Brandi and Harry had the summer of their lives together. Little did they know that when they next reconcile, Harry is Brandi's new teacher. Will their love be broken or will it be their little secret? A Harry Styles Fanfiction All Rights Reserved.

He is the danger I want the most.

She was the shy girl in the back of the class. He was in the fight club. When opposites attract, the outcome is unpredictable.

I never understood why he ripped his jeans. Don't trust a boy who rips his jeans. He somehow manages to rip up everything else, everything that matters anyway. He said that everybody and everything rips eventually, so why not speed up the process? I didn't know what to say. His mind was complex is ways I could never fathom. He said I was too pretty to rip up but he did it anyway. He did it anyway.

He was my best friend. He was there to hold me together while I was breaking, he could make me laugh when I was on the verge of tears, he protected me, he saved me when I didn't realize that I needed it. He helped me through a lot. Which is precisely why I started to fall for him and that terrified me. I didn't want feelings to get in the way of what we had. I had never felt, about anyone, the way I felt about Harry. I had felt heartbreak before and I knew I never wanted to feel it from him. But no matter how hard I tried I couldn't help but fall in love with him. I'm Natalie Anne Hollandsworth and this is the story of how I fell in love with my best friend.

in which Harry is stuck babysitting the infamous brat.

Harry Styles didn't have a choice. Not when it came to his lifestyle. Not when it came to how he dressed. Not when it came to how he lived. Not when it came to how he looked. But they say unexpected things are the best for Bad Boys, aren't they? *NOT a sad story* Cover By: @andyfyy

My parents always warned me about the drugs on the streets, but never did they say anything about ones with emerald eyes and a beating heart.

"It's alright." He says. "Just act like you're in love with me." Let me get my shit together first, I think to myself. The small voice in my head makes me cringe and I have to remind myself to pull it together. "It's all about the mask." I bite my lip hard. My heart is pounding in my chest and I can feel it beating in my ear. "Sure." I mumble. "Alright, then." He takes my hand in his and smoothly intertwines his fingers through mine. My stomach twists into a knot as we prepare to step outside of the car. You can do this, Savannah. You can nail this. You have to. Just before we get out, I hear him whisper. "Lights.. Camera.. PDA."

Imagine a society where everything is absolutely perfect, or at least that's what they make it out to be.