"Leave me alone! Just stop!" I tried to push Harry away but he stood still. "Why do you hate me?" He asked, smirking slightly. His warm breath hit my face as he walked towards me. I rolled my eyes at his pathetic little smile. "Do you want a list? I could go on forever how you are the cockiest boy I have ever met!" Harry closed the gap between us. "Do you like me now?" I shook my head furiously. "How about now?" He asked, leaning in. Copyright © 2013 1D_Luver_xx

Time... It's such a magical thing... Such a blessing... Yet a curse... A prison like no other... Especially when all you have is time to think about how great your past was and how you watched it slip through your fingers and think about your future, the one that you will never have  Then there is the thoughts about the possibilities about how you're like could have turned up to be if... 'If' that's the key word, it's the start of all the questions, all the regrets and all the pain... It's what got me to where I was today A criminal A prisoner I have been locked up for about a year now, but thinking about it we are all locked up somehow on the Ark

Nicole Jane Montgummery has been the perfect girl, every parent wants but this life has led to many difficulties and mistakes which are hidden under her perfection, she might suffer because of that as she comes in a new world of London where everything is in chaos until she is found by the one and only, worldwide British band member: Harry Styles who changes her life...

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...

Jamie doesn't know how to tell Harry that Darcy Is his.

Light cant be found without darkness