Sequel to The Styles Effect (Must read The Styles Effect first if you haven't before reading this one)

Louis is a huge celebrity who likes to party and just have fun. Harry is a well trained police officer who loves his job. What happens when Harry gets a call to stop a party but he meets the one and only Louis Tomlinson?

I escaped my reality by reading fanfictions. They escaped their fanfictions to become my reality.

When I looked into his eyes, he looked anything but human, and the scariest part was I couldn't find it in me to care. "W-Who are you?" I asked, tilting my head up. He looked at me through narrowed eyes, his pink lips parted as his rough voice sent chills up my spine, "That's not the question you should be asking." "Then what is?" There was a long unsettling silence that had dawned over the two of us. "Not who but what...what am I?" ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. 2014.

"You and your kind, makes me sick." "Awwe, thank you that makes me feel so special." ××× Or the one where the 1990's rich, snobby, racist white boy accidentally falls for the black beauty he's 'suppose' to hate. (Unfortunately inspired by life events.)

[Harry Styles AU] "Adeline. . . Who are you talking to, sweetheart?" The mother nervously gripped her apron as she watched her daughter speak to no one in particular. "Mommy, I made a new friend! He says people call him misfit, but only I can call him Harry." • All the red flags she ignored. Moving into a new town, buying the abandoned house right in front of the tall forest. Her daughter was not safe. But, it was too late. His eyes were set on her. Claiming her. She would be his forever. » slow updates for now «

“Is this what love feels like?” “No, it's something so more than that. It's so vile and wrong but it's feels so right.” “What's it called?” “A Stockholm Syndrome..”

❝freedom ain't real, who sold you that lie?❞ A man adopts a creepy obsession with his therapist, and will go to any extent just to have her to himself.