"You may be able to boss me around getting you your fucking coffees and making your appointments at work everyday." Harry began in a low voice, grabbing a fistful of my hair, bringing my head back against his broad shoulder as my body quivered before him. "But here," He continued, lips grazing against the shell of my ear as he pressed me further down onto my bed, uttering one last sentence that made chills run across my spine in the best way as his grip around my curls tightened. "You answer to me."

I escaped my reality by reading fanfictions. They escaped their fanfictions to become my reality.

Sequel to The Styles Effect (Must read The Styles Effect first if you haven't before reading this one)