Izzy Martin looked like your average teenage girl. She had a family, a nice house, and went to Uni just like everybody else. She didn't have many friends, but she didn't mind all that much. She was simply the girl you would pass by all the time, but never really knew. Harry Styles looked like your average pop star. He had fans, money, good looks, and friends who cared about him. He was the youngest member of One Direction, and a teen hearthrob worldwide. Everyone knew his name, and his fans knew all his secrets. Until now. What his fans don't know is that the loveable Harry Styles they see on camera is all an act. The nineteen year old boy from Cheshire has gone silent, and hasn't spoken in eight months. His friends, family, and bandmates worry about him, but nobody has been able to crack through the wall he's created between himself and the people he cares about. That is, until the boys crash into a blonde drama student on her way home from the ice cream shop. Izzy agrees to take in the lads while her parents are away on business. Everyone is friendly, aside from one small detail, and it doesn't take her long to figure it out. The curly haired boy would be an inconvenience to most, but Izzy saw him as a challenge. She was going to get him to talk again. She was going to make him laugh, if it was the last thing she ever did. She was going to save his heart.

"You're mine." Harry pushes me up against the wall and holds his hands to the back of my thigh. "Say it." I just stand there, my stomach feeling like it's about to burst with nervousness. "Say it!" He demands. "I'm yours, Harry." My breathes stuttering. The truth is I'm terrified of him.

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"I have been watching you for a while now, my love" he whispered darkly in my ear. "Why are you doing this to me" I squeaked, earning a low chuckle from him. "Because" he said, moving his hands from the wall above my head and down my body, resting very low on my waist. "I can". ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Highest Rank: 1st in Fanfiction WARNING: Contains sexual content and mature language, read at own risk!! Copyright All Rights Reserved © fxckingpayno

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.

"And by the way, love," He said in a low voice, his lips ghosting over my ear. "My name is Harry. Not Harold." -//- Elliana thought her family moved away for her father's work. She thought her parents were happy. But what she didn't think was that she, without a reason, had moved into The Strand; the neighbourhood where registered sex offenders are sent to live. People at school seem to know who she is and where she lives before she even arrives. And her next door neighbour seems unable to stay away. ** WARNING: THIS STORY CONTAINS ACTS OF VIOLENCE, IMPLIED RAPE, EXTREME LANGUAGE, AND MATURE CONTENT. PLEASE READ AT YOUR OWN RISK. **