Harry's jaw tightens, and she can see that he isn't focusing anymore. He picks up the pace of his steps, just like she had reminded him to do countless times before. To her surprise, he's doing it right this time. He is doing everything perfectly, but she can't figure out why he looks so tense all of a sudden. That's when the unthinkable happens. © 2015, huckleberryharry

Avery Martin is a smart 18-year-old with a boyfriend of one year, two rich parents, and goes to an Ivy League school. As disaster strikes between her and her boyfriend, Avery finds herself visiting a 24-hour diner late at night to forget about him. She meets an employee named Harry Styles and befriends him.

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]

"Say my name," Harry said, his hands groping my butt and pushing me against the wall. "Say it." "H-Harry." I whined, and he abruptly pushed his pelvis against me, pinning me to the wall and pulling his head back to look at me. "That's not my name." He growled. His eyes were full of lust and his breathing was heavy on my cheeks. "Daddy." _____________________________________________ This is NOT a l*rry fanfic _____________________________________________ #1 in Fanfiction - 05/20/17 #2 in harrystylesau - 04/28/23 #25 in harrystyles - 01/13/20 #32 in sugardaddy - 01/03/21 #101 in styles - 04/28/23 #171 in onedirection - 05/26/20

We were watching movies, just having a casual afternoon, so how did I end up pregnant with my best friend's baby?

"You were merely the dolls on strings...the...show. Unlike any other show, you didn't rehearse, oh no no no. You see you are puppets, you are controlled by strings. And those strings my dear sweet Adriana Styles, are controlled by management. You only have his last name for a year. He doesn't love you honey. He loves your fame. He loves your money. Harry loves the idea of what you can give, but not you yourself."