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harry was just like any other boy his age. Sure he didn't have many friends but at least he had one. One friend was good enough for him. He was happy with this friend but the other kids treated him as a freak. harry didn't understand why. A part of him thought that it was because he was so different from others but it didn't matter. As long as he was with his friend, he knew everything was going to be alright. At least harry thought everything was going to be alright. He remembered being out on the yard playing with his friend. He remembered a black car driving up to his house. He remembered his parents both crying in each others arms. He remembered being taken to the hospital. harry wasn't sick. He didn't have to be in hospital. There was absolutely nothing wrong with him. He went to school just like every other kid, he did his work just like everyone else, he even did his chores with minimal complain. But there was one problem. That friend wasn't real.

"What's a sweet woman like you doing here all by herself?" His voice is low and raspy, it's hot. He reaches down and tucks a strand of my hair behind my left ear, waiting for my reply. "I'm not sweet. Go back to your table." I tell him firmly. A glimmer of shock passes over his eyes, it's probably the first time he's been rejected. "Playing hard to get, I like it. I don't follow instructions though." he tilts his head as he speaks. "You're a tough shell to crack, I don't know how to read you." "Maybe that's because I don't want you to read me, maybe my pages are better off hidden." I respond, keeping him on his toes and being completely honest. // Maddison Levine and Harry Styles met one night at a grungy bar, she knows he's too pure for her. She turns him down using every last piece of self restraint she has, she can't have him. But Harry doesn't play by the rules, he knows what he wants and he'll get her at any costs; only he doesn't realise how exactly how much she will cost...

***completed*** NOW PUBLISHED ON AMAZON Harry Styles. The strange one. The freak. The one who was too kind for his own good, trapped in a world where his job was to bring people pain. Sophia 'Spice' Winters. The dancer. The stripper. The one who who trapped in a world where her job was to provide men with nothing but pleasure. -- "What don't you understand?" Harry seethed, his hands gripping the roots of his hair. "I'm not the good guy here, Sophia. I'm bad, everything about me is fucking bad." Harry looked as if he was about to rip his hair out, his wild eyes shinning with madness. He looked unhinged, raw and angry. It should of frightened me. That look alone should of been enough to send me running. He didn't look like the shy man I first met. He looked...crazy. His fingers were coated in red, stained with the blood of another. He didn't seem to care though. "If I was you Sophia, I would run away. Run as far away as you possibly can, because I promise you...An evil part of me won't let you go, and I hate myself for that. I want you to run away, to a place that I can't ever find you. You'll be safe that way."

❝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

I was taken from my home. I knew this day would come. My ex would continue to try and keep me when I no longer wanted to be with him. He took me to London in the country. I got to go to my dream school that was the only good part till I met Him. Harry Styles. I told him what was going on and he saved me. Now I love him and I don't know if he feels the same

* * * * * * COMPLETED * * * * * * We laid together in silence, Harry running his fingers through my hair, me tracing the ink scattering his chest and abdomen. I could lay here forever... At least until my mind starts running wild. "What is this to you Harry?" I whisper, afraid to ask. I don't know where that came from, but I need to know. "What do you mean?" "I don't know... I just, I don't want to be another one of your girls. And I know whatever's going on between us is more than that, but... I don't know." I sigh. "It's only you, baby." Harry kisses my forehead. "I only want you, and it better be the same damn way for you. There's no way I'm sharing you." I smile to myself. That's what I needed to hear. "There isn't, it's only you for me too." ** © 2014 by angellwt_. All rights reserved. (WARNING: MATURE STORY) ********COMPLETED********

There were three kinds of Harry known to man. Harry around his friends. Bad boy Harry. And perverted flirt Harry. Obviously I wasn't his friend so the only time I saw 'with his friends Harry' was at lunch when they were alone at their table. His smiles and laughs seemed more real and less snarky. His eyes would widen then squeeze shut because he was laughing so hard. I wasn't Harry's friend so all I got was a whole lot of asshole Harry. I decided that's bad boy Harry and perverted flirt Harry combined. Harry wasn't Adam and Adam wasn't Harry. I don't know which I wanted. It was hard in a situation like this. Do you want the boy you thought you loved or the boy who loves you.

Blame Styles. I mean, I don't blame Harry for the death of my mother or sister or the fact I had a few psychotic boyfriends back then... But I blame him for everything else. I blame him for always trying to "protect me". I blame him for always making me laugh even when I don't want to. I blame him for a lot. But I blame him more for protecting me from my own demons. Maybe if it weren't for Harry, or myself, neither of us would be here right now. So I guess there is one blame I can't pin on him. Or maybe I can... Well- I blame both of us for falling for each other. So much has happened. But love conquers all... right? *Some inspiration on small parts from FeelsDepartment on Instagram*

Hey internet people. So I'll update this story maybe a couple of times a day (because I'm really getting into it.) Give it a vote or even just a read, but I hope you enjoy it, there will be plenty of chapters and maybe even a sequel, we'll see. Here's a sneak preview ------------ “Never leave me, Harry…please.” I begged, my words muffled by my own tears. He shook his head and looked at me. His eyes pleaded, unfathomable words… “Violet. The day I leave you, is the day you order me away, not before, not after.” He declared. He didn’t seem to understand that I would never order him away; I would never give him up. I knew he was the most amazing person; he was one of a kind. He was mine.