A cluster of Harry one shots off my tumblr!!

"Ti piace?" mi chiese il moro al mio fianco, sospirai guardando gli altri due "Lei... Lei non mi piace ne sono innamorato" ................. Harry Edward Styles un giovane neo-professore di letteratura di 25 anni che lavora presso la UL (University of London) si innamora di Elisabeth Devison la ragazza piu bella della UL nonché sua alunna... Cosa succederá quando lo verrá a sapere? Cosa cambierá? Rimarrá un rapporto professionale: Professore-Alunna; diventeranno amici o qualcosaltro?

❝Please stop!❞I suck in a sharp breath trying to push him away. He gropes my butt while staring coldly into my eyes. ❝I'm going to treat you like the little slūt you are!❞ He whispers darkly into my ear, his warm breath fanning over my cold skin. I close my eyes trying to suppress all my ironical desire for his lips. ❝I'm not a slūt!❞ I shriek turning my head away from him. Trying to catch a breath of cold air because the fire between us is consuming everything. ❝I'll make you PAY!❞ He growls pushing me to the wall harshly. He pushes his body against mine and I let out involuntary whimpers. She is FIRE. He is ICE. They are different but they will kill you all the same. ~•~•~•~•~•~ Kismet - Destiny; Fate. Feeling that her past has given her enough, Allison decides to start over. Turn a new leaf and never look back, knowing that every new beginning comes from some other beginning's end. New people in her life make it worthwhile until things take a different turn and she wishes her past was her present. Lies and Deep dark secrets come to life. What happens when she falls into the arms of Harry, a secretive and complicated stud, who has his own demons that need slaying?

･:*:･ﾟ☆ ⭑ ❝I'm not afraid of you,❞ I whispered, though the tremor in my voice said otherwise. He smiled - that quiet, devastating kind of smile that means trouble - and let his eyes drift down to my lips. ❝I'm not sure if I believe you,❞ he murmured, ❝or if I need to.❞ ❝I'm not afraid of you, Louis.❞ I wanted it to sound like defiance. It sounded like surrender. His eyes flicked up to mine - but this time, they didn't soften. ❝You should be,❞ he said, low. ❝I'm a murderer.❞ ❝I don't care,❞ I said. Then his lips found mine - and for the first time that night, the world didn't feel like something I wanted to leave. He pulled back just enough to breathe against my skin. ❝As I said,❞ he whispered, ❝we're both fucked up.❞ And then he kissed me again - harder this time, like he was trying to erase every reason we shouldn't. ･:*:･ﾟ☆ ⭑ ʀᴏꜱᴇ ɪꜱ ʟɪᴠɪɴɢ ʜᴇʀ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍ ᴀꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴇᴀᴅ ɢᴜɪᴛᴀʀɪꜱᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴘᴜɴᴋ ʀᴏᴄᴋ ʙᴀɴᴅ ᴊᴜᴘɪᴛᴇʀ, ᴛᴏᴜʀɪɴɢ ᴀᴄʀᴏꜱꜱ ᴇᴜʀᴏᴘᴇ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ꜰɪʀꜱᴛ ᴍᴀᴊᴏʀ ᴛᴏᴜʀ. ᴡʜᴇɴ ꜱʜᴇ ᴍᴇᴇᴛꜱ ʟᴏᴜɪꜱ - ᴀ ʙʟᴜᴇ-ᴇʏᴇᴅ ꜱᴛʀᴀɴɢᴇʀ ᴡɪᴛʜ ꜱᴇᴄʀᴇᴛꜱ ᴅᴀʀᴋᴇʀ ᴛʜᴀɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴏᴀᴅꜱ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴛʀᴀᴠᴇʟ - ᴀ ᴄᴏɴɴᴇᴄᴛɪᴏɴ ꜱᴘᴀʀᴋꜱ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɴᴇɪᴛʜᴇʀ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ɪꜱ ʀᴇᴀᴅʏ ꜰᴏʀ. ʙᴜᴛ ᴀꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʀᴏᴡᴅ ɢᴇᴛꜱ ʟᴏᴜᴅᴇʀ, ꜱᴏ ᴅᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛʜɪɴɢꜱ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴛʀɪᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ʟᴇᴀᴠᴇ ʙᴇʜɪɴᴅ. ᴀɴᴅ ᴜɴᴅᴇʀ ᴛʜᴇ ʙʀɪɢʜᴛ ꜱᴘᴏᴛʟɪɢʜᴛꜱ ᴏꜰ ꜱᴏʟᴅ-ᴏᴜᴛ ꜱʜᴏᴡꜱ, ʀᴏꜱᴇ ʀᴇᴀʟɪᴢᴇꜱ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ'ꜱ ɴᴏ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍ ᴡɪᴛʜᴏᴜᴛ ᴀ ꜱᴀᴄʀɪꜰɪᴄᴇ. ･:*:･ﾟ☆ ⭑