stalk·er [staw-ker] noun. a person who pursues game, prey, or a person stealthily.

Love comes in the most unexpected forms. For Tatum, it came in the form of a blonde haired Irish boy. With his adorable laugh, happy-go-lucky attitude, and talent for music, he is everything she never knew she had always wanted.

She's always been the shy girl that no one notices, but once she catches Harry's attention will things ever be the same again?

"But it's not always a happy ever after, is it?"

[ COMPLETED ] Neither of them knew one night could change everything. ✼ ✼ ✼ For mature audiences only. Story contains sexual content and vulgar language so read at your own risk! COPYRIGHT © 2015, stylescloud All rights reserved, please don't copy and/or steal my story!

"Say my name," Harry said, his hands groping my butt and pushing me against the wall. "Say it." "H-Harry." I whined, and he abruptly pushed his pelvis against me, pinning me to the wall and pulling his head back to look at me. "That's not my name." He growled. His eyes were full of lust and his breathing was heavy on my cheeks. "Daddy." _____________________________________________ This is NOT a l*rry fanfic _____________________________________________ #1 in Fanfiction - 05/20/17 #2 in harrystylesau - 04/28/23 #25 in harrystyles - 01/13/20 #32 in sugardaddy - 01/03/21 #101 in styles - 04/28/23 #171 in onedirection - 05/26/20