Harry Edward Styles Novels & Stories

"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.

chapter 33 defiling his orders A knock came breaking Adia out of her reverie as she walked to the door, "Hey" she greeted as she saw a feminine man at the door with a full makeup on his face. "Good day ma'am" he greeted enthusiastically " Good day" Adia responded, her eyes working as she had never seen this strange face before. "Am harry, your stylist" he introduced himself seeing Adia was feeling uncomfortable. "Okay.." Adia stressed looking for a more valid explanation.

After the video ended, the room was then filled with lots of murmuring. "Oh my God, was that John Stacks, the heir to the Stacks Footwear Brand? I thought he was supposed to be Robin's best friend, how could he do that to her?" Khadija questioned. "What's more shocking is that Harry Edwards is the mastermind of the entire thing. Harry has always been a very dedicated Braver, he's the one that Andrew trusts the most and has worked as his assistant since they both came into this club, so how could he be so evil? Does this mean that Kathleen and the others are gonna get fired?" Patricia, another Braver asked in shock.

I felt even more like a potato in front of her. The man next to him was no stranger to me. He was none other than Harry Styles, an actor and celebrity known for lawsuits. He had become famous after a scandal involving his girlfriend, and I remember that this had been a time when he avoided following the lives of the famous, so I didn't know the reasons for so many controversies.

The black suit he wore the shoes and his hair black to match and then his brown eyes were so dreaming he was looking like a real demigod right now and I just couldn't imagine myself without him ,he looked so breathtaking . When we arrived at the venue they welcomed us well but the flashlight and the reports made it really difficult for me to see. I just had to force MY way behind him to take more of everything . "Mr harry welcome to England ", "Mr harry you look good " "Mr harry is the woman with you hour pa " ."Mr harry is it true that you are dumping your fiance Kylie Bernardo " "Mr harry please say a word " "Mr Harry, why haven't you brought your family out ?"

Judging from the way he was holding his head up high and his neck craned like a wild goose, not to mention how he was puffing his chest like a proud dog, it was hard to believe that his previous statement was not a form of humble brag Nevertheless, now that this was revealed the enigma that was weighing heavy on Steve and Audrey’s noggin was finally gone. “There is a high chance that you guys knew nothing about this, but only I, Henry Styles have the ability to take someone back to the surface. It was a feat that no Tom, Nick, or Harry could ever dream of accomplishing.” Captain Styles continued to voluntarily spill his guts to the group. Afterward, he turned to David who was farthest to him

#CEO of Safari fashions dressed in what Steph Edwards referred to as rags! "What!!!" Harry exclaimed. His secretary had just showed him the ongoing trend. "Oh...my God!" He picked his blazer. "You're going?" His secretary asked him. "Of course, Steph is going to pay for this" Harry said angrily wondering how Bethel must be feeling now. "Damn!" He swore. * "Bethel, I'm so sorry" Harry said walking into her room. "I'll make Steph pay for this, i promise. She's gonna get arrested!"

I smile sadly and add one last comment. “And I’ll ask you one last time. What are you going to ask me tonight?” I unlock my door and I’m about to swing it open when footsteps behind me have me whirling around. Harry is standing at the bottom of my steps. He looks exhausted and miserable. He is wearing a hoodie and has it pulled up over his head, like he’s trying to hide himself away. He has his arms wrapped around himself in what I imagine is meant to be a self comforting motion. I stare at him, waiting for him to say something, anything. His arms drop to his sides and he stares at his feet."

I muttered. “That’s not an issue. I’m here. We’ll go shopping today.” “No, Harry. You’re busy. I can just pick something.” “No. That’s not acceptable. They’re meeting the Trinity Real Estate CEO for the first time. You have to stand out. Let’s inform the housekeeper—she can look after the kids while we’re out.” “Fine,” I said, hiding a laugh. “So, you’re my stylist for today?” A few hours later, we were walking through rows of boutiques. Some were familiar, others not. Harry’s hands sifted through racks, placing dresses in front of me, his fingers brushing the silky fabrics.

Goodness, I forgot to wear something that would at least warm me. I glanced around and saw from my peripheral view Harry in a rush. He was wearing a simple burgundy sweatshirt and rugged jeans. This morning, he was in his black suit. Now, he was in casual attire. Gotta admit he looked better that way. His brown hair was sexy-pushed back, and on that fine-looking young face, a shimmering smile uniformed with pearly white teeth. I waved at him, and he waved back. I was surprised when he stopped at the Florist Store and bought a single red rose from the lady.