"You're depressed." Harry told me. "That's it isn't it?" "We're all depressed." I said. "We all have something eating away at us. We all have insecurities and the want for someone to accept us for who we are; make us feel happy. But some people are just better at hiding it. Heather James is a seventeen year old girl with an eating disorder that is extremely unhappy with herself. After her dad dies, she finds herself going down a dark and twisted path that she can't seem to get out of. She feels alone in her own body and all that she wants is for someone to come and rescue her. Someone to fix her. And one day, when she meets Harry Styles unexpectedly, her whole world changes for the better. ~Cover created by @ceilteinte~

*Story Contains Mature and Explicit Content* [COMPLETED] "Strangers in the dark can change your life in the light." "As I reach the front door I can't help the same question swimming around in my mind, what could possibly be on all of those tapes?" ----- Preview: "You wanna try and be my medicine Abby?" he asks with a deep testing tone, keeping his voice quiet. "I can try" I breathe out as I gulp when his grip tightens "Try me" His hand slides up my throat, his long fingers wrapping tight around my jaw "That's what you really want?" I nod, as I sigh out a shallow yes, and I see every muscle in his body tense, as he wets his lips; hoarsely murmuring his next sentence like its his last try at making me change my mind. "I'm dangerous Abby, this is your last chance, tried to warn you" My stomach twists and knots, as I use every ounce of bravery I have. "Prove it then" ----- Book Started : DEC 2018 - COMPLETED MAY 2019

Deluna is the daughter of a world famous model. She's lived under her light for years and soon she'll be 18. 6 years she's been sick. 6 years no one has noticed. Until the accident. Now she meets with Dr. Styles twice a week. And he's determined to save her life. *** "You can't go without eating that long, Deluna. It's not good for you." "You don't understand." "You almost died." "I'm not hungry." "You've gotten used to the feeling." "Food makes me sick." "It's all in your head." "Help me." "I will try and fix you, Deluna. I won't stop until you're better."

Don't you call her baby. We're not talking lately. Don't you call her what you used to call me... A story in which a girl who writes songs falls in love with the boy who sings them. "Color...What a deep and mysterious language, the language of dreams." - Paul Gauguin. DO NOT PRINT MY BOOKS! *TW: story contains mature topics such as mental abuse, PTSD, minor drug usage, and minor sexual content.*

He was my pleasure, my drug and I think I may have overdosed.

She was his innocent sin. And he loved it.

You might be alive now, but just wait until you break his illusion. **This story contains: sexual content, age difference, mental and physical abuse, violence and explicit langue. Do not read, if you're not comfortable!**

**mature** "We accept the love we think we deserve." ― Stephen Chbosky, The Perks of Being a Wallflower "I would do anything for you, you know that right?" I ask her. "Harry, we can't." She pushes back slightly, as I lean down to place a kiss on her neck. "Hunter." "Does Hunter touch you like I do? Does he make you feel good?" My fingers inch lower down her stomach. Her whimper was the only thing I wanted to hear. "My brother doesn't make you feel the way I do, you know it." Highest rank - #1 in harry ***DISCLAIMER: WRITTEN WHILST 14!!*** © All rights reserved to @FineMelodyxx.

"Your like Bambi, my own personal Bambi." He said with a smirk across his face. "So fragile and carefree, I would love to know if you taste like one."

He's a sick psychotic man that just so happens to fall in love with a girl he's hired to kidnap. If all he's knows is a life of murder and violence what happens when the girl he's kidnapped, makes him feel things he's never felt before?