[SAMPLE] Reed frowned, his eyes filled with confusion when he saw that Lena seemed to be fine. "I heard a scream," he announced stiffly, standing awkwardly over Lena's bed. Beneath the sheets, Lena was torn between renewed arousal and slight mortification. Embarrassment won. "Everything's fine," she muttered, trying to discreetly disengage the battery-operated toy from between her thighs. It was a thick phallus, way too thick to silently exit her wet pússy, but finally, finally, it popped out. "But you screamed." "Because I came, Reed." His bewilderment only grew. "Came where?" And that was when Lena knew that even after what had happened between them last night, Reed was still like a newborn, an innocent. He might have been the most intelligent guy she knew but in many ways, he was still the boy he'd been before the accident that had marred his life. So she heaved out a sigh, clamping her thighs together when she felt his gaze scorch her damp skin. "I had an orgasm, Reed." She calmly spelled it out, wondering if she should mention that it was his cock she'd been imagining inside her. Now that she knew what he was packing, it was impossible to get the image out of her head - not that she was trying. Reed swallowed, a blush creeping up his neck. Lena was instantly turned on by that blush, by his obvious discomfort and arousal. So she did the most natural thing that came to her. She pulled her sheets away.

Living with my abusive adopted mother, I never thought anything good would happen to me. My life sucks, and I thought it would always be that way. It was, until I met him. Niall Horan. The Niall Horan. He changed my life, and gave me something to look forward to in the future. But when One Direction leaves New York, what will happen? Will he stay with me, or will he leave, never to see me again.

((This story was written and completed in 2012)) I was 15 when I met him. The curly haired, cheeky flirt himself found his way into my life. He stole my heart with just one look. He promised he'd never forget me. But everyone knows nobody ever keeps a promise. Harry Styles, once the love of my life, leaves for X-Factor. He promised he'd never forget about me, but guess what? He did. Little did we both know, we'd meet again. And just like when we first met, He Stole My Heart. TW:: I wrote this story years ago when I was going through my depression so this entire fic is filled with triggers. You have been warned.

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"I....I could always show you.." He told me Huh? "I could always teach you how." He repeated. "What?" I asked astonished he would even say that. "I could teach you how. I could show you how to be touched, how to touch others, even how to touch yourself" He said with seriousness in his voice. He's got to be joking. This has to be a prank. "But...I..." I was literally lost for words. "Think about it, I'm not just going to teach you how to have sex, I'm going to teach you how to be confident and comfortable with your body. Your sexy as hell but your always so unsure of yourself and you act like a shy little girl. Don't you want to be confidence and stand up for yourself? Don't you want to show everyone that inner goddess dying to come out?" "Yes" I mumbled. I was tired of being made fun of. I was tired of being a coward. "So you'll do it?" He asked with a smirk playing on his lips. Should I even do this? Isn't this wrong? Without even thinking I spoke. "Yes I'll let you teach me your ways" I admitted. "Call it, Private Sex Lessons" He smiled. What the actual fuck did I get myself into?

I was his best friend, until he got asked out by the most popular girl in school, Trinity Morgan. I got pushed out of the picture. Even though I ignored him for doing that to me I never thought he would go that far. He promised that he would never tell anyone and yet everyone knew, becasue of him. My biggest secret was out to everyone living. A week after he left to go audition for the X- Factor like he always wanted and he left me, he knew what would happen to me if he told but he left anyway, without a second thought about me. I was picked on, had no friends, and had my hair pulled alot all because of him. That is what has caused me to hate him so much. The thing is, that happened three years ago. I've gotten better since then, I lost wieght, I have friends and I don't get picked on anymore. Life is good for me and I don't want it to change. It wasn't until I watched the news that I saw, My ex-bestfriend Harry Styles is back with four others guys. I guess you could say being a senior in high school isn't easy. I just hope he doesn't remember...

Mary Davis's life is kind of falling apart. Her supermodel mom wants her to follow in her footsteps by becoming a model but Mary prefers being behind the camera taking the photos. When Mary enters in a contest to be One Direction's personal photographer she knows she doesn't stand a chance to win,but her luck is turned when she gets the job. Her love life begins to take over her work when she falls for Harry Styles who claims "he's not interested" in her,but Niall Horan may be. 1 band, 5 boys and a crazy love story! Will Harry tell her how he really feels or will it be to late?

***WARNING: OF VIOLENT AND SEXUAL NATURE*** ***THIS BOOK IS UNDER EDITING. PLEASE CONSIDER THIS WHILE READING, THANK YOU** ❝I think violence in a cinematic context can be, if handled in a certain way, very..seductive.❞ I was innocent, way too innocent in a way that allowed people to screw me over. Including the flithy rich pricks that I called my parents. I didn't have any edge or charisma to my walk, and that's something I was told a lot. Then there was the troubled boy, Harry Styles, who stared into your soul, just because he could. Him, he had charisma, and the edge, and everything that I wanted. And I wanted him to teach me. Give me intensive, heated lessons. Sex lessons. o r i g i n a l ↬ Watch TRAILER before READING ↫ Credits for trailer: SOCKMONKEY7707 ©Floz__

I look into the blue eyes of my best friend and it feels like staring down a stranger. They are familiar and foreign all in the same moment, glossy and pleading. The dimly lit street allows only enough light to cast glimmers on our faces and subtle shadows on the ground. It's raining but I've hardly noticed; all I see is him. "Megan please don't go," he says desperately. "I-I'm sorry." A tear falls steadily down my cheek. I don't want to go but I have to be strong for myself. I run forward and wrap my arms around him in a hug. "I love you Niall," I say near his ear, "I just don't like the person you've become." I hold back a sob, "When my best friend comes back tell him to find me." I don't say another word I just go, leaving him all alone in the dark street...

{C O M P L E T E D} "I like the curly haired one. Harry." Presley Davis had no idea that sentence would change her life. She had gotten famous over a YouTube video she did as a dare. Now shes making many videos and has a lot of fans. But what she doesn't know is that shes got her own stalker. Harry Styles. What will happen when these two cross paths? {Undergoing major editing}