. -a story in which a girl is taken by a notorious gang member that lives beneath the world's feet. THIS IS A TRILOGY BOOK (1/3) *COMPLETED* HIGHEST RANKINGS #1 in harrystyles #1 in fanfiction #1 in one direction NOT ALLOWING TRANSLATIONS FOR THIS OR THE REST OF THE TRILOGY! MATURE READ! ALL RIGHTS RESERVED @happydays1d/// CONTAINS VULGAR LANGUAGE, VIOLENCE AND SEXUAL CONTENT. READ AT OWN RISK///

Don't you call her baby. We're not talking lately. Don't you call her what you used to call me... A story in which a girl who writes songs falls in love with the boy who sings them. "Color...What a deep and mysterious language, the language of dreams." - Paul Gauguin. DO NOT PRINT MY BOOKS! *TW: story contains mature topics such as mental abuse, PTSD, minor drug usage, and minor sexual content.*

It's the moment every girl dreams of. Harry Styles walked into your life.

"You're mine." Harry pushes me up against the wall and holds his hands to the back of my thigh. "Say it." I just stand there, my stomach feeling like it's about to burst with nervousness. "Say it!" He demands. "I'm yours, Harry." My breathes stuttering. The truth is I'm terrified of him.

" She was much more beautiful when she cried...Maybe that's why I liked to make her cry so often. " I wrote this about 5 years ago when I was 13 and I was a kinky hoe in those days so some of this stuff is very intense, but I'm not changing anything. Please if you don't like the story or the detail don't read because it could definitely be too much for some |WARNING: TRIGGER WARNING CONTAINS •VIOLENCE •STRONG LANGUAGE •BLOOD