[HARRY STYLES ONE SHOT]

Vanished. Thats what happened to all of Murray Jones victims. They disappeared for days, then they would turn up dead and sometimes they wouldn't turn up at all. Agent Niall Horan and Agent Anna Kent were on the case, hoping to put an end to his murdering rampage and finally place the sociopath behind bars. But that all changes when its Anna who is the one whose vanished, leaving Niall to find his partner before it was too late.

[CURRENTLY UNDER CONSTRUCTION // ALMOST COMPLETE, SHOULD BE DONE BY 2019. // RECOMMEND READING ONCE EDITING IS FINISHED.] ___________________________________________ ... he grabbed my upper arm pulling me back to him, his lips found mine -and his kiss was soft. Softer than I expected. He didn't try to grab anywhere on my body, he didn't try to force me to kiss him back or put his tongue down my throat - he just kissed me. It was a short lingering kiss that lasted only a minute, but it still left me almost breathless and bewildered to say the least. When he pulled away, I slowly opened my eyes to look at him, his eyes were hard and his lips pressed in a firm line. His hand found the collar of my jacket moving it away once more, enough for anyone to see the mark he left earlier. "You're mine now, and don't you forget it." he stated sternly, looking deep into my eyes his hard blue ones washing over my green iris's like a tsunami. I gulped tightly at how serious he was. He said that in such a way where it actually had me terrified, he looked frustrated, determined, even down right possessive. It made me never want to touch a guy again, touch Grant again, and maybe that's why he looked at me like that. He wanted to scare me so that I would never defy his words, so that he could have me to himself, but I barely knew him, never the less, he barely knew me - or my name. ___________________________________________

stalk·er [staw-ker] noun. a person who pursues game, prey, or a person stealthily.

"So maybe I was going crazy. I mean, it's just not possible to fall in love with a cupid, right? Especially not this stupid Irish cupid. " Ronnie Miller, worked in a successful Law Firm in New York city, but lived in failure at romance. She was never one to date -- she put her standards so high that the nice men that came along weren't good enough. Except one. The one person she could see herself with, the one person she loved since freshman year in high school, her best friend, Danny. Danny who was now engaged to be married. Though these feelings were never expressed to him, she kept it a secret like a cliche' chick flick. But this wasn't one of those movies she was going to confess her love to him and they would run off into the sunset living happily ever after -- no, this was reality. Even if it broke Ronnies heart to see the man she loves being wed to someone else, she was going to support it. But, it seems that other people had plans for Ronnie's love story.. or do you really consider them people? The messenger of love, Niall Horan aka Cupid -- had come to guide Ronnie down her path before it was too late, and the window for her to be truly happy was closed. But things seem to get even more complicated when this stupid cupid made her fall in love again -- but this time with him.