This is a collection of Harry Styles One Shots, each shot will feature a different Harry persona and a different scenario. This story contains MATURE CONTENT and this will be the only warning I will address. Thank you to everyone who reads, votes and comments on my work. Much love, Bella.

"she's m-mine; my babygirl." or harry has a strange case of ocd and allie-rose is the first thing he allows himself to get attached to.

Businessman Harry Styles calls upon a sex hot line to get through his lonely nights. What starts off as a pure sexual service soon turns emotional when Harry begins to make calls just to talk to 'Lucky'. [1st Place Popular Narry (Bromance Awards 2015)]

where two famous youtubers deal with stolen cars, crazy girlfriends and their crazy fathers, movies, tea parties, traveling, and quite possibly, falling in love.

A whimper escaped my lips as I examined my whole body infront of the dusty and broken mirror. I was wearing only his oversized shirt, bruises showing from my pale skin, my legs trembled at the sight infront of me. 'Who is this girl?' I asked myself as I stared back at her with pity.. Only wearing an oversized shirt that reached her mid-thigh. Bruises all over her pale skin, her hair was covering the side of her face.. And the sad part was to realize, It's me. He did this to me.. He took everything from me! My life, my friends; My virtue-- the respect for myself, gone. I squeezed my eyes shut and a gasp left my lips as I glance at the side, seeing him smirked infront of the mirror.. His hands snaked over my hips and I was too petrified to do any actions that I might regret.. He kept massaging my hips and I winced whenever he touched the bruised part, only making his smirk grew bigger. His hands snaked on my stomach and played with my belly button while his chin rest on my shoulder. "Admiring your bruise, are we not?," He inhaled the smell from my hair and I closed my eyes, carefully squirming from his hold. "Why are you doing this to me?," I whispered, making a loud gasp as he pushed my back to hit his chest hard. "-You gave me pain, isn't this enough," I whispered, being careful not to anger him; the last time I didn't want to do, is to anger him. "Tha fact that it hurts you.. makes me enjoy the most.." All Rights Reserved 2013 @NaughtyHarry Copyrights©

"He's the star and all I am is the water boy." [#1 Fan Fiction. **First Place (Popular Narry) / 2nd Most Voted Story in the 2014 1DBromance Awards (Olympic 2014)] [Going through a 2nd Edit] Cover by: NarryBuddy

"Agent 864, I want you to hurt her, not physically, but mentally. Make her as weak as a napkin, exhaust her until she breaks as if she is being thrown against a wall like a glass vase. Suck out every single emotion she has and then bring her here - totally empty. I want you to destroy her." ~*~ There is something hidden inside the walls of Holmes Chapel, something - or someone - powerful without knowing it. Many seek for it, doing things for it the daylight could not even handle and with finally having found out who holds the secret hidden deep under her skin, Agent 864 gets the mission to rip it out of Olivia's body, but uses a very unique way to succeed. {Themes; psychological thriller, romance, mature, & science fiction.} Highest position in ranking: Mysterie / Thriller #1 / Sciencefiction #1

please don't comment crap on this story, I made it when I was very young and clueless. I understand it sucks and it's gross. // "You're nobody important, just a little girl to fill my sexual needs" Harry's sickening voice is adamant. Tears prick my eyes, but I've got to stay strong. There is no way he will see me cry. "So that's all I ever was to you? After everything we'd been through?" I take a deep breath and shut my eyes, wanting to erase all of our memories together. "Don't think of it as a one time thing." He says, grabbing his coat off of the couch, as well as throwing on his shoes. "What do you want me to think of it as then!?" I yell, a tear or two slipping down my pale cheeks. All this time we'd spent had to have meant something to him, it had too have. "Think of it like this Arabella, in my mind no strings were attached in our 'relationship', everything was more so.." He trails off opening the door ready to leave. "Well more so like first person who falls in love is the first person to be..." And with that I'm left to a shut door and a broken heart. ___ Copyright © 2014 TheDarkestOnes |All Rights Reserved| Highest Rank: #1 in yes daddy #19 in fanfiction #5 in sir #4 in after warning: self harm/rape content, read at your own risk.