Working for a world-leading mafia, Harry knows how to kill, how to hunt his victims, and how to avoid any company of any kind. He's used to a lonely, quiet, and harsh environment. He is the best at what he does. And everything he does becomes problematic when he's assigned to protect the boss's daughter from world-known killers. Catalina tries to understand him, eventually failing because instead she falls for a man so willing to resist her. [Contains Mature Content]

18+ / Very Mature "Please, this is like cliche-central. With a kinky twist." ††† I step under the hot stream of water, soaking my hair, and take a deep breathe. I try and clear my mind, focusing on the way the water feels hitting my body. I turn around, opening my eyes, only to shout out a curse and stumble back. Emma is directly in front of me, taking off her tank top, eyes glued to my body. I hadn't shut the curtains, thinking no one would be in here, and I didn't know if I was happy or mad I did that. I stood there speechless as her small hands grasped the bottom of her sports bra. I inhaled sharply when she pulled it up and over her head, exposing her breasts. They jiggled slightly as she tossed her clothes to the side, and I found my heart rate quickening at an alarming rate. "W-what are you doing?" I breathe out as she pulls her leggings down her body, leaving her in just a thong. "Showering." Emma tells me as if it's obvious.

// "...Harry? I thought you went home." "Turns out home isn't a place anymore, Flower." // In which a drug dealer takes on more than he bargained for when he's assigned to look after the bosses' daughter.

// "Shit Flower, I miss you." // In which a former drug dealer who fell in love with the bosses' daughter finds himself still loving her. [sequel to flower]

Elena Carter was the most beautiful and popular girl you'd ever lay your eyes on. She has the perfect face, perfect personality, and perfect grades. She's the most popular girl in her high school in Holmes Chapel, and everyone adores her. Harry Styles is the school's bad ass. You would see him with his four best friends, Louis Tomlinson, Liam Payne, Zayn Malik, and Niall Horan all the time. It's safe to say that Harry's the leader of the group, and it's also safe to say that those four boys are the more feared people in Holmes Chapel. They get drunk, get into fights, and just have that bad guy aura around them. Harry and Elena are polar opposites. So what happens when detention brings them together? And Elena's parents try to tear them apart?

Elena and Harry. High school sweethearts. Elena Carter. A photographer in Los Angeles that had everyone wanting her to take their picture. Harry Styles. Girls worship the very ground he walks on. People recognize Elena as the famous Harry Styles' ex girlfriend, but to her pleasure, the fans don't bother her too much. Although, she does have over ten thousand followers on Twitter. More than she should in her opinion. A year without contact, and Elena and Harry finally reunited. But he's famous and she's partially famous for her photography skills. But when they meet again, will old sparks once again form? Or will one be hot while the other's just cold?

"Harry if we are going to do this no one can know!" I say. He looks at me with his green eyes piercing in mine. "Not even Niall?" Taking a deep breath I say the words I have been dreading. "He has to know. I can't hide something like this from him. He's my brother!" ***** BIRTH CERTIFICATE: Alaina Paige Horan Born: August 7, 1992 in Mullingar, Ireland Mother: Maura Horan Father: Bobby Horan After a trip to Ireland Alaina's dreams of meeting her birth parents come true. Though something she never expected was finding out she had 2 brothers, and one just happened to be a member of the biggest boy band in the world. Follow her journey of self discovery, building new relationships with family, friends and a special someone that catches her eyes.

"Take it! Just take it!" I demanded in annoyance, springing my whole body out as I tackled Harry from behind. "For the tenth time I don't want your stupid virginity!"

Sequel to Cliché. In which two familiar people never really want whatever relationship they have left to end. And the other younger two don't know how to start.

Don't you call him "baby" We're not talking lately Don't you call him what you used to call me Sequel to Golden Hour