//MATURE THEMES AND EXPLICIT CONTENT// "Make sure she's okay when I'm gone will you Harry?" It was from that moment I knew I'd do anything I could to protect her, anything. It wasn't just her I owe it to, it's myself. My one shot at redemption.

Harry and louis were co-captains, problem was they couldn't stand each other. They played well together, but only where football was concerned.

Detention is supposed to be a punishment, but for Louis and Harry, it's the start of something beautiful. Unfortunately, what starts off as a harmless love affair quickly takes a turn for the worse. Through all the stereotypes, judgments, family issues, and demons from the past, Louis and Harry struggle to stay strong. What happens in detention, stays in detention. [NOTE: I began writing this book in 2011 when I was 13 years old. There are many grammatical errors, cringe-worthy moments, and plot inconsistencies. Obviously, my writing has improved immensely since 2011, so please feel free to check out any of my more recent works instead. This book is not representative of my present-day writing abilities. I would prefer to delete this entirely (and its sequel), but there have been many readers who have expressed their love and appreciation for this book despite its flaws. Regardless, thank you all for your support with the Detention series over the past few years. I love and appreciate each and every one of you.]

"You know when Christmas is coming, and you and your friends start getting all worked up because of all the gifts you ought to buy, you fuss and fuss because you have no idea what to get them, and you start hating Christmas and fancy retiring in a cloistered convent? Yeah? Me too. However, my friends and I have found a quite interesting solution to that. Let me tell you about it." DISCLAIMER This book contains smut, caution advised if you are under 18. This story contains extremely EXPLICIT and extremely ADULT contents.please do NOT read if you're underage and/or you'd feel uncomfortable with such scenes.

Abscond (verb): to leave hurriedly and secretly, typically to avoid detection of or arrest for an unlawful action such as theft. // "They had to run, run for their lives." WARNING: Extremely explicit sexual content and language. Only read if you are comfortable with mature content. All Rights Reserved to harryartwork, 2016 ©

"I don't want my sister to know." I say to Harry as his fingers play with mine. "She's your best friend and practically hates me." "It will be our secret." He smiles gently. // Contains mature content read at own risk All rights reserved, 2016 © jkharrystyles

Quinn Adams has the definition of a perfect life for some. She lives in the most expensive house, she's rich, she's popular, and she can get any guy she chooses. Her life is described as neat, clean, and elegant. Her next door neighbor, Harry Styles is quite the opposite. His household is messy, loud, and disruptive. His Mom works at the local diner as a waitress and his Dad is a mechanic. He has six siblings and is poor. These two opposites have been neighbors for twelve years and never said two words to each other. That is until the summer before senior year comes around and everything changes for the two. All rights reserved, 2017 © jkharrystyles

"To have her in his bed, in his arms, with her breath on his neck and her hair tickling the corners of his mouth -- he was finally able to think of his life as not only just a dark hole of violence. Maybe, just maybe, his life could mean something more." || mature hs fanfic. Cover credit to @pillow-case © highstylin

Working for a world-leading mafia, Harry knows how to kill, how to hunt his victims, and how to avoid any company of any kind. He's used to a lonely, quiet, and harsh environment. He is the best at what he does. And everything he does becomes problematic when he's assigned to protect the boss's daughter from world-known killers. Catalina tries to understand him, eventually failing because instead she falls for a man so willing to resist her. [Contains Mature Content]

"Please help me..." Harry Styles was about a foot away from me. Famous, gorgeous, lovely, somewhat stressed looking Harry Styles. "Are you all right?" I asked. "Not really," he said. What would you do if you found yourself face-to-face with the pop star you idolise, and he needed your help?