How come falling in love with the person he hated most was so easy? Who the hell did this guy think he was? How could he stand there on the pavement, gorgeous and beautiful, and make Harry fall back into a swirl of desire, when fifteen minutes ago he made his skin prickle with hurt? God, he hated him. He wanted to bash his face into bits. The problem was that more than that, he wanted to kiss him. Between the two options, he would instantaneously choose the second. A mortal enemies with benefits story with a touch of football, lust, and family drama. The Unbelievers Story from Harry's point of view. (I think everyone knows, I do not own this book. All credits to @isthatyoularry I'm just posting it on Wattpad cuz I can't for gods sake figure out how to use AO3)

Louis is a principal dancer with The Royal Ballet. When his rival, moody dance prodigy, Harry, joins the company, old wounds are reopened and old passions reignited. During the company's production of Swan Lake the secret that doomed their love is finally revealed, but will it be too late? [COMPLETED]

Louis, to his horror, attends an elitist university in which the name Zayn Malik means something, Niall Horan doesn't stop talking, there are pianos everywhere, and Harry Styles, only son of a drug-addled, clinically insane ex-rocker, has a perfect smile and empty eyes. All credits go to ©️ Velvetoscar.

The one where Harry uses strawberry shampoo (currenty editing) top!Louis bottom!harry

"You know who my father is, Mr McCann." "What you tryna say?" "I come from a Mafia family, that is what I'm trying to say." "Baby girl, I ain't gotta be no Mafia boss just to control you the way I do."

'Never thought I could ever be loyal To someone other than myself I never thought I could ever be a spoiler Guess anything is possible with your help Anything's possible since you made my heart melt'

"I have nothing else to offer you," Markus barked through gritted teeth, his fists clenched hard at his sides. Jason shook his head, chuckling. "I only want one thing, and it's in this room," he sneered. Jason's eyes flashed over and caught mine, a glint in his eye while a shiver went down my spine. "What do you want?" Markus asked, impatient. Jason's head nodded in my direction. I froze and the room fell deafeningly silent. "I want her." *DISCLAIMER* Explicit language is used; adult themes, violence, and drug use are all mentioned. Nothing is overly graphic, but I do not recommend this story for readers under the age of 13. PLEASE USE DISCRETION WHILE READING and do not tell me that I didn't warn my readers. Thank you.Xx

She kept him sane and he gave her the love that she craved so deeply. She was his partner in crime- he was the crime and she was just his innocent partner, and that is exactly why, they held on tight.

Where she was meant to be texting her boyfriend, but Accidental Text happened and her life changed drastically. (It's not all texting because the story changes completely after a few chapters, so if you're expecting all texts and fun, this is not the right book sorry) #395 in Fanfiction #81 in JustinBieber 20K reads ✔️ 40K reads ✔️ 60K reads ✔️ 80K reads ✔️ 100K reads ✔️ 200K reads If there were quotes that you are to take, please ask or give credits to me. Copyright © by me, Razan E..

→ SEQUEL TO SHE'S MINE BOOK TWO → "Are you aware that you were kidnapped by Jason McCann?" The detective asks. What? Did he confess to everything? I sat their watching him closely. There's no way I'm going to say anything. I'm not giving in to anything this cop is trying to lower me in. I just sat there silently. I don't have to answer any of his questions right? I hope Jason isn't. "Because, Jason has confessed that he kidnapped you. He says you were his victim." He says. Why ask if you already know everything? Why would Jason even tell them that? "Can you tell me what you specifically remember?" His eyes are studying mine closely. The detective has an intimidating look as he watches me. His face softens as he eventually leans closer, placing his crossed hands on the rusted table. "I know you're scared but you don't have to be. He's gone. You're safe. He will never hurt you again. He's going to get what he deserves." He whispers soothingly. Is that supposed to make me feel better? What does he deserve? "The death penalty?" I ask emotionally. "Most likely." He says, confirming my deepest nightmare. This can't be happening. Copyright 2016. All rights reserved. This material may not be published, broadcast, rewritten or redistributed.