When the teenage heartthrob Harry Styles from One Direction discovered very suspicious people suddenly turn up everywhere he went, the last thing he expected was that he was a top secret company's target. With his life on the line, everything seems to crumble down for Harry. He has to be constantly guarded at all times, cannot see his family and it is interfering with his performances. With the pressure of the news bringing him down and his fans losing faith in him, things only seem to get worse for Harry when he left alone for two minutes. During these two minutes, he almost experiences death. But instead he experiences something so supernatural that he doesn't even realise this suspicious girl that appeared out of nowhere had just saved his life. With the extraordinary ability to jump from place to place in a matter of seconds, Harry is taken by this girl, against his will, to another side of the earth whilst his fans, family and band members slowly fall apart at his sudden disappearance. What is this company and why do they want him dead? But more importantly, who is this girl and why is she protecting him? WARNINGS: Contains violence, bad language and (possibly) sexual references

Harry's voice crippled me. The sound was deep, husky, and pleading as he begged for forgiveness he knew I wouldnt give. I shook my head once more but refused to give into the tears. Crying was easy. There was no skill to it...nothing to be mastered. It was just some hideous action that proved how pathetic you were. It was for that reason that I hated the futile action and instead sat there cold and emotionless. I think it was then that Harry realized exactly what I was about to do. He was too accustomed to my antics; he knew me like the back of his hand despite how much I tried to distance myself. The boy had a way of gaining people's trust. He could find the key to any door I hid behind...except for one. Finally the pleading went away and was replaced by desperation. "Please just talk to me Savannah. Say anything. Scream at me, tell me how much you hate me, just...just say anything!" I just stared at him with the same dead expression I had been carrying for some time. He shook his curly-haired head; sad and partly frustrated. "You make things so bloody difficult sometimes. I'm begging you to just open up to me...please baby...otherwise we're lost." I shook my head and prepared myself to run. "I guess we're lost then. Goodbye Harry."

Harry Styles is one of the most talked about and hottest man on this planet. With his undeniable charm, irresistible dimples and luscious curly brown hair, millions of girls fall at his feet. Nicknamed 'The Player' by all his bandmates, Harry sets a bet with them stating that he can get any girl they choose and have a happy relationship with her for exactly three months. If he gave up or cheated on the girl then he would lose the bet and all his pride and glory. The only thing Harry never anticipated was how much this girl would change his life, for the better and worse.

I winced as he forcefully grabbed my hips, pushing me up against the brick wall. "W-who are you?" I choked out. His grip on my waist tightened, making the pain much greater. Who was he? What was he doing to me? The deep voice chuckled. "I could say so may things." My attacker lent down, his hot breath tickling my ear. "Your worst nightmare. All that shit. Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah." I could feel cheek on mine, it was an abnormal temperature, freezing cold. "What do you want from me?" I shouted at him. My eyes raked over his features again and again. He had brown hair that hung naturally in disheveled tightly bound ringlets. I couldn't help but feel something other than fear stir in my stomach when I looked into red eyes. My clouded thoughts made it impossible to put a name on the emotion, though. His fingers stroked my neck, circling the same spot, over and over again. "Don't worry, baby girl. You won't feel a thing." The human looking creature opened his mouth wide and lowered it down to my neck. I could feel his teeth grazing my jugular vain. "Please don't!" I spoke loud. Loud enough to make him startle. He laughed and backed away. Now that I could see his full body, the emotion that bubbled deep inside of me gave itself a label. Attraction. Despite the situation, I couldn't help but feel infatuated with him. When I looked at his inhumane features, I saw beauty. He was beautiful. © All Rights Reserved To LuciaPayne_1D ( Trailer Here- http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vqkwVzm8RTM&sns=tw ) (Cover made by 'ImmatureLad')

"Our deal was 19." Harry whispers, brushing our noes in bit of a playful manner. His dimples deepening from either side as a fair giggle left my mouth. "I'm yours."

"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

17 year old Natalie was in a party in London when she gets kidnapped by One Direction. She manages to escape, but will they find her again? What do they want? And what happens when she falls in love with two of them?

BOOK 1 rain against their glass windows, scary movies and looking into each others eyes was their favorite things. He loved her as much as she did for him, but it's not always like this... there's bad boys, fighting & murder. highest rank #1 Fanfiction #6 Short Story ↘↘ [NOTE: WARNING: OF VIOLENT AND SEXUAL NATURE] WARNING; just a small heads up, I wrote this story in grade 8, I'm in grade 10 right now almost grade 11 so bare with me when I say there is plenty spelling errors and stupidity in this story. [wattys 2013] [©Newyorkstorms]