All Harry wanted to do was get over his ex-girlfriend, so he got under Ophelia. *This story contains mature and explicit content*

Preston Richards is a sarcastic little shit who likes to blog about Harry Styles. But she never imagined he would see any of it. - No translating or reposting please. ©whadduphazza

(COMPLETED!) (EDITED!) We always do almost everything together. But after that incident 5 years ago, I've never saw him ever again. Hell I don't think he even knows if I'm still alive or not. I tried to contact him after I've recovered from coma and being temporary muted, But no matter how hard I do he's out of reach now. I always watch him on YouTube and use my brother's phone to know how he is. He seems fine I guess, He looks so happy with his life now. But what pains me is the fact that he's still wearing that necklace until now. Maybe he still remembers me? Or maybe not. I guess he believes that I am already dead. --- (a/n): You must have a mature understanding before you read this. I'm warning you all... :P TRIGGER WARNING THO THIS STORY IS ABOUT PHYSICAL MENTAL AND EMOTIONALLY UNSTABLE PLEASE DO KNOW THIS STORY'S INTENTION IS TO RAISE AWARENESS AND NOT TO COST FURTHERMORE DAMAGE AD BASE FROM PERSONAL PREFERENCE THANK YOU this is my first book so spare with me. *MATURE! I repeat, MATURE! (but poorly written.)*

I quickly get into my car and drive to the downtown Starbucks. When I arrive there is only me, a tall blonde chick, and a dark haired man. This man was gorgeous, had the eyes of emerald, and dimples deeper than a sea. He was dressed in grey sweatpants and a long sleeve black shirt. He had a nice build, slim but muscular. His hair was a curly mess, but looked good on him. He got his coffee and walked casually out of the door that was near me. He walked straight past me as if I wasn't there. Well, he doesn't know me so I guess that it doesn't really matter. I walked up to the counter and ordered my drink and then waited for it to be fixed. The door chimed and the same man from earlier had walked through the door. "Um I forgot my straw..." he says out loud and both the girl at the counter and the girl waiting for her drink awes in his presence, completely taken over by his amount of hotness. He walked over to get a straw and while he was at the counter, my order was ready. "Emery!" The woman called and I hurriedly got up and received my drink. When he saw me he looked at me with a scowl. What the hell did I do to him? He then got the straw and walked away. Weird...

A cluster of Harry one shots off my tumblr!!

A Contract. That's all Louis needs to fulfill himself. A simple signature and a NDA. Louis has been living the life of a dominant for a long time. He thinks emotions are irrelevant and it's safe to say that Louis ignores matters of the heart like the plague. In comes Harry Styles. Warm, green-eyed, hot, virgin and Louis finds himself going crazy. But will they last long with Louis's ways? And Harry's dark past? *Warning: Please don't read if you're not comfortable with BDSM, mental illnesses, or past abusive relationships* Copyright 2015. All Rights Reserved. Created by ReaperLover123. Cover made by the amazeballs HunterMay18 Please do not copy this story.

A one night stand with Harry Styles: What's the worst that can happen?