Stella Edison is a normal 21 year old who works as an executive at Gucci. She meets a British popstar Harry Styles who signs a collaboration with the brand. He is so much more than a regular celebrity she adored, enough to scare her away as they are polar opposites of eachother. She helps him to unfold the demons of his past and overcome them. They find out their common enemy in their journey, while walking past every obstacle that stood in front of them. ..................... "Stop pretending like you're the good guy here! You get that Harry?" I yell at him. He walks towards me and pushes me into a wall so my back aligns with the wall. He leans forward and says in the most calm way, "Don't you dare raise your fucking voice at me honey." I gather my courage and reply, "You don't have control over me." "You're not listening to me tha-" I cut him in between, "And why should I? Who are you?" He looks at me in the eye and says, "Fine! Guess what? I don't give a shit about you and your stuff." And to that, I say, "Neither do I." He moves away from me towards the door but I speak up again, "Will you try this outfit once so that my job is done and we don't have to tolerate eachother?" He finally picks up the outfit from the couch and starts walking towards me again. "You're such a troub-" he couldn't complete before I heard a loud noise. He doubles over on the ground, hands on his knees and instantly I realise. A bullet hit his back. ................. "It's okay to always be this wet because....." He begins but stops speaking for a second and thrusts his hips forward, making me feel that he's got an erection while saying, "...I'm always this hard when I'm around you." "Can I dive into this ocean babygirl?" He murmurs as he applies pressure along my clit with his fingers which has me melting and moaning louder. .................. Story contains:- Violence, Mature Language, Drugs, Abuse, Mental Health Triggers, Sexual Content. All rights reserved to @ifancyyouharry

*Editando primeros capítulos* Amar no es un juego, amar no es tan sencillo como muchos piensan, amar incluso puede ser un asco y aún más cuando la vida misma no te la pone fácil y aún peor cuando la persona en la que confías no coopera. ¿Cuánto se pueden herir dos personas?, ¿Cuántas heridas puede ocasionar el amor?, ¿Cuanto tiempo tarda una persona en perdonar?, ¿Se puede perdonar?, ¿Cuanto se puede necesitar a alguien?, ¿Cuanto se puede amar a alguien? Miles de preguntas y miles de posibles respuestas que solo pueden ser contestadas arriesgándolo todo y dando un salto de fe, porque el amor es un salto de fe en el que solo tienes que confiar en que el fondo no sea letal. Esta historia es completamente mía, al principio es un poco cliché, pero después se pone genial, espero les guste. El copyright o adaptación de esta historia está completamente prohibido, se denunciará a la historia y al usuario, pues está historia está reservada con derechos de autor. Gracias. Puedes contactarme por medio de un mensaje para la adaptación de esta historia. Recuerda que la decisión es mía. SoyMoonlight

He had always assured me not to hold back and I guess today was the day. I exploded feeling the most surreal feeling ever not finding the right word to explain the warmth and love I felt for him. The most beautiful thing of it all wasn't just the lust or post orgasmic pleasure my body was experiencing like none other time but feeling safe, loved back by this gorgeous loving human was absolutely...breathtaking. ⚠️mature content ⚠️some description maybe unacceptable for some readers ⚠️read on your own risk

"Smoking is bad, you know." The placid voice speaks up from the distant dark corner, nothing to see but a tall silhouette and an orange glow of a cigarette cherry. "It's the least of my problems," I murmur with my own between my lips, proceeding to feel the stagnant debris valley my throat when I suck delicately. He exhales a chuckle of cynical amusement, his footsteps getting every step clearer to my eardrums until I eventually sense body heat burning my back. "And why is that?" He whispers over my shoulder, hands inviting themselves to grip the railing in front of me so I become a prisoner between his inked arms. I swallow. "Because you'll be the one to kill me first." // Aven Brooks is hired to take pictures for the world-renown punk rock band known today as Duplicity; hoping the experience gets her into her most elite-dreamed university. However, when her lenses accidentally capture more than just cheeky sound checks and performances, she comes to a horrifying discovery that Duplicity is anything but a band. Appalled and frightened, she's trapped. *HIGHEST RANKINGS* #1 IN HARRYSTYLES #1 IN ONEDIRECTION ALL RIGHTS RESERVED TO @happydays1d NOT ALLOWING TRANSLATIONS! CONTAINS VULGAR LANGUAGE / DRUG ABUSE / SEXUAL CONTENT / DESCRIPTIVE VIOLENCE / MENTAL HEALTH READ AT OWN RISK!