Harry is a CEO, but Rose is just an average girl working as his intern. or so she thought...

"I was scared... but wouldn't you be? If a serial killer was utterly obsessed with you?" Highest rank: #2 in Thriller

"Why do you want so much power?" "Because Olivia, Daddy likes control."

-𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐬𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲𝐝𝐨𝐥𝐥

pos·ses·sive adjective 1.demanding someone's total attention and love. No matter what his consequences are... --------------------------------------------------------------- Ella was a nobody in the large town of London yet she caught Harry's attention. After she's kidnapped and forced to except she'll never escape she begins to fall for her kidnapper, much like stockholm syndrome.

"Who is he?" "He's trouble. I hate trouble. I hate him." ----------------- This story is mine. You may not copy it and take credit for it. If you want to make a tradiction please ask permission first or I WILL find you. Thank you and I love you all. This was my first fanfic that I actually completed and didn't delete so please don't judge my sad writing skillz. Enjoy the story and get your tissues ready.

in which a 26 year old man named harry styles, becomes infatuated with a 16 year old girl. the lengths he would go to for her were endless.

You might be alive now, but just wait until you break his illusion. **This story contains: sexual content, age difference, mental and physical abuse, violence and explicit langue. Do not read, if you're not comfortable!**

HEADS UP!!!! This was originally a texting story, but I changed the story up a bit. So, I hope y'all enjoy!💗 §~~~§~~~§~~~§~~~§~~~§~~~§~~~§ "I'm trying to restrain myself from it, but if you keep talking to me like that I'll have to straighten you out again." Harry growled deeply, his hands in fist by his waist. I bumped into the wall and panicked, if I ran away he'll only lash out like last time. "If I have to repeat myself one more time, I promise those clothes will ripped of your body in a second." He whispered darkly, his hot breath fanning my ear. His body pressed against mine as his bulge slightly pushed against my region. My heart raced a mile a minute, kicking out of my chest. "I suggest you start answering your phone from now on or you can get use to being bent over these desk darling." He chuckled deeply, placing his hands above my head. §~~~§~~~§~~~§~~~§~~~§~~~§~~~§

"-I hate you so much!- I scream at the top of my lungs. Instead of screaming back, he comes closer, puts one hand on my hip and the other hand on my cheek, and says: -Oh, but baby, you can't hate me, we are meant to be."