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Part one of the Sweet Heart one shot series "I don't know what you want from me! I buy you gifts! I protect you! I fuck you! I hold your hand! I love you! I take care of you when you're little! What more do you need, Louis?!" He roars, face reddening. "I want to not be in love with a fucking gang leader! I want to know you're going to come home to me every time you go out! I want to know that I won't be getting a call from the police saying they found your body in the fucking river Thames! I want to have someone to sleep with at night! I want to know that I'll have you for more than a year! And I want you to stop killing everyone that even side glances me!" Louis shrieks back. I did not write this. All credits go to defenselesslarry on ao3.

//MATURE THEMES AND EXPLICIT CONTENT// "Make sure she's okay when I'm gone will you Harry?" It was from that moment I knew I'd do anything I could to protect her, anything. It wasn't just her I owe it to, it's myself. My one shot at redemption.

"All you had to do was trust me." "You're the one that's leaving..." "You're the one that isn't stopping me." **********

I've learned the nights are tough for her. in the darkness we lay together, and even through the hectic life of mine, she is the one overwhelmed by things she wished to never be apart of. "What's on your mind darling?", we both reached a breaking point of exhaustion, yet I never shut my eyes, she took care of everyone, it was my turn to watch over her. In all things I've been so intrigued about in life, she became one of them, ever since that night she looked of sapphire, I was drawn to her, she became my addiction, my high. My mind craved nothing more than her voice, her scent, the left over gloss on my lips after she had kissed me. I'm so passionate about this woman, so ardent.

"I really do love you," I whisper. He takes me in his strong arms. I feel safe. I know he would do anything to protect me from everything and everyone that would try to hurt me. Although he's strong and protective, and despite the fact that he truly loves me... He can't protect me from the thing that's trying to get me right now. He just can't. My angel Harry isn't a real angel, he can't make miracles happen... © xXxFamkexXx

❝IF I COULD BE HONEST FOR ONE DAY, EVEN JUST FOR A SPLIT SECOND, I'D TELL YOU THAT I'M HURTING. AND I MEAN REALLY HURTING.❞ ALL RIGHTS RESERVED | 2017 FUCKERINGS

I run faster and faster. He's going to catch me. I let out a very girly squeal as I feel two sets of arms grab me slowing me to a halt. "That is not fair!" I scream at the curly haired boy. He just chuckles letting go of me. "Yes it was. You never said I couldn't use other people." He shrugs. "It was implied. And he's training for the Olympics." "You're training." He states simply flipping his hair out of his eyes. "C'mon, we're going to be late." He grabs my wrist and starts pulling me down the street. "I really don't want to go." I whine while his grip doesn't falter but possibly gets tighter. "You really don't have a choice." He mumbles. "Since when have you cared about being punctual?" He's always the late one. "Since your job depends on it." And he's right. Maybe I should back up. I am Harry Styles' personal bodyguard. That doesn't really clear it up, does it? Well, this is what happened...

***WARNING: OF VIOLENT AND SEXUAL NATURE*** ***THIS BOOK IS UNDER EDITING. PLEASE CONSIDER THIS WHILE READING, THANK YOU** ❝I think violence in a cinematic context can be, if handled in a certain way, very..seductive.❞ I was innocent, way too innocent in a way that allowed people to screw me over. Including the flithy rich pricks that I called my parents. I didn't have any edge or charisma to my walk, and that's something I was told a lot. Then there was the troubled boy, Harry Styles, who stared into your soul, just because he could. Him, he had charisma, and the edge, and everything that I wanted. And I wanted him to teach me. Give me intensive, heated lessons. Sex lessons. o r i g i n a l ↬ Watch TRAILER before READING ↫ Credits for trailer: SOCKMONKEY7707 ©Floz__

[COMPLETED] "Rosie? I need to tell you something." Brittany asked me. "There are a few rules I want you to follow. First of all, you can't talk to the boys unless they asked you something, but make it short. I don't want you to waste my money by telling them your boring and useless stories because we only have two hours with them. Second of all, don't make any eye contact with the boys. Last of all and certainly not the least, just act like yourself like you do in high school, anti-social. Okay?" She smiled at me innocently even though I'm looking down in embarrassment and I could feel tears burning in my eyes. Where Rosie's use-to-be-BFF, Brittany, invited her to a One Direction concert and a two hours backstage meeting with them. Sparks fly between a certain curly haired, green eyed boy and Rosie. Everything is full of love and happiness until Brittany has the power to threaten them. Everything and everyone who Rosie loves will turn their back against her. Will everything be back to the way it was or not? Whatever happens, Rosie has learnt to have courage and don't let the haters get to her because they're not worth it.

"Who is he?" "He's trouble. I hate trouble. I hate him." ----------------- This story is mine. You may not copy it and take credit for it. If you want to make a tradiction please ask permission first or I WILL find you. Thank you and I love you all. This was my first fanfic that I actually completed and didn't delete so please don't judge my sad writing skillz. Enjoy the story and get your tissues ready.