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

"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. **

Bridget wasn't like your average teenager that likes to party. She likes school and hates to party, always gets her work done and doesn't do anything bad or illegal. Harry was basically the opposite. He was attending every party, ditches school a lot and has been caught doing some illegal things. But when these two meet, who would've thought they'd end up dating? when friends, family and even enemies complicate things and past secrets are revealed, can they fight through it and stay strong?

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"Stop being so innocent! It's boring." Harry mocked me. "And how am I supposed to do that?" All playfulness from his face has disappeared. "Let me teach you." At first, my thought was no. An immediate no. I've known Harry my whole life, this would be weird, but i'm tired of being mocked about my innocence. "Fine..." I whispered crossing my arms across my chest. My foot began tapping, a habit I picked up from my mother. "I'll do it, but you can't tell anyone." My finger pointing at him like a mother would do scolding a child. "No one has to know. Not a soul." He leaned further into me, forcefully gripping my hips pushing me against his bedroom wall.

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The distance between the friendship of Emilee and Brooklyn stretches and stretches up to their breaking point. ~~~ "Emilee?" Brooklyn asks, taking my hair behind my ear. "Oh my gosh. Emilee! Are you hurt?" He's eyes suddenly grows wide with concern. "Yeah... I am." I say with sad eyes. I think we both know I'm not talking about the soccer ball hitting my head anymore. I stand up, and fix my skirt and top. I begin to walk away, but he reached for my wrist. "Emilee I'm sorry." He says, looking into my eyes. I nod. "I'm sorry for me too. I wasted my time thinking you still care." I spit out. "I- I still care." He replies. "You sure as hell didn't show it." I say with anger, but control with my voice.

"So what do we do?" "We can work something out. There's just one problem... We can't let your brother find out." ❁ Available now to order! Link in bio!

Isabella Maxwell: a girl that craved adventure. Harry Styles: a guy that fights to give her one. Harry Styles AU // This story has absolutely nothing to do with Harry Styles. His physical traits are used but nothing more. This is fiction. // Includes mature scenes without warning. All Rights Reserved © jhildey 2014 *NOT TRANSLATING* This is fiction. The thoughts and feelings of a character does not represent my own. Please remember that.