in which an overweight young woman in an abusive relationship wants to piece her life back together before her mental and physical health come crashing down. [highest ranking: #11 in fanfiction] [Winter Fanfiction Awards Winner 2016!] [cover made by @ashtxning] All Rights Reserved © juliawrites [GET AFFORDABLE HARRY MERCH: https://styles-merch.com?ref=28styles-merch.com/?ref=28 ]

"I am the hero of this story. I don't need to be saved." Layla Scott is on the run. She changes her name, chops off her long locks, and takes out all the money in her savings account to move across the world. Layla is doing whatever it takes to start over and she intends to never be found. But, a pesky neighbor proves that flying under the radar is harder than she had hoped. Harry Styles is trying to stay afloat. He works constantly to pay off debts and support his family, but finds himself instantly intrigued by the recluse that moves in next door during the dead of night. He makes it his personal mission to uncover the secrets Layla is hiding and undo the damage that has been done; even if she is determined to push him away. But, they'll both learn that sometimes, you have to save yourself. WARNING: Sexual, violent, and abusive content. Also subject to cuteness overload and feels.

DISCLAIMER: This story was written in late 2012. I wrote Strings Attached as an adolescent with no idea how a healthy, adult relationship should function. This story is dark and twisted in a way that my teen mind couldn't comprehend at the time. There are more than a few scenes in this book with sensitive content. I--in no way--support rape culture and I do not condone my character's actions. However, as I said, this story was written in an ignorant state of mind. I will not remove this story from Wattpad. It is part of my past and though I am disappointed with the content, it shows how far I've come not just as an author but as a free-thinking adult. Thank you for reading. **Excerpt** "Say... it," She gasped, throwing her head back, cupping my face in her hands so that I was forced to meet her gaze. "You're mine." She held my gaze for a second more, before crushing her lips against my own, arms wrapping tight around my neck, pulling me down to her level. Arms sliding easily around her, she wrapped her legs around me as I lifted her up, lips traveling over her chest and collarbone. She moaned as my hands dug into her tender flesh, pulling on it, their violence a stark contrast to the gentle kisses teasing their way up her neck. Bright lines marked the paths that my nails had etched into her skin, marking her, beautiful red tattoos, spreading out over her entire body. Her small hands knotted in my hair, pulling harder and harder as she fought the urge to cry out...

no·to·ri·ous/adjective: famous or well known, typically for some bad quality or deed. Harry Styles, by the very definition of the word is notorious. Not only for his good looks, charm, and unfathomable musical talent, but also for his womanizing and heartless attitude. Aspen Russo, by the very definition of the word, hates Harry Styles. Not only because he calls her "munchkin" and constantly looks down her shirt, but also because he flirted his way into her band and refuses to leave. Through drunken nights, illegal adventures, sizzling chemistry, and a few secrets bubbling at the surface Aspen may just learn that definitions were meant to be applied loosely. WARNING: Graphic sexual content. I am also not responsible for any feels or heartache (good and bad) this story ensues.

*ILLUSTRATED* Tish Williams always knew her brother would knock someone out, dropping bottles off their balcony.What she didn't expect was to come face to face with a naked Harry Styles, an awfully real gun, a string of impostors and a mystery that would change the world forever. Filled with suspense, danger, romance and missing kidneys, The Other Harry is not your average One Direction fanfiction...

"I was scared... but wouldn't you be? If a serial killer was utterly obsessed with you?" Highest rank: #2 in Thriller

✓ "The day he lost his mind was the day he lost his heart." - He's a broken-hearted artist who's just left rehab with nothing but the clothes on his body. She's chosen living life waiting tables in a nearly bankrup café instead of going further on her career. He abhors the possibility of ever loving again and she doesn't even try to. But when their paths cross, their point of view might be changed. Because they don't really know how tough dealing with absence can be.

"I'm tired of being second all the time behind Eros, Mom. He has a title, Cupid, and what do I get? I get rubbish, that's what. I just want to know what will get me to the highest ranking of your eye, Mom." Harry, son of Aphrodite, was down on his knees as he begged up towards his stunning mother. Her long hair fell down her shoulders and back, as her eyes lay peeled on one of her many sons. She had indeed favored her son, known to most as Cupid, the most. Harry was just as handsome in features with his dimpled smile and green eyes, but Aphrodite had not been impressed by him as much as Eros. Her red stained lips parted. "You want a quest?" Aphrodite's voice laced with interest. The curly haired brunette nodded, his hands clenching to each other in a desperate manner. Aphrodite thought for a moment, wanting to come up with something to test Harry's true power of love that he was supposed to be born with. "You must bring two humans together, and get them to fall in love. You have three months, my son. Maybe then you will be compared to Eros." (cover by moonxriver)

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