"Harley,"he breathed, his warm breath fanning against my skin, the sound of his heartbeat against my chest. His fingertips grazed my lips. His eyes pour into mine, those gleaming emerald eyes filled with lust. And secrets. Secrets I'd never have the courage to reveal.
"Baby, you're my everything." My heart flutters.
"I'm not anyone's anything." I mutter. Harry reaches both hands up to cup my cheek, and with one swift motion, turned me to face him. His voice is soft, deep, and raspier then usual. He presses his plump lips against mine, and whispers breathlessly,
" Don't ever say that again. You fulfill me, Harley. You fill me up so much with your light I would drown in darkness if you pulled away."
Warning: contains sex, violence and inappropriate language
A bad boy romance.
Harlow, a normal sixteen year old girl, living a normal life. That is, until she meets Harry Styles, a cruel, sexy man she gets attracted to. And him with her.
There's just one problem.
Harry's a criminal. But not just some criminal. Deadlier than a criminal.
When Harry's dark past comes back to haunt him and Harlow's questions lead her to dangerous answers, will obstacles tear them apart, or help them realize the worth of love, hope, and bond them tighter together?
*May be triggering to some readers*
"Ah, but what if Niall knew you were hiding something from him, something that puts him in danger," he has a point all of them are in danger but if I keep my mouth shut, they'll be safe.
"You dare tell Niall about those texts. I'll kill you myself," I've never been a person to throw threats around, but i had to do something.
He takes a step closer to me, only a few inches between our bodies now.
"Oh, you're a murderer now, I see," he chuckles to himself, his chest rising up and down slowly, like he's the most relaxed person on earth.
"I've never hurt a fly, never would, unless you hurt my brother," I state strongly, avoiding eye contact.
My eyes are glued to his worn Rolling Stones t-shirt.
"I'm not hurting your brother, sweetheart, I'm hurting you," he speaks lowly, almost at a whisper "the more I know about you, the more I have against you, the more I can get what I need from this situation."