COMPLETED | "Make me feel like I am breathing, feel like I am human."

Harry's hand wraps around her throat, not to hurt her, but just to show her who is in charge. Pushing her against the wall, he holds her still, pressing his body against her naked one. His eyes are ablaze with pure rage as he stares at her. The thoughtof her sitting naked in her room, waiting for her customer to arrive, makes him want to kill. Her body is for him only. It's for him to see, to caress, to fuck. She is his angel after all. "If you want your punishment to be bearable, you will come with me without another protest, Angel." Harry tells her harshly and she shivers a little at tone of his voice. For a moment, she thinks of compiling with his request, aware that whatever he says, he does. But then like a truck, the memories hit hey back. Memories of how he ruined her and her dreams. "Let me the fuck go, Harry." She pants, her nails digging in his hand in an attempt to break free. Harry chuckles bitterly at her words, his face moving closer to hers, their lips touching even so slightly and she inhales sharply, feeling the familiar tingles all over the body. "I don't think you are in charge here, my angel."

[COMPLETED] pairings are not limited to wine. this story sits well on the tongue with the art teacher - rufus wainwright :) "Unity is what makes art complete." Mr. Styles said. His eyes glancing over to me as he spoke. "Unity is what makes artwork whole." A unified design is greater than the sum of its parts; the design is seen as a whole first, before the individual elements are noticed. - After being raised in restriction her whole life by two ruthlessly strict parents, eighteen-year-old Alaska Dwyer has finally ventured out on her own and taken on the opportunity to study at the Institute of Fine Arts. She has longed for normality all her life, and that is certainly not something she will obtain when she falls for Mr. Styles, her thirty-three year old Visual Arts teacher. Their relationship is incredibly wrong, incredibly nonsensical, but incredibly invigorating. Amongst all of those things, their relationship is fortunately and unfortunately not everlasting either. [this book contains sexually explicit content] rankings) #1 on daddy issue stories [december 16 2020] #5 on explicit stories #33 on romantic stories #32 on alternate universe stories #8 on taboo stories #8 on kink stories #3 on daddy issue stories #4 on teacher stories #1 on teacherstudent stories [july 30 2020] ♡ #13 on mature stories #36 on styles stories Unity © Hxrryparadise 2017

Melissa finds out that her brother has been hiding something from her for 15 years. When her brother goes missing she must rely on Harry and his friends to get him back but most importantly, protect her from the truth. All Rights Reserved © XhazzabaeX

"So I heard you're into drummers." copyright || thisisall4you translated into Italian by @xImIntoDrummersx completed 24.05.17

❝Once you lose someone, it is never the same exact person who comes back.❞ Highest Ranking: #112 in Short Story (01/11/2015) Date of Writing: 01/06/2015 - 01/12/2015

⚠️TW: Mention of abuse, self-harm, and suicidal thoughts. Read at your own risk.⚠️ - He needed someone to make his ex-girlfriend jealous I needed someone to get my crush to notice me Neither of us thought that Faking It would lead to something real

"I'm a monster!" he shouted in my face, his veins popping out on his neck. I tried to hold my tears but failed, all these months of patience and anger caused my body to shake, my heart was pounding so loud in my chest that my blood was boiling in my veins. "No Harry! You're not a monster!" I cried out loud, my chest rising and falling from my heavy breathing. He clenched his jaw and fisted his palms and in seconds, he punched the wall that was behind me right next to me, making me gasp for air. All the anger that built inside me was now replaced by fear as his piercing green eyes turned to a darker shade. "How can you say that after what I did to you?" he hissed, his hot breath hitting my swollen lips, his nostrils flaring. I took a deep shakey breath before I parted my lips to answer him. "Because I can see through you, Harry. I can see your innocence."

People say there are plenty of fish in the sea. But to Calum, she was his sea.

in which a boy and a girl of complete unfamiliarity make faces at each other from opposite sides of the room