A Harry Styles fanfiction. Harry Styles was different than most self-proclaimed players. The first clue was that he was, indeed, self-proclaimed; he didn't need others to point anything out for him. But, instead of fighting the very existence of love until his limbs were tired, he welcomed it. In fact, he'd always wanted it. So when Harry meets Ella Mason the first day of his sophomore year in college, it doesn't take long to know she's the one he had always been waiting for. After all, just months before, he'd said goodbye to his old ways. It was perfect timing. Or was it? ❝You're my safe place, baby. You're my haven.❞ © Amanda V. Montgomery Warning: Contains Mature Content.

Here is Zayn and Arielle's life after all the abuse ended. They have children and somewhat happy thoughts... (If you didn't read Wicked Games, you have to in order to understand the plot and setting)

His eyes where only ever on her. From the moment he set eyes on her, he was obsessed, fixated on her. Maybe he was intrigued at first by the way she attracted attention just by entering the room, or of how full of confidence she was. His attraction soon grew into obsession. He knew that he wanted to be with her, hold her, care for her, but most of all, love her. idekPayne©