|✓Completed.| |Mature Content(18+).| She was a porcelain doll placed in his calloused hands, fragile and pure. He broke her. She fixed him. First Chapter // 15.10.18 Last Chapter // 01.06.20 @ 243K Trailer // 03.06.20 by @-hopperstyles Achievements : #1 in "boxerharry" - 19.10.19 #1 in "harrystylesfanfiction" - 29.10.19 • 100K - 2.11.19 #1 in "boxing" - 11.03.2020 #2 in "maturethemes" - 15.03.2020 Copyright 2018 © [[ Word Count : 100 000 - 120 000]]

They met at the wrong time under the wrong circumstances, in a world that was not theirs. They had no choice but to move on from each other. Five years later, Griffin Walker and Harry Styles meet again. How will it end this time? LOVE BUILT ON LIES. © hesasnowflake

{completed} "I want to go home." I plead. "Do you? Because Lydia, I will take you home myself if that's what you want." He says lowly. I knit my brows together in confusion. He takes another step toward me. "But, don't you remember? There's people out there, Lydia." He steps right up to me and tucks a piece of my hair behind my ear. "People who want to hurt you." he continues. I feel tears well up in my eyes as I let out a sharp exhale. Harry leans down so that his lips are right next to my ear and I tremble in pure terror. "And this time..." I feel him speak against my ear. "I won't be there to save you." he whispers darkly. -- ~crumble ; verb -to break apart into small fragments especially over a period of time due to deterioration. ~ loving him meant risking everything. he was trouble and she knew it... but it was so hard to stay away. Harry Styles is a criminal. He has criminal friends and lives a criminal lifestyle. Lydia White has been a good girl her whole life. A twist of fate causes the two of them to meet. Lydia falls for Harry but soon discovers who he is. Now, he has enemies out to get him...and her.

Harry doesn't believe in coincidences. Neither should she.

Maybe she shouldn't have opened her door in the middle of the night. 24/06/19 #3 in fanfiction 24/06/19 #3 in romance

"So, what possessed you to spend your evening at this shitty party?" I asked, releasing the taste of my cigarette with my words. His gaze decidedly landed on my lips that were wrapped around my burning cigarette as he finally spoke. "I guess I'm a bit of a masochist." He shrugged and a sharp laugh escaped my throat at his words. "What's your excuse?" "Oh, I'm the one throwing this shitty party, so I guess I'm a bit of a sadist," I replied with a shrug of my own and his laugh was just as sharp as mine had been. All humor left his voice, however, when he said, "Yeah? Fuck, that's hot." //After a fateful meeting at a house party, Stevie never thought she would see Harry Styles again. However, a year later when a mutual friend tells her Harry's band is looking for a new bassist, she jumps at the opportunity. Much to Stevie's disappointment, Harry doesn't seem to remember her, or the night they shared, and he certainly has a darker side when he isn't trying to get into her pants.// Mature content warning// This story contains adult themes and explicit sexual content.