"I fucking love you."

DISCLAIMER: This story was written in late 2012. I wrote Strings Attached as an adolescent with no idea how a healthy, adult relationship should function. This story is dark and twisted in a way that my teen mind couldn't comprehend at the time. There are more than a few scenes in this book with sensitive content. I--in no way--support rape culture and I do not condone my character's actions. However, as I said, this story was written in an ignorant state of mind. I will not remove this story from Wattpad. It is part of my past and though I am disappointed with the content, it shows how far I've come not just as an author but as a free-thinking adult. Thank you for reading. **Excerpt** "Say... it," She gasped, throwing her head back, cupping my face in her hands so that I was forced to meet her gaze. "You're mine." She held my gaze for a second more, before crushing her lips against my own, arms wrapping tight around my neck, pulling me down to her level. Arms sliding easily around her, she wrapped her legs around me as I lifted her up, lips traveling over her chest and collarbone. She moaned as my hands dug into her tender flesh, pulling on it, their violence a stark contrast to the gentle kisses teasing their way up her neck. Bright lines marked the paths that my nails had etched into her skin, marking her, beautiful red tattoos, spreading out over her entire body. Her small hands knotted in my hair, pulling harder and harder as she fought the urge to cry out...

***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__

((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.

She's a fan. He's a celebrity. They were born in different worlds, raised in different worlds. And one bullet brought them closer together then anyone could imagine. ***Winner of the 1D Watty Mini Awards 2012: Best Louis Fanfiction*** ***Winner of the 1DAwards 2012: Best Louis Fanfiction*** ***Finalist in the Watty Awards 2012***

A feeling of discontent settled in my stomach as I gazed at Harry. He turned to watch the boys longingly, his eyes becoming glassy with tears. I wanted so desperately to run into his arms, to tell him everything was going to be okay, no matter what was wrong. But I am not even sure of this myself, that everything truly will be okay. Inside my own heart is an acid tearing away my hope, my faith, my trust. I am not quite sure I have anything beneficial to express. All we know at moment is how we feel, and how we feel is broken. We are broken.

Harry and Liberty were childhood sweethearts until Harry became part of a world famous boy band One Direction. His attitude for life changes completely, but for the bad, leaving Liberty behind broken hearted, as he moves on with his life. Several years later the pair is reunited at college, and Harry notices that she won’t pay attention to him, determined to change that. Harry goes out of his way to get her attention, trying everything and anything, but whatever he does fails. Liberty takes Harry for a ride, just like he did all those years ago, getting revenge is sweet. The pair realise strange feelings they have for each other that actually never went away. Once they both finish taking each other for a ride, will they become closer or even further apart?