Mr Styles

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Reads 291,065
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Parts 28
Time 3h 22m

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When two people want each other, need each other, there's almost nothing that can hold them back. Not even the fact that he was her teacher and she was his student...


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He always picked on me, and only me. My friends didn't see my problem with him, and they clearly couldn't understand mine. Mr. fucking Styles would be the death of me. *I'm re-writing this so it might be some what similar to the original! I promise this one is supposed to be better written*

"Harry I know you, when you see a fight you never back down and I understand how you feel about her and you are willing to just throw down with anybody. But it's okay to let this one go, what are the chances that you could win anyways?" ~All Rights Reserved~

"My love for her was forbidden but the lust I felt was never forgotten" Looking at her made my heart skip beats but I fought against it knowing that each single feeling I felt for her was wrong. But fate or whatever you want to call it brought us to each other. Little did I know the girl I fell for, the girl that learned my darkest thoughts and fears would be... My student. "Our hearts connected as one without thought of the consequences" Being in love wasn't something common to me. Nor did I ever think it would be. But, beginning the school year with a new understanding of the word "love" made it seem possible. It was possible for me to find the right person. Someone to confine in and lay in bed at night and confess your darkest fears, and hopes. Little did I know that person would be...My teacher.

The first draft is currently under reconstruction ;) Cassandra's world is turned upside down when she begins a heated, forbidden affair with her enigmatic substitute teacher. But Nickolai is hiding a deadly truth: he's a calculating mafia boss, driven by loyalty and legacy. As their forbidden romance deepens, Cassandra unknowingly becomes entangled in his dangerous world. Will their love be strong enough to overcome the secrets and lies, or will his dark obsession destroy them both? - Please note: THIS IS THE FIRST DRAFT OF THIS NOVEL. ALL GRAMMAR MISTAKES AND PLOTHOLES WILL BE FIXED.

It was just a little crush that she thought would never escalate to something more. This junior in high school, Dolores 'Lolita' Hayles finds herself head over heels for her 29 year old art teacher Mr. Styles. In this forbidden love, she doesn't know how to stop... and neither does he.

Oblivion (Harry Styles) by harrys_mermaid_94

She wanted someone to hold her. He needed someone to hold.

"I expect that if we're going to be working together you learn to trust me." He demands hastily, his eyes boring into mine. Something in my head told me that trusting him was a bad idea, but I needed the help, and he violently attractive. The hypersexed part of me didn't want him to slip through the cracks. Plus, I was doing really well with him. Who cares if he stood trial for murder, right? On the brink of failing law school, college sophomore Logan Davis is left with no choice but to seek aid from a professional. One who's on trial for murder.

My Teacher and Me (A Harry Styles Fanfic) by Br1Dny

Mia McIntosh was just a student at secondary school with perfect grades... especially in Maths, but only since the most gorgeous man took over as her teacher after her old one retired. Mr Styles. He was gorgeous, he had dazzling emerald eyes, a perfect crooked smile that made her weak at the knees, and his voice... oh my god his voice! So deep, so raspy. He is perfect and after attempting to get closer to him by getting help with her work every single lesson, he was no longer her teacher... but something more. Her life was never going to be the same again, and she knew it. They both did. AN: I hate myself.

Mr. Styles

He always picked on me, and only me. My friends didn't see my problem with him, and they clearly couldn't understand mine. Mr. fucking Styles would be the death of me. I'm re-writing this so it might be some what similar to the original! I promise this one is supposed to be better written

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