Distractions. I had her wrapped around my finger, and I was equally wrapped around hers. *** I loved you both Key word 'loved' You both ruined me Now you'll have to live with the consequences Neither of you will like this ending One of you wont live to see it *** "Harry, we can't." I whispered as his hand began to creep its way up my short dress. I could feel the cold metal of his rings on my inner thighs. "What if they turn around." I shifted my eyes to my two best friends in the front seat of the car. He lowered his lips to the curve of my neck, lightly sucking at the sensitive skin. Then trailing his lips to my ear without losing contact. "You'll just have to keep quiet then baby." His whisper instantly sent chills down my spine. His large hands now tugging at the waistband of my panties. ~~~ MATURE CONTENT ~ VULGAR LANGUAGE/MURDER/DRUGS ABUSE/SEXUAL CONTENT/MENTAL HEALTH ~~~ started - 12/5/20 finished - TBD *HIGHEST RANKS* #1 in wattpad - 1/25/21 #10 in harrystyles - 2/1/21 #15 in harry - 2/15/21

Harry Styles; CEO of 'Pleasing', single dad to two children, prioritizes his job over anything else. Edora Winters; fresh out of college, a nursery practitioner living in the heart of Los Angeles, prioritizes her job over anything else. What happens when Edora, a woman who spends her time protecting children, comes across Harry, a man who spends his days neglecting his children? Even better, what happens when a drunken meet up in Las Vegas leads to a wedlock, to a child of their own, binding them together for years to come? STARTED: 6TH NOVEMBER 2021 FINISHED: 6TH NOVEMBER 2022

"We shouldn't have done that," I whispered shakily, under my breath. "Yes, I know," He growled deeply slamming his fist into the desk, "But you're daddy's now."

Harry's her neighbor.

* THIS STORY CONTAINS MATURE & EXPLICIT CONTENT* Please refer to the list of possible triggers and kinks. Harry Styles. Twenty-Five. Green eyes. One hundred and ninety-six pounds. Six foot even or one hundred and eighty-seven centimetres. Born to Anne Cox and Desmond Styles. Parents whereabouts unknown. No known surviving family. Styles is best with guns, poison and the concealment of his victims for none have been found. || Astar works with MI6 as a secret undercover agent, taking on a new identity to try and infiltrate the Devil's Tribe. Will she be successful? Will she be able to go through all of the hardships? Will she follow the rules or fall apart somewhere along the way? STARTED: FEBRUARY 2021 FINISHED: FEBRUARY 2022

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.*

"So what do we do?" "We can work something out. There's just one problem... We can't let your brother find out." ❁ Available now to order! Link in bio!

We're all mad here, it's Wonderland. ~ Harry latches onto my passionate on-beat arms as he keeps me from moving forward. "Are you fuckin' mad?" He grits through his teeth. "I'm in Wonderland, Pretty Boy," I throw my free arm in the air, motioning to the surrounding world. "Of course, I've gone a little mad." He flips me around as the level of infuriation rises throughout his clenched jaw, trying to remain composed. "Don't try and be something you're not, Presley." I rip away from his hold, furrowing my brows from the curt statement, the honest revelation that should've just stayed within his mind. "We'll never be the heroes, and you know that," he says, colder than the Arctic's towering waves. "We'll never win." We'll never find Purple. Purple, the color of the Star-Crossed Lovers.

"You can run, you can hide baby girl, but I will find you." NEW REWRITTEN VERSION BELOW!! https://www.wattpad.com/story/376981911-only-angel-h-s

"H-how do you afford all of this?" I ask as I lightly run my hand down the silk material. I know Ally didn't have the richest family. I know that she was in a very similar situation to what I am in, but now she's living as though she was brought up in the upper East side of New York. She shrugs as she hangs the red tube dress back up. "I got a sugar daddy." She answers nonchalantly. ›› ›› ›› SugarDaddy.com: You have a new message from STYLES, Harry. ------------------------------------------------------------- © 2018 harry_fics28. All rights reserved