{Mature} "Look at me!" Niall bellowed as tears were running down my face. This is it. Today, i would loose my innocence.

[I wrote this at the beginning of 2013 and I was just starting to get settled with the techniques in writing. No worries, I've exceedingly improved far after finishing this story.] Niall Horan was a famous boxer. He was only inlove with boxing, nothing else. That is, one night, before his match, Olivia somehow stumbles her way into meeting him. But, not the way she would have wanted to. No one could steal his heart. No one but . . . her.

I never thought this could happen to me. I never imagined one chance meeting on the eve of my eighteenth birthday could change my life so completely. Now I belong to him. To Louis. To a man who is as ruthless as he is beautiful. A man who's touch makes me burn. A man who's tenderness I find more devastating than his cruelty. My captor is an enigma. I don't know who he is or why he took me. There is a darkness inside him - a darkness that scares me even as it draws me in. My name is Harry Styles, and this is my story. **Warning: This is not a traditional romance. It contains disturbing subject matter, including themes of questionable consent and Stockholm syndrome, as well as graphic sexual content. This is a work of fiction. I do not own One Direction.