"Agent 864, I want you to hurt her, not physically, but mentally. Make her as weak as a napkin, exhaust her until she breaks as if she is being thrown against a wall like a glass vase. Suck out every single emotion she has and then bring her here - totally empty. I want you to destroy her." ~*~ There...
Harry Styles. 24 years old. CEO. Self made millionaire. He's New York's most eligible bachelor. Every man and women within 100 miles knows his name. But no one recalled knows Harry. Norah Wilson. 22 years old. Fashion intern. Self proclaimed mess. She moved from a small town in North Carolina to pursue her dreams...
What happens when you email Harry Styles for relationship advice...and he responds? Highest Ranking- #9 in Fanfiction
|| härSH adjective 1. unpleasantly rough or jarring to the senses.|| "I'm really glad I found you, because if I didn't it would've been goddamn shame."
His hand reached down for mine, intertwining our fingers together. I questioningly looked down at our hands and then up at him. "So you don't fall again." © drawing-5sos 2014, all rights reserved. TRANSLATIONS ARE NOT ALLOWED! credit to @ashtonfetish for the story cover
It's you, May. You're what I want forever. [COMPLETE] achievements: #1 in fanfiction