"Are you happy?" The voice that I've gotten all to familiar with speaks to me looking me straight in the eyes. "Of course I'm happy I have everything I wanted in life", I say to him with no hesitation in my voice breaking his gaze rolling my eyes. "Really? You're happy? What do you do that makes you happy?, do you do the job you always wanted?, do you make your own choices or do you let someone else make them for you?, do you not speak how you feel because you're worried how people will react? Well I want you to tell me honestly what you feel right now it's just you and I, so I ask you again are you truly happy Julianna? "I-I um I don't kn-know",I speak barely above a whisper looking in his emerald eyes for comfort scared of the truth to his questions. TW. CONTAINS VULGAR LANGUAGE / DRUG ABUSE / SEXUAL CONTENT / DESCRIPTIVE VIOLENCE / MENTAL HEALTH / PHYSICAL ABUSE / MENTAL ABUSE ALL RIGHTS RESERVED TO @Taylor-tpwk NOT ALLOWING TRANSLATIONS _BEST RANKINGS_ - #3 in katmcnamara - #6 in lt - #9 in taylorlautner - #14 in hazzastyles - #17 in 1directionfanfic - #17 in hsau - #30 in gigihadid - #44 in hazza - #131 in harryedwardstyles - #170 in darkharry - #603 in gangs - #787 in one

"Who's that over there?" The man looked at me like I was from outer space, or perhaps like I lived under a rock, maybe a mixture of both. "Him? They call him Full Throttle," he chuckled with a hint of nervousness in his voice. I scrunched my nose up in confusion. "Why?" The man threw his head back and laughed before answering me. "Because he doesn't hold back. He does everything at full speed... racing, girls, and-" the man cut himself off, seeking as though he was catching himself spilling a secret. "And what?" "Don't worry about it." THIS BOOK IS PURELY A WORK OF FICTION! The characters in it are in NO way a representation of the people chosen to play them. It is merely a story, and they fit the physical description best for their characters. The characters I have created are completely fictional, and in no way relate to my thoughts and or feelings about the people I have chosen to play said characters! || THIS BOOK CONTAINS MATURE AND EXPLICIT CONTENT, PLEASE READ AT YOUR OWN RISK || HIGHEST RANKINGS: -#1 in hs -#1 in fiction -#1 in racing -#1in dragracing -#2 in harrystyles -#4 in youngadult -#5 in onedirection -#19 in cars -#31 in gangs -#57 in fighting -#64 in harry -#111 in drama -#461 in love

"You're too good for me Sunshine." His voice deep and low as he whispers just enough for me to hear into my ear. "I'm not, I can be just as bad as you." My voice wretched in my own ears and my cheeks burn with embarrassment. He leans closer to my face now, his pupils taking up nearly his entire iris and he looks down at me with a malicious smile. We both knew I would never be as bad as him. His fingers reaching out just slightly and skimming across the soft skin of my neck and retreating just as I shudder under his touch. Harry smirks knowingly, "You're sounding desperate now Jules.. can you tempt me?" He leans back in his chair and stretches his legs out patting his lap almost calling for me now. "I- I can try." My voice wavers through my own ears and I know I'll regret this in the morning. Before I could move Harry's sitting up with quick movements and grabbing at my jaw pulling me directly between his legs. "My sunshine, my temptress you are." Juliet Flores was not expecting college to be filled with complete and utter chaos, she was running from the skeletons in her own closet... now how did she end up dancing with the ones in Harry's. Hate is a strong word... not strong enough to describe the relationship between the two though, not strong at all. //Trepidation; a feeling of fear or agitation about something that may happen.// CONTAINS MATURE CONTENT #20 in Dark Harry #4 in Dramatic Started April 1st 2021