She claimed that she could see his true colors. But the only color he ever knew were the red of his assignments. -Cover made by @Tonii

I've become imprisoned, Captivated by her voice. I know I cannot have her. I know this isn't right. Countless times I told myself this is wrong. This is wrong But I cannot help it. I'm addicted. I've become a slave to her freedom song. I wish to set her free once and for all And that's when I heard it My angel, my dove has spoke I hear her whisper "Harry, what if I fall?" {BWWM} All Rights Reserved 2017 © hardcorestyles (D.K) C: beigeroses

A Dark Harry Styles fanfiction Sequel to Misery Loves Company The doorknob starts shaking and turning, a key being shoved in the lock. My eyes are lost in the mop of curls walking in the house, his lips attached to a blond chick who has her legs wrapped tightly around his waist. "Ay, dios mio!" the girl moans loudly in Spanish. He simply responds by crashing his lips harder onto hers. I stay frozen in the kitchen doorway, watching the scene in horror as Alfie screams my name in the phone. While neither of them has noticed my presence, the lights being still off and the TV muted, he doesn't waste his time snapping his head towards me when I tell Alfie, "I'm gonna call you back." The girl whines when Harry drops her onto her feet, but his shocked expression is undeniable. "Elena?" "Hi, Harry." I'm back ----- Warning this Story contains Mature content and Strong Language Readers Advised! Credit goes to KathrynBarbie! Copyright© All Rights Reserved®

A Dark Harry Styles fanfiction ----- "I'm so wrong for you, Elena," he groans, biting my earlobe and breathing heavily. "So fucking wrong." And he is, he so fucking is. "You hate me, Elena. You hate me, you always have and you always will. I kidnapped you, I raped you, and you have to fucking hate me." Harry sucks on the gentle skin of my neck and licks the length of my jaw and I whimper at the delicious scruffiness of his tongue. And as much as I wish it did, it doesn't feel wrong at all. It feels just right. "Tell me you hate me, Elena." He's breathless and his voice is demanding, but once again I'm left with no words. Instead, I grab his face in between my hands and kiss his forehead. Because no matter what, I really can't hate him right now. Maybe not ever. ------- Warning this Story contains Mature content, Strong Language, Eating disorders. Readers advised! Credit goes to KathrynBarbie! Copyright© All Rights Reserved®

H.S AU. Clover's Family have weird beliefs and a deep rooted culture that has weaved its traditions into this family are now being laid upon her. She had seen it happen all around, but never did she expect her parents would do it to her too. But they do. Arranged marriage. Two words which don't really occur in this modern world anymore, but within this family it is a complete normality to have girls married off into a strangers house to fulfil the role of a wife, and once you're married-- there's no going back. So what happens when her family decide to marry her to a wealthy, rude, uptight, and downright mean, man, with enough secrets to fill a novel. Read to find out in Arranged With Style.

Duplicity doo-plis-i-tee noun deceitfulness in speech or conduct, as by speaking or acting two different ways to different people concerning the same matter; the quality of having two elements or parts being twofold or double. Mary did not think life could get any worse. Then she met Harry Styles.

A hero and a human bound together so tightly through one significant Mark which leads them through a battle of hardships and danger. (Sucha shit description but eh, books better. Swear it!)