Briana Vancer had a messed up life. A mother strung out on drugs and alcohol and a father who was serving life in prison. Her only light came from herself. A 5'0, indie, flower crown wearing light that is. She knows there is evil in the world, but chooses to be naïve to it all. However, what happens when bad boy and gang leader Harry Styles walks into her life and claims her as his own? Will Briana stay alone and naïve, or will she fall underneath Harry's dark, charming spell? WARNINGS: Light/Mild/Heavy Abuse *We all know that Harry Styles is an absolutley adorable, charming, and beautiful boy...man... However in this story...in MY WORLD he is not. Harry is NOT NICE in this story guys, he will eventually evolve into the Harry we all know and love...kinda...but most of it...no...

"I'll just keep chasing the babysitters away, and she knows it." Harry Styles, a twenty-year-old man, still living at home with his mom, in no rush to leave. Clara Elliot, an eighteen-year-old girl, still living at home with her parents, desperate to get enough money to move away. When Harry's mother offers her the job of babysitting her son, Clara accepts. She, however, doesn't know what she's getting herself into. //© socialcasualtea, all rights reserved// ((beautiful cover made by @cigarettehoran))

"I was scared... but wouldn't you be? If a serial killer was utterly obsessed with you?" Highest rank: #2 in Thriller

"you're all mine now princess."

The number one rule to business is ruthlessness, it's always worked for Harry anyway.

“I can tell you’re going to be a challenge.” He almost growled. “I like that.” Harry smirked. He dipped his head, nudging mine to the side before I felt his lips press to the skin of my neck. The ends of his curly hair tickled at my cheek. Harry reluctantly released one of my arms so he could hold the back of my head, preventing me from escaping. I instantly placed my free hand on his chest in protest, attempting to push him away as I felt him harshly suck. “Harry.” I begged. I fisted the front of his t shirt between my fingers; the sharp pain intensified as his teeth grazed the skin. His breathy laugh fanned over the area as I desperately struggled against the male’s hold before he continued to draw blood to the surface. The sensation was somewhat eased with the attention of his soft lips. But Harry wouldn’t allow me that comfort for long, nipping hungrily at my neck with his teeth. I gasped when his tongue licked over the newly sensitive skin, planting a few kisses. He blew over the sloppy wet spot, igniting a chill through my entirety. Harry stepped back smirking as I yanked my arm from his large hand. My fingers drifted up to my neck, sucking in a sharp breath when I dabbed over the sore spot. I whimpered in fright as he drew closer. “You’re mine now.” He spoke in a hushed tone.

Harry Styles Smut Do not read if you are uncomfortable with sex scenes. I do not recommend this for anyone under the age if 13. But if you do read, do not ask me what some sexual phrases mean. You can always Google it. Thanxx xx.

Everyone's bound to meet their prince charming eventually, but is a wanted criminal passed out on your front doorstep really the best way to find him? According to Delilah, that answer is yes.

"Please, go away." I desperately pleaded as he pinned me against the wall- his massive hands cupping my wrists. I closed my eyes firmly shut as I wouldn't want to get lost in those pools of emeralds once again. "Let me go." I said more firmly this time, but it sounded more of a squirm than anything. "Isn't that what I've been asking for, all this time?" He retorted, his voice husky and smug. "But, it's too late now." He said grimly. And it really was. I've fallen to a very deep pit and all I can do now is savor the fall. Be warned: Story containing sexual scenes which may not be suitable for very young readers. All Rights Reserved: ThinkingHonestly

Just some Harry imagines so yeah enjoy (please don't complain it's clear in the name that these are about sex and contains swearing and sexual references)