Harry is the new kid in school that everyone fears. His mysterious ways intrigued Kaylin. But, her friend always reminded her of how dangerous he is. He's the bad boy with tattoos. What good can come from that?

My name's Marcel. Nerd. Poet. Teenage Loser. You think you know the real me, but you don't. I wish you could see the true me, but no one has cared enough to. Until she came. All rights go to _smilelikeniall (myself). Everything is written by me. No copyright intended. Please do not claim my words and/ or ideas as yours. Do not repost my words without giving me credit. Thank you.

When good meets bad and turns into firing red of love. Like two chemicals creating a new bond or explosion. You know, opposites attract. Like Harry Styles and Darcy Wilde.

It was not enough to pretend to be in love and have a happy ending when enemies are outside and waiting. {Text copyright ® oceanharryx™ 2013-}

I'm the fire, your the gasoline. I'm no good for you, and your no good for me. [ harry styles // au ]

"Jesus! What are you doing" I yelled. "Most people call me Harry, but Jesus is ok too" he smirked. I clutched my iPod to my chest. Still trying to calm myself. Before I had the chance warm lips were crashed to mine... Highest Ranking before being rated mature...#2 in FanFiction!!!

It's been 14 years since I last spoke a single word. 14 years of silence. The doctors told me I would never speak again. But even if I could speak Harry Styles would have rendered me speechless.

She thought she knew what pain was, until she met Harry. *This story is in the process of being edited. Please excuse all typos and grammar mistakes. Thank you!* Copyright © 2014 All Rights Reserved