Harry Styles 2013 Novels & Stories

His chest still wet with some water rubbing down his back. His every move makes his perfect muscles back move in a hypothetical way. I shake my head and cross my arms in front of my chest while I rest against the door frame. He’s typing away on his phone and he hasn’t noticed me behind him. Harry throws the phone on the settee and I see him passing his hand through his wet hair in frustration while taking a deep breath. Harry unwraps the towel and starts to dry his body and then drops it on the floor pulling his trousers up to his hips. He’s going commando. I lick my lip while I watch him move to get his clothes back ok. When his shirt is on he turns around and faces me.

MIKEL: I walked back into the mansion with Aaron, who was clearly limping, as my guard's leader, Harry Styles, walked into the hall to meet me. Harry was also trusted and 600 years of age, and he bowed before me. "Your Majesty!" "Ensure equilibrium and don't allow any of the North wing to create a fuss around," I told him. "Okay, your Majesty," Harry bowed and left, while I shifted my gaze back to Aaron. "How are you feeling now?" I asked him, seeing his wound was taking time to heal.

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 ?"

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

"Besh, I think that Carvalsten is an efficient and strategic player, he's defeated high-leveled demons, he's amazing!" "What about that Ria's PEAR? I think he's good too." Hehe, I'm glad they noticed my baby boys. They're my ticket to a one month pass to the movie house. If they loose, tsk! An hour and a half later, the tournament ended and Ione happened doze off halfway. I kept a straight watch, fortunately, one of them stole the title. Guess what! Harry Styles won, I expected it but I forgot about the date. I realized it after he ran to me with an embrace and the trophy in his hands.

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

“Harry.” “Tell me that you’re glad to see me,” Harry’s appearance was, as always, dramatically beautiful. Tall, lean, broad shouldered, and dressed with an effortless elegance that Meguitte could never reproduce, their hair was a waist length, silky straight dyed golden curtain. From behind she might have mistaken Harry for Talen, though Talen had not worn his hair that length since his time in Alden whilst he had been grieving Gera, and Talen tended more to denim and flannelette than designer wear.

“No. Abso-fucking-lutely not!” “Come on. You’re going to be Prince Charming, only… you’re charming away an alpha,” he frowned. “That sounded way cooler in my head, but now that I’ve said it, it’s irking.” I glared at the ridiculous costume inside the box and back at Jared. “Who are you supposed to be again?” The space between his brows crinkled. “Can’t you recognize this outfit? This is fucking Gucci!” I shook my head no. “2019 Met Gala, Harry Styles.” “Who the fuck is Harry Styles?”

We stopped at a channel long enough to hear a name that stopped me in my tracks. Harry Joseman. My neck nearly snapped as I turned to look at the TV. Oasis TV was airing, the same news company we had met at Harry’s company the other day. Sure enough, Harry was on the screen, in an impeccably ironed navy green suit — a colour I had told him suited him best. His voice filtered from the TV, painfully familiar. “…because signing a deal with Harper is really one of my biggest wins. Myself and my team worked super hard on it, especially my girlfriend, Cassandra Indigo.”

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