Meant To Be |H.S|

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"-I hate you so much!- I scream at the top of my lungs.
Instead of screaming back, he comes closer, puts one hand on my hip and the other hand on my cheek, and says:
-Oh, but baby, you can't hate me, we are meant to be."All Rights Reserved

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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.

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"I remember the first time you held my hand. I don't know if it was because of the cold or the fact that I loved you, but fuck, I felt the world rush through my veins. Just know that I love you, I love you with all of my fucked up, piece of shit heart." *** due to mature content, some of the parts are private, which means you need to follow me, so you can read those. I mark them with a * just so you know! Anyway, enjoy! *** i'm sorry I never finished this story but i had no creativity anymore and depression fucked me up so just feel like the last chapter is the end!! i'm so sorry

please don't comment crap on this story, I made it when I was very young and clueless. I understand it sucks and it's gross. // "You're nobody important, just a little girl to fill my sexual needs" Harry's sickening voice is adamant. Tears prick my eyes, but I've got to stay strong. There is no way he will see me cry. "So that's all I ever was to you? After everything we'd been through?" I take a deep breath and shut my eyes, wanting to erase all of our memories together. "Don't think of it as a one time thing." He says, grabbing his coat off of the couch, as well as throwing on his shoes. "What do you want me to think of it as then!?" I yell, a tear or two slipping down my pale cheeks. All this time we'd spent had to have meant something to him, it had too have. "Think of it like this Arabella, in my mind no strings were attached in our 'relationship', everything was more so.." He trails off opening the door ready to leave. "Well more so like first person who falls in love is the first person to be..." And with that I'm left to a shut door and a broken heart. ___ Copyright © 2014 TheDarkestOnes |All Rights Reserved| Highest Rank: #1 in yes daddy #19 in fanfiction #5 in sir #4 in after warning: self harm/rape content, read at your own risk.

"C'mon Lou," says Zayn after a moment, He sounds even more exasperated than before. Louis sort of has a knack for exasperating people, especially people like Zayn who aren't usually bothered by his brattiness. "Can't you give this guy a chance? Harry Styles? Aren't you curious about him at all?" Despite his best efforts, Louis still flinches at the name. He really shouldn't be so affected after all these years. He's seen the name printed down the curve of his waist in obnoxiously and uncommonly large loopy letters every single day since his sixteenth birthday eight years ago. He's very familiar with the name Harry Styles. It sounds pretentious and Louis hates it. He hates everything about his supposed soulmate. He hates his large handwriting that stands out like a claim on his skin whenever he's walking around shirtless. He hates his pretentious name. And now he hates his supposed curls and green eyes and dimples. - Or Louis has been skeptical of soulmates for years so it seems like fate when he finally bumps into the owner of the obnoxiously large signature printed onto his skin since age sixteen: Harry Styles, a human rights attorney who is firmly against soulmates.

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"You're so innocent; I feel like I'm punishing you." "Teach me, Mr. Styles." I drawled. Harry crossed the floor quickly. "What has gotten into you?" He asked, undoing his belt. "Now kneel." // It was not of free will that she chose to stay. She was the only one who could free him from his demons. And so, inevitably it wasn't long before he became addicted. She couldn't escape him either, nor was she sure she really wanted to. // [ Complete - August 1, 2018 ] --- WARNING: INCLUDES EXPLICIT SEXUAL CONTENT AND SMALL ACTS OF VIOLENCE. NOT RECOMMENDED FOR AGES 13 OR UNDER. ©2015 climacticstyles

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Please note this is undergoing editing and adjustments so there may be inconsistencies till 100% edited :) "This isn't about money, or what my brother did to yours." Harry leaned in, fingers curling around my hips. "This is about you and me, Angel. And you want me. And I need you."

Hey guys ! So here's my second book of Harry Styles Imagines.

❝I loved him, but it was a rotten love. A love pushed well past its expiration date. It was ugly and sour and spiteful and disgusting. It was hopeless...it was unsalvageable. And we both got to the point where we both knew it was over but we played dumb, half in denial, half waiting for the other person to speak up, all the while wondering: which could be worse? To be trash, or the one who takes out the trash? And in the end, it really didn't matter. It hurts all the same.❞ {BASED ON THE MOVIE, SIX YEARS.} ALL RIGHTS RESERVED | 2017 FUCKERINGS

"You're mine." Harry pushes me up against the wall and holds his hands to the back of my thigh. "Say it." I just stand there, my stomach feeling like it's about to burst with nervousness. "Say it!" He demands. "I'm yours, Harry." My breathes stuttering. The truth is I'm terrified of him.

What do you do, when the person that broke your heart, is the one person; who has the power and courage to fix it? ~Unknown. ------------------------ The art of mending a broken heart is a long, and fragile process. It can take weeks, months, maybe even years to get the result you want. Especially if the person trying to fix it, is your high school nemesis. Harry Styles has bullied Avery Young, ever since the freshman year of high school. Being told that you were fat and worthless everyday would practically tear you apart. Especially for someone like Avery, and everything she's been through. The only things that really keeps her together, is her two best friends Zoe and Andrea. Without them, Avery would be lost and altogether even more broken than she already is. As the months progress, and graduation comes closer, Harry soon realizes theres something he needs to do for Avery. Fix her. But will he let his reputation get the better of him, or will he stick it out, and be the person he needs to be for Avery? _______________________________________________

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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.

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