Harry can't leave Zayn. Zayn would go crazy. He will hurt Harry more than he already does. He would kill anyone who tries to separate them. Zayn is a cheater , abuser and he is a fucking phsyco who is obsessed with Harry. Only one problem , Harry is Zayn's weakness and Zayn won't allow him to leave. He says he isn't crazy .. He is just in love.

Zayn's always been a little different... © 2016-17 Prisonerwithavision

Harry Styles is very bubbly. He smiles a lot. But behind that smile is a fragile soul crying for help without realizing. Harry lives with his abusive boyfriend, Liam Payne. Liam hurts him so much but Harry is so in love with him that he doesn't even think about leaving him. However Liam's best friend, Niall Horan thinks that Harry deserves better. The more Liam hurts Harry, the more Niall falls in love with Harry. Will Harry leave Liam for Niall or will he stay with Liam? ✔Domestic Violence ✔Mpreg ✔Fem!Harry copyright © all rights reserved 2016

I am only fifteen...how could this happen to me? I am nerdy-straight 4.0 GPA, never smoked, never done drugs, never had a boyfriend, never had sex, never tasted alcohol, so why did he have to kidnap me? And how does One Direction fit into this mess?

Leave me once - may be forgiven. Break me twice - you may regret it. Make me love you again - shame on you.

"Don't worry, nobody has to know. It'll be our secret." He whispered into my ear. I still remember that night as if it was yesterday; he told me it was going to be our secret and that nobody would find out. He told me I wouldn't get hurt and I believed him. But what he never told me was how to stop. He never told me that all of this was going to happen. He never told me his secret.

"Harry this isn't healthy. You're obsessed. I can't believe you go to all that trouble just to look at him." "Of course I do," "I have to." "I love him."

Fifteen years. The number of normal every-day life. One day. The number of time when my life suddenly took a 180. 8000. The number of miles I was taken away from my home. Two. The number of parents I will never see again, Two weeks. The number of weeks I lived with kidnappers, rapists, and murderers. Three times. The number of times I lost my innocence to three different men. Four months. The number of months I lived a semi-normal but hectic life with practically strangers. Two. The number of children I carried Two. The number of times I was kidnapped. One week. The number of weeks I was held hostage. Thirty. The number of times I probably passed out or fainted. One hundred plus. The number of times I cried and felt sorry for myself. Six months. The number of months I waited until I got to see my children. Thirty seconds. The number of seconds it took before my life fully crumbled before my very eyes. A moment. How long it took for it all to start over again. Save Them, Please? *Sequel to 'Help Me, Please?*

*y'all DON'T READ THIS. i wrote this at thirteen. you've been warned.* "Harry, it's been rumored that if you have a daughter you would name her Darcy. Any particular reason why?" The interviewer asked. I gulped and glanced down at my feet, not wanting to talk about the girl that I had lost. "Um, yeah, actually." I admitted. "I used to be friends with a girl named Darcy... but she was kidnapped and never found again. I think that I'd like to name my daughter Darcy in her memory." My heart started to ache as I remembered Darcy Monroe and knew that I would never see her again. Or so I thought. © Copyright 2013. All rights reserved. This material may not be reproduced, displayed, modified or distributed without the express prior written permission of the copyright holder. For permission, contact _HakunaMatata_ on Wattpad.com

Going into a new school Harry is determined to hide the fact that he was born blind as long as he can in fear of being judged. When he meets Louis, the schools football star, he's skeptical to tell him his secret, regardless of Harry's growing feelings for him Credits to 123AJE on quotev