Fanfic Harry Styles Novels & Stories

The crazy guy just dressed down Frost like he’s a damn college professor. Frost inclines his head. “Point taken.” Crazy Harry shoves his hands in the pockets of his pants and levels his gaze on me. His eyes are a surprisingly pale blue, and they pierce right through me, like he can see inside me. Now that I’m getting a better look at him, he appears a little younger than I guessed at before, though his outfit still makes him look a bit like a California surfer boy gone to seed in his New Mexico retirement.

“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 began to read this fanfiction, mostly to appease Niamh, and when I realized what, precisely, the term mpreg meant, I set my phone back down. I considered myself fortunate that I’d skipped the part where Zayn gives birth to his and Harry’s baby. “You asshole,” I called her in French. “I’m going to take that as a compliment. Ooh, I should send you the diagram of how mpreg happens. It’s a whole thing—”

"Look inside." Pepper looks inside and takes out a HARRY STYLES album. Pepper loves Harry Styles. She worships the ground the guy walks on. She got into a huge fight with aunt Lucy when she was fifteen after her aunt threw a 1D magazine. She called her mom a heartless inhuman monster with no soul. Just because of a silly magazine. That's just how much Pepper adored the band but after the separation, she followed Harry and still adores him up to now. "Thanks so much, Trent." She hugs him tight, almost crying.

COCK TALES Amber has been added to the group. Ryann- Hi Amber. In case you don’t know, this group chat is dedicated to documenting the tales of my friend Harry flirting with this cute bartender chick who is apparently completely uninterested in him. This is particularly entertaining as he is an Incubus and doesn’t usually have to work so hard for a girl’s attention. Harry- Hi Ryann’s friend. I want it noted that I am in fact incredibly handsome and ridiculously charming. It’s this girl that’s the strange one.

I always wore a tie on my wrist so I used it to style up my hair in a low pony tail. I took two more puffs before I tossed the cigarette on the floor besides my leg and stomped on it. I watched as the little flames scattered before i turned to face Harry. His face was flustered from the cold. He must have a very sensitive skin. His blonde hair was brushed back and his black eyes bigger than ever. He wore a white T-shirt and fancy green knicker. His eyebrows were thick and he had long lashes with a well defined body that showed under his shirt. One could consider him as attractive

"Where did you get that Cinderella hairstyle? She excited asked me, lightly touching my blonde hair " My hairstylist got me covered "giving back the vibing energy she had with her, a tall young man stood beside her which she introduced to me as her cousin, Harry McCain, dressed in a black tuxedo, he smiled at me, stretching his hand for a handshake, I took him in mine, his hand seems cold and hard as his blue eyes, his eyes say something his looked doesn't say, it so unexplainable.

Then back at her. Absolutely not. Harry was my younger cousin. Twenty-three. Rich, reckless, and had the attention span of a goldfish. He’d been kicked out of two colleges for fighting, and last I heard he was “investing” in crypto by day and racing motorcycles by night. He flirted with anything that breathed and left a trail of crying girls behind him. And Shula, my Shula, who blushed at the word ‘virgin’, was practically vibrating at the sound of his name.

The two of them shared each other in a manly way and Kavinsky walked in. Harry is wearing a white round-neck top and black pants, he held a cup of coffee in his left hand. He had black straight hair which made a bang in front of his face. His face is oblong and his eyes were black too. "What of your Dad?", Kavinsky asked crashing on the brown sofa. "He is at work", Harry replied sipping the coffee he held. "Aren't you going to offer me one?", Kavinsky asked referring to the coffee "Nah, am cool", Harry replied and they both laughed

"Carol, please do as she said. Pack your stuffs and leave. There's nothing I can do." "But Sir..." "LEAVE." Harry orders and she's out of the office. I sit on his chair, feeling much bossy. It's so good to finally put that bitch in her place. What was she thinking? Trying to steal my man? "You like what you're doing, don't you, Mrs. Styles." He sits on the desk, pulling the chair closer to him. "Yes, I do." I turn my face away from him. "I forgot you were this jealous."

“The judges of miss universe crowned Ann because they never saw you. Oh my goodness. You look like a volcano. Hot and sexy “, he blew me away with his words. My cheeks has started to hurt. He tapped his thigh and I knew what he met. I sat on them and hung my hands on his shoulder. Harry leaned on my neck and sniffed it. He threw his head back and moaned like he had inhaled a hard drug. “Damn”, Kaira you are tempting me. I feel like eating you up “, he kissed my back down to my exposed skin, down to my waist. “Harry stop”, I playfully hit his chest. Harry inhaled again and muttered “I love how you smell like me”. Harry hugged and and leaned on me tightly till his phone rang. He looked at the