Fanfic Harry Styles Novels & Stories

Once more Harry got everything he’s ever wanted and I was left with nothing. I roll to my side on the bed and I keep reminding me that we were younger back then, Harry couldn’t have done it on purpose. I shake my head trying to get those thoughts out of my head but she keeps popping back up again, her name was Sara, she was a Spanish bomb and an foreign student at our university. I remember when I saw her for the first time my heart almost stopped with her beauty, her brown eyes and tanned skin made me delusional. I was always high at that time and obviously she paid more attention to Harry than she did to me. Until the day of the party, we were on our first year of uni and there was a party

he opens the door for me. "Thankyou, but you didn't need to do that ,i could have done it myself" i say " well, chivalry isn't quite dead yet" he replies with a smirk "Oh really! Mr. harry styles" i say with a smirk "yes m'lady , besides my mama taught me quite the manners" "good for you mr. styles " i say in a crappy british accent which makes him laugh "what?" i ask. " You are clearly not british so where were you born?" he says with an amusing smile

“He won’t come alone and he can’t put up scene with his blondie there.” Harry let go of my hair to rest his hands on my naked shoulders and press his cheek to mine, meeting my eyes in the mirror. “I love what he’s gonna see when he compares his date to you.” “And they say we chicks are mean. What are you wearing? Not a suit, I hope.” “Nah, the event isn’t that formal. Khakis, shirt and jacket.” “With your hair back, to show off those amazing eyes of yours.” “Careful, Fran. I’m engaged.”

"You said you liked the way she catches the ball so I thought I could help you by getting her into your team. If you don't want to, it's fine. Let's leave it." "Okay, I'll tell." I listened carefully to know how he's going to describe me to him. He said, "She looked a little taller than average first year girls in our college. She dressed up as tomboy style. Her hair wasn't long or short but medium length." Harry replied, "I don't think I know any girls how you described. I can't help you with this." What!? You don't know me? He knows how I dress up. He even bought me clothes many times during high school. How could he say he doesn't know any girls in the way his friend described.

"Ah Harry. Don't say those things, you're handsome, rich and Bad Boy, the style of most girls here at school. Even more your arrogance on the first day of school, left them sighing." "Except your style..." He whispered softly but I heard him. "The girls here really like me, maybe I have a chance with one." He said looking at me. "There will be. You're a nice guy." I replied by looking away from him and finishing copying some things in the notebook. All classes passed smoothly, Harry kept looking at me a lot and I tried to figure out what he was thinking. Could it be that Harry's parents were Brenda and Antonio? Brenda died in the fire along with her family, perhaps her father was still alive

DARIUS' POV "Well, well," his smooth voice said. I turned around slowly to face Harry who was standing in the doorway. He looked immaculate as always in tailored clothes that probably cost more than most pack members made in a month. His blonde hair was artfully styled. There was a strange false concern etched into his big bright blue eyes. He looked like an angel. But Harry? He acted like the devil. "I heard there was some excitement today. Came to see the damage for myself."

He smirked down at me cockily. “You like the color violet. Your favorite song at the moment is Often by The Weeknd. Your favorite show is The Vampire Diaries. You don’t have a favorite sport, but your favorite book is 50 Shades of Grey. Kinky.” He listed them, making me feel mortified at the last one. His amused expression then turned dry. “You also favor that Christian guy.” He scowled at the ground. For a moment, I thanked the Lord that he was just a character because I had no doubt that Zaliver would have killed him if he was real. Hashtag Team Grey. Sorry Zaliver.

I stayed up until one in the morning, reading more and more since I've already dug up some dirt about him. Benedict Edward Rose Styles. Twenty-five years old. Fuckingly wealthy. He got a headline the day when the world found out he was the first born of Harry Styles from a one night stand. Mr. Harry Styles used to belong to an insanely famous boyband years ago called One Direction, later he turned to be a ridiculously filthy rich businessman. His mother, Miranda Rose Styles, at first kept him in secret for seven years from Harry and the entire world since she wasn't ready to tell everyone about him. Mrs. Styles was also married to her ex-husband Louis Tomlinson which was Harry Styles' best f

Now her arms were hiding her face. " F**k!" I banged my hand on the steering wheel in frustration. It didn't mean I was a bad boy or any philanderer who spent every night with a different girl. It was Harry, who spent every day with different girls. His phone didn't rest for a second. Some were not bothered he's mafia. They just want money, the expensive gifts he gave to them. Girls wanted to be with me. Genuinely, I wanted someone unique and special like the rarest diamond, who would belong only to me.

Grace. My personal nightmare wrapped in designer fabric. The Gamma’s daughter. My age, yet my complete opposite. Where I am fire, she is ice. Where I am battle-hardened, she is pampered. She stands with her arms crossed, her honey-blonde hair styled in soft curls, her smug smile daring me to lash out. I let the insult settle for a moment before I speak, my voice silk-wrapped steel.