Harry and Kate are completely different people. Harry is 29, a professor at the University of Chicago, a bit closed off, and currently recovering from the death of his wife that took place the past autumn. Kate is 21, a transfer student, and dealing with life after being convicted of attempting to murder her previous boyfriend. The two meet under odd circumstances and get off on the wrong foot upon their meeting. It doesn't take them long to look past that though and begin an unofficial physical relationship that inevitably does not remain under those terms. These two worlds come together unexpectedly and clash in the beginning. They eventually learn to deal with each other's rocky past though and find a way to be accepting of the person they both have become since those incidents. Of course it's not quite that easy, though. This is a story of love, hate, and uncertainty all wrapped into one. Harry and Kate learn the hard way that you can run from your past, but you will never truly escape the darkness that follows you.

Pink roses were her favorite. So he bought her white. ** "God didn't give you that beautiful mouth so you would fucking cry all the time. Be a brat, see what happens." |involves daddy kink| mentions improper use of drugs, alcohol, sex, and consensual relationships| age gap| *editing as ongoing* **ALL RIGHTS RESERVED DO NOT COPY**

"Please just leave me alone." I whimpered "I can't do that. Baby you're mine." He said, I shivered when I felt his hot minty breathe down my neck, "only mine." he whispered.

Kidnapped; by one of Britain's most wanted. Stuck; in a mansion with 15 "dolls". AKA, "Daddy's little girls" and each and everyone has an individual reason to be there. And now it's Keegan's time to pay a visit, insisted by yours truly. Britain's most wanted: Harry Edward Styles. "Daddy's home!" The door creaked open as a tall, lean man stepped into our presence. "Hello, baby dolls."

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.*

18+ / Very Mature "So you've been stalking me?" "Completely." I laugh at his candor and I watch as his eyes light up, "I applaud your honesty." "Why thank you." He responds with mock bashfulness. I pause for a second before I speak again, "I've noticed you too." "Yeah?" He asks with wide eyes and a pleased smile. I'm surprised by his surprise. He comes off as so confident, yet here he is, shocked that I could've been looking at him too. "Yeah." I bite my lip as the urge to touch his beautiful body increases, "But you've always been taken." "I bet none of those girls would feel as good as you." His voice comes out in a low whisper completely catching my insides on fire. "You're right, they don't." I state with no hesitance. There's no doubt in my body that I couldn't pleasure this boy better than any girl he's been with.

"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!

* * * * * * COMPLETED * * * * * * Pure: adj. - untainted with evil or guilt: pure innocence - absolute; utter; sheer: pure joy - free from moral taint or defilement: pure love a story in which an unknown 25 year old man and an innocent 17 year old girl get in contact with each other by texting but what the girl doesn't know about the man, is that he has a kink a daddy kink "And maybe if you weren't so pure, you woudn't have all these daddy issues." © 2014 by angellwt_. All rights reserved. WARNING: this story contains sexual content and strong language this story also contains an age gap read at own risk! [highest ranking: #39 in 'Fanfiction' 2015 - #54 in 'feels' 2018 - #11 in 'obedience' 2019 - #15 in 'pure' 2020] MATURE