Working for a world-leading mafia, Harry knows how to kill, how to hunt his victims, and how to avoid any company of any kind. He's used to a lonely, quiet, and harsh environment. He is the best at what he does. And everything he does becomes problematic when he's assigned to protect the boss's daughter from world-known killers. Catalina tries to understand him, eventually failing because instead she falls for a man so willing to resist her. [Contains Mature Content]

Skylar Moore just graduated high school and is expecting to spend her summer vacation relaxing and having fun with friends. What if her mum tells Skylar that she is to be working during weekdays for the rest of the summer? What if Skylar finds out the she is working with the most avoidable and mysterious person from her school, Harry Styles? Everybody at school was scared of Harry after a mysterious event that happened a year ago. After that event Harry changed his personality and his looks to resemble a bad boy and nobody knows why. Nobody dares to talk to him since that event and he doesn't talk to anyone except his good mate, Liam Payne. However, Skylar is not afraid of Harry Styles. Instead, she is rather curious of him. Skylar now is very eager to know the truth about the mysterious Harry but first she needs to gain his trust. Will Skylar and Harry befriend? Will Skylar find out the truth? © 2014 fadoraharry_ All rights reserved.

and it started with her getting the wrong number [top rankings: #28 in short story, #80 in fan-fiction] © circumstance

[BOOK 2] Iceland is most definitely a cold country. I'm still trying to figure out why our principal decided to send the senior class to the land of ice for our school trip but that's what happened. Staying in Iceland with hormonal teenagers, one of them in a room just across from mine can only means this: cozy sweaters, cuddles, frozen kisses and warm hugs. "I know about one good way we can use to keep us warm." Harry said, a smirk formed on his lips. God, boys and their dirty minds. (cover by @niaill)

[BOOK 1] I break up with people. It's as simple as that. If you don't want to do it yourself, I'm your girl. Julie Birch, a semi-popular girl in my school has been dating the school's bad boy, Harry Styles, for a year but for some reason she wants to end the relationship. And guess who was asked to do it for her. Me. The only problem here is that I'm utterly afraid of Harry.

dis•con•nect•ed -having a connection broken •(of a person) lacking contact with reality

[COMPLETED] You never know what you have until you are about to lose it.

They weren't expecting to fall in love. Their pasts prohibited it. Yet fate and the cold winter air had other plans. Opportunities will arise that will cause both to make the decision to either let love go or fight for what they want-- each other. [Harry Styles AU] All Rights Reserved © jhildey | 2013 || COMPLETED This story has nothing to do with the real Harry Styles. Like most AU stories, I used him as a character so you can picture "Harry" in your mind. This has nothing to do with the REAL Harry or One Direction.

Harry Styles is broken, but his strength never ceases. He's been through hell the past three months and everything is going to change once he sees his brown-haired girl walking the campus. Beth Jones is confused and feels she isn't being told something about her past. She doesn't remember the past two years of her life, but what happens when her curly-haired lover re-enters her life again after her accident resulting in memory-loss? What happens when Harry meets Beth again? Will she be afraid of him or will she give him a chance? The only thing that stands in their way is time. This is a continuation/sequel of Bad Blood. I highly recommend you read that book first before starting this one. (Warning! This book contains anger, violence, and sexual content. Please read at your own risk.)

Book Song: Bad Blood by Sleeping At Last His eyes glowed. The emerald rimmed orbs dilating as he stares at me in the dark. The sense of intensity the eyes of the boy hold make me weak, losing all sense in knowing what to do. He moves closer, hands reaching out, encasing my own hand in his. He brings it to his lips and presses a cold kiss to the back. I stand frozen, unable to move, watching as the nameless boy presses his chest to mine, leaving no space between us. The coolness of his hand presses to the nape of my neck, my eyes closing as he keeps me close. The wind stings my body as I stand in the middle of the alley, the mysterious boy looking deep into my eyes after I open them once again. His eyes softly looking at me as he holds my hand tight, holding it at if he was afraid I would push him away as the other lay limp at my side. His thumb brushes over my jaw and my eyes look at the ground. His head moves to the side, feeling his breath on my ear. “You’re mine,” he whispers, breathing heavily into my ear. He lets me go and I watch as his dark figure walks away, leaving me speechless. I can’t move, his enticing personality making me want him, letting me stand here in my thoughts. The only thing I have is his eyes; I don’t even have a name.