Malory White is a young 20 year old girl who just finished college and started her own independent life.Who knew that it would be so hard? She lives in a small apartment and have a little money left from the money she got from her parents. Since she finished college she started to look for a good job.When she finally found one she met her arrogant, prick BOSS.. but you can call him Harry Styles Harry Styles the owner of Styles&empire, A man with a status.Player., Harry Styles can't stop but feeling attached to his new secretary. He would take her even in the corner of a room but does Malory want that..

Harry doesn't believe in coincidences. Neither should she.

Her eyes have frozen over like the surface of a winter puddle, robbing them of their usual warmth. She's in there, I know it - he knows it, but it's like she just took a huge step back from life. He wants to lend a hand and pull her out of the sea that is eager to see her wince in its cold-harsh captive. He wants to reach out and let her understand-realise it isn't hopeless, but she won't believe him. He wants to rekindle her heat but her insides are too damp with uncried tears. He always knew she had pain inside, but now its visible on her face and he wish it would go away. Her eyes were a bottomless pool of darkness, he knew, but he could not help trying to find the bottom. There was a bundle of sorrow swimming in them and he wanted, needed to do something to help. But he saw fierceness and pride in her eyes, and he knew that she would not accept any help. Fate loves to play the 'back-and-forth' game with its inhabitants 'till we're torn apart, but when we gather our stand just to fall back again - will even a man's echoes of a help in hand ever reach to deaf ears? Sue isn't like you and I - no one claimed so anyways. Though, bear in mind - no one stated the fact that you can indeed transform ice into it's oringinal posture. All you need is heat, and maybe Harry is enough to become that heat that plays its role against a hardened ice. --SLOW UPDATES-- "These are the strength of the world: the laughing through tears, hide your own worries and worry for others and make others happy." -Sue "A perfect girl isn't real, and a real girl isn't perfect." -Harry Styles #5 - fanfictiononedirection #65 - fanfictiononedirection Cover by- @-bizzleth

"Harry, please," she groaned, bucking her hips into mine. "What do you want?" I asked, my voice dropping low as I massaged her chest. "You, Harry," she pleaded, "I want you!" I teased her, grinding my hips against her, "Anything for you, babygirl." ________________________________________ Imagine this: you just graduated from four torturous years of high school, you have an intense One Direction obsession, a one month visit to a filthy rich, psycho aunt who lives in a penthouse in East Hollywood, a one year hiatus before college, and you just so happen to bump into Harry Styles on the street. What would you do? You would cause trouble up in hotel rooms, have secret little rendezvous, do the things you shouldn't do, go midnight driving with the windows down, go to places you can't even pronounce, and do whatever you've been dreaming about. ________________________________________ Harry Styles Fanfiction Copyright lexiestylesss © 2022. All rights reserved

☆ Taking place in a dystopian future, Harry lives a secluded life with an affliction that he loathes and keeps him from sleeping at night. In order to survive the treacherous world he's forced into, his only choice is to suffer silently inside of his own mind... until he finally meets the one person he's dreamed of for his entire life and then everything changes completely. ☆ "Yes: I am a dreamer. For a dreamer is one who can only find his way by moonlight, and his punishment is that he sees the dawn before the rest of the world." - Oscar Wilde ☆ Most impressive rankings // #1 in Science Fiction, #5 in Science Fantasy, #20 in Future, #24 in Dystopian and #145 in Harry Styles! ☆ Please read with discretion.