Abscond (verb): to leave hurriedly and secretly, typically to avoid detection of or arrest for an unlawful action such as theft. // "They had to run, run for their lives." WARNING: Extremely explicit sexual content and language. Only read if you are comfortable with mature content. All Rights Reserved to harryartwork, 2016 ©

Lennon Davenport works as her father's assistant. One of his client's is Harry Styles, world's biggest rock star. They were bound to meet somehow and it's the least expected outcome.

"You keep me up every night because of your stupid wall banging against mine," I roll my eyes at him. "Why don't you bang back?" He says with a smirk upon his face. "Oh never mind," he breaks into laughter. "You know what screw you," I snap and walk away from him. "In time babe. In time," he says.

"We are the kids our parents warned us about." Teenage rebellion. Everyone goes through that stage, with similar to almost opposite outcomes. Teenagers are the most distraught of generations. The most raging for freedom and the most willing to fight for it. Serenity Carter plays with fire, and fire isn't as dangerous as she can get. Although portrayed as a modest, respectable young lady in the eyes of her religious parents, she is the Devil's assistant herself. Harry Styles owns the word trouble. With a criminal record, he is known as a nuisance to the town's people. Constantly being judged by his mistakes, he assumes it's better to be silent than to be a fool and explain himself when he clearly doesn't care. He is strong, brave, short tempered. Misunderstood and abrupt. Impulsive and easily annoyed. He might just be the last straw Serenity pulls before her mother finds out. Join Serenity on her wild, mischievous story as a young girl turns into a woman, along the way learning that love is a fragile thing that when broken is a heavy storm.

There was just something about him. *sexual content if you cannot handle please do not read*

Working for a world-leading mafia, Harry knows how to kill, how to hunt his victims, and how to avoid any company of any kind. He's used to a lonely, quiet, and harsh environment. He is the best at what he does. And everything he does becomes problematic when he's assigned to protect the boss's daughter from world-known killers. Catalina tries to understand him, eventually failing because instead she falls for a man so willing to resist her. [Contains Mature Content]

Ellie Sinclair uma uma rapariga de 17 anos e vive em Cheshire, Holmes Chapel para ser exata. Ela nunca foi capaz de se ajustar, tem uma vida difícil em casa e isso realmente não ajuda que um dos rapazes populares, Harry Styles estão constantemente a atormenta-la e a fazer-lhe bullying. Então, imagina a surpresa quando a ela lhe é atribuído um projecto com ninguém menos que o próprio Harry Styles. Ter que ficar perto dele muito mais do que ela gostaria de ser, será que as coisas vão comecar a mudar? Espero que gostem de ler enta fic tanto como eu. UM AVISO: A FIC NÃO É MINHA, EU APENAS A TRADUZO DE INGLÊŠ PARA PORTUGUÊS A verdadeira autora é a curlyhairedcupcake sigam-na :D

'Not once did I think would end up in a stupid supermarket buying condoms for my boss's son!' ... Ella Lane became the personal assistant of one of the worlds most respectable business men as soon as she graduated high school, though she didn't know the extra baggage that would come with the job being his son, Harry Styles. He's flirty and charming though Ella can see right through his games as she has become accustomed to it over the past three years in which they soon develop a playful friendship. But what happens when after all this time, one of them begins to feel something just a little bit more than a mutual friendship....

"- Holly, verdade ou consequência?" "- Consequência." "- Tens de tirar a virgindade ao nerd." Patrícia_Silva Story 2014 © #1 Teen Fiction (04/09/14)

Ela era tã estranha, misteriosa, delicada. Ela era diferentes de todas. Eu olhava para ela e tinha medo de magoa-la. Ela olhava para mim e tinha receio de falar-me. Nenhum de nós desconfiava que algo surgiría para nos separar. Algo pior que o mais temido inimigo. '' Segura-me fortemente Hoje não vou estar sóbrio Com as palavras dela embebedava-me 40 graus de mínimo no seu corpo ''