Novel & Cerita After Fanfiction Harry Styles

The girls excitement was to see if he was one of the hot ones to hook up, while guys on the other hand were excited to see which gang he would join, considering the rumours also mentioned him to be one of the high class. "What do you think will he look like? Will he have red flaming hairs with green eyes?" Sam asked with a girlish giggle, while the others joined in. "Or sandy blond wavy locks with ocean blue eyes!" "Are you dreaming of Harry Styles?" Riley asked incredulously to Christi, who looked baffled. "Harry Styles doesn't have sandy blond hairs! Get it together!" While the girls bickered on, Sam turned her attention to Agatha, who was busy scrolling through her I*******m. "What do yo

It's all a recipe for creating obsessed stalker fangirls, and the reason that Alastaire's fans – or Alastaire's Angels, as they call themselves - are particularly aggressive and territorial over him. When it comes to fan numbers though, the most popular band member by far is Fable’s lead singer, Felix. Where Alastaire is sun-kissed and light, Felix is all shadows and mystery – his trademark longish dark brown hair, hazel eyes and vampire-pale skin seem to have half the girls in the world under his spell. The fact that he's rude, arrogant and unnervingly cold doesn't seem to matter to his legions of fans. Some girls like jerks. I'm not one of them. I love Fable, but that doesn't extend to eve

Almost. Britney is proud. “You’re evolving. Like a Pokémon. Next step: learning how to be mean on cue.” We take a break for ice cream and watch old interviews of Harper and Matthew together. We fall into a black hole of research—fan accounts, Reddit threads, fashion blogs. #Harttew is everywhere. There are accounts dedicated to their outfits. Their body language. Their astrological compatibility.

Again, no offence. Wait, did I say that before? Okay, for real, this is no shot at anyone, but I just can’t get behind some trendy music. However, when Harry began his solo career, and I tried once to listen to one song, I fell in love. I will never admit it to anyone, not even to Harry, but I love Harry Styles; his voice is just perfect! And the lyrics? The mood behind every song? Okay, now I’m aware that I am just fangirling at this point, but whatever. Harry Styles is perfection. My brother, not so much.

I answered. "Yeah, that's so you. Is he thinking about sending the girl to Korea after you complete what he wants? That's what he does whenever you're reckless and get caught in a scandal. But dude, if she's really a shawty, I'll just sneak her and snatch from you, man! Haha!" Harry said jokingly. I laughed sarcastically, but he didn't notice. "You can do whatever you want, Harry. Just let me finish my job," I said.

I don't think it's her first time but at least Shawn gets to see who she really is. I gasped as I see tons of comments of hate towards me. I was in a mess. Another news feed pops in, HARRY BEATS UP DAMIEN WHITE IN A DRUNK STATE!!!

“You couldn’t remember the name Harry, but you could remember Zayn? I’m impressed. Next you’re going to tell me you’re writing One Direction fanfiction.” I stared at her. “How can you write fanfiction about real people?” “Oh, you sweet summer child.” She was laughing maniacally as she began typing into her phone. “It’s the Internet. Haven’t you heard of rule thirty-four?” I shook my head. I regretted going down this rabbit hole already. “You can find any kind of porn on the Internet. Duh.” Niamh cackled. “There, just sent you one. This one is an angsty Harry/Zayn fic. Also has some mpreg, if that’s your cup of tea.”

I offered them both a smile and waved as they walked away to the parking lot where Colton had parked his car. I fished my phone out and opened Instagram. Since I'd be waiting for my brother to pick me up, might as well do my daily stalking on Luke Hemmings, Shawn Mendes, and Harry Styles. Although, maybe not for Shawn today, I've heard he was dating Hayley Baldwin and that kinda ruined my mood this morning when Jess told me. Of course, I was happy he found someone, but still, my heart broke a little. I let out a deep sigh and went to Harry's page instead. "Aww, he was in Tokyo! The Japanese are so lucky!" I muttered to myself.

a fan commented on the gaming community platform. "If I were Harry Edwards, I'd just transfer to any school before I get expelled," another fan commented. Another user replied to the previous comment with, "I heard that Harry is a scholarship student at AUT, Andrew's been the one in charge of his fees. He's poor so the possibility of him transferring to another college is slim. Poor guy, he was just used by that shark, Max Reed."

Time to bring out my invisible long list of questions. “How old are you?” I asked. He lowered his eyes. “That? You couldn't just G****e me?” I scoffed “I don't care about you that much Aaron Vanderbilt” Lies, it had not occurred to me to. I don't think I’d ever actually googled anyone before. Except Harry Styles of course. He gave a slight chuckle. I squinted. Did Aaron just laugh? With me? The meds must have been getting to him I suppose.