»And so the lion fell in love with the lamb.« © 2014 by L_Stories; all rights reserved

Leah Evans is the definition of a businesswoman: strong, smart, and on her way to becoming the biggest CEO of one of New York's finest companies. However, when disaster strikes, she is fired and left to fend for herself in the big city. It is in this desperate time of need that she accepts the position to be the personal secretary of Harry Styles, the rich, handsome, and extremely arrogant but powerful businessman. Will Leah learn to deal with Harry's haughty attitude? Or will their relationship turn into something besides strictly professional?

Poštovana gospođice Samuels, vaša prijava za 'Community College Seattle' koja je poslana datuma, 18.5.2014. godine u 14:39 sati poslana s mjesta Washington zadovoljava uvijete i prijava je prihvaćena. Zadovoljstvo nam je priopćiti Vam tu vijest s obzirom na vaš prosjek (4.0), nastava počinje po redovnom rasporedu. Za daljnja pitanja pošaljite na @ccseattle.org Direktor 'Community College Seattle' Harry Styles

Izgledala je poput svih drugih, duga svijetla kosa čije kovrdže nježno padaju preko njenih ramena, zelene oči kao dva velika dragulja, vitko tijelo, tanke usnice jedini nakit na njenom licu. Ali niko nije znao za tamu koja se krije u krhkom cvjetiću. Niko nije znao koliko je to vitko tijelo pretrpjelo teških udaraca čudovišta, koliko su puta te oči lile potoke suza, koliko se teških, grcajućih jecaja prevalilo preko tankih usnica. Nije ih ni bilo briga. Niko ne razumije. Ali ne brinite, pronašla je ona svoju terapiju. Znate voljela je igrati odbojku, sport tokom kojeg se osjećala dobro, sport tokom kojeg je mogla iskaliti svoj bijes i jad na loptu jer nije imala nigdje drugo. No, krila je svoju tajnu.Voljela je i slikati. Sama u kupaonici naslonjena na hladnu keramiku kade dok je njen kist prestravljalo hladno, oštro željezo. Bila je bezvrijedna, jadna, glupa. Ali mali se cvjetić prevario. I muškarci su samo ljudi. Sudbina se odlučila igrati prljavo s njim. Kako je samo mrzio sebe i ono od čega potiče. Potiče od monstruma kojeg je htio dokrajčiti toliko puta, ali nije. Nije mogao. Čekao je kada će prestati, ali se samo pogoršavalo. Sve do dana kada je Anđeo ušetao u njegov život i spasio ga. Izvukao ga iz prljavih ruku i odveo u spokoj. No, ožiljci ostaju. Nikada neće ni nestati, budite sigurni u to. No, poslije oluje dolazi duga. Poslije patnje, bit će nagrađeni hrabri i jaki. Ne uvijek, no povremeno. Da li će naša dva slomljena bića pronaći dijelove jedno u drugom ili će samo odustati i baciti se u ponor smrti? To ćete morati otkriti sami.

❝I felt his curls brush against my face. “Well then, let’s not say goodbye,” he replied. “What do you want to say?” I chuckled. “How about…” Harry turned me around to face him, and his face dipped lower. “I love you.”❞ Harry Styles - flirty, popular, talented, and the boy I swore I'd never fall in love with.

Anx·ious: Full of mental distress or uneasiness because of fear of danger or misfortune; greatly worried. Joelle Collins has social anxiety, panic attacks and general anxiety. She's very shy and has no one to categorize as a friend. She avoids talking to anyone and everyone because of her disorder, and it doesn't help her one bit that some people in her school pick on Joelle since she is so timid. She feels like no one understands her and her mental disorder and she wants just one other person to be there for her besides her mum. Harry Styles is another teenager that is battling the same mental disorder. Except the difference is that his anxiety is so much more severe due to a traumatizing experience. It was so extreme that it lead to him moving to London. Harry is the boy that always sits in the corner of the room. The boy that no one notices and pays attention to because he is that antisocial and reserved. He feels like all hope is gone and can't get his old life back before it happened. They say that opposites attract but what if someone alike is who they really need? fan fiction #142 ; teen fiction #266 © 2014 fadoraharry_ All rights reserved.

Nadam se da ce vam se svidetii :)

Dear ______, I don't know who I'm writing to yet, but I know that this is definatly NOT a diary. I want to write to someone, so I decided to write to you. This is cheeky and all, but I need someone to um "spill my emotions" to. So, here we go. My name is Harry Styles. I'm in a boyband called One Direction, with my five best lads. Some people say that sometime in our lives, something bad will happen, like one of us would die, or we would split up. I only think that something bad will happen if you truly believe it will happen. Therefore, I don't believe anything will happen until we all die. Okay. Dying... I don't even want to talk about it. So um Yea. Basically, nothing's going on in my life so yeah. Xx Harry