Harry Styles 2013 Novels & Stories

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

Of course she got him to promise to do an interview for her always-upcoming YouTube channel. Harry joined us a while later, just back from the gym, and the sweaty version of the Persian Prince in a tight tee and running shorts was almost hotter than his casual street fashion. Before Amy and I could kill her, Trisha rested a hand on his forearm and met his eyes dead serious. “If you ever get tired of men, you have Fran’s number.” “To get in a fight with the Haunter?” “What? Oh, no. I’m saying ‘cause she has my number.”

Ernest looks at him with admiration, he knew the capabilities of his boss, and how strong he had been although he appeared otherwise. “You're telling me because you're my friend”Harry walks over to the large mirror he had in his living room and looks at himself, he's too handsome a man, his curly black hair is perfectly manicured, his face is made up of a thin chin, his green eyes match the pale tone of his skin, and the last few years of rehabilitation in the gym had made his muscles stand out over his clothes, but Harry hated the fact that he didn't have a leg and that he didn't have his family, there were things that money couldn't buy, he would have given anything in the world to have hi

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.

I furiously glared at the person in front of me. He is wearing a circle-shaped glass, has a Korean-style haircut that hides half of his forehead, thick brow and eyelashes, a tall button nose, small monolid eyes, his thin and small lips have a pale pink color, and lastly his two or three inches beard. "Who are you and why am I here!?" I asked loudly. If Hilary is here then he might be the one who kidnaps her! I need to know every detail and intention this man has.

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.

Styles wasn't his surname, wasn't part of his name. “Sorry for not introducing myself, but I'm not Mr Styles.” he replied and he heard her laugh beautifully, making his heart flutter. “Ofcourse, I know who you are. I can recognize your voice, Mr Harry.” Ciara responded and he smiled a bit, grateful for the fact that at least, she knew who it was. “Why did you call me Mr styles?” His curiosity got the better of him, so he asked. “You know, Harry. Like Harry Styles.” she replied and he smiled. They had met only once, and she was already cracking jokes with him.

Two hours passed and Harriet is ready to bring down this beauty palace. "What the hell did you do to my hair? Where are my edges? This looks horrible." She screamed, tugging at the extreme end of the black silly weavon. "You said you wanted a style that will cover the baldness of your front hair." The fair-skinned stylist raised her hands in gesticulation. "It is your entire head that will be bald." Harriet spat with nose flared in anger and irritation. "I'm sorry ma'am, but I just did what you told me to do." The stylist frowned.

I put my lips to the side. "It depends on who he is. "Harry Styles," said Charlie, still looking up. "He demanded that if it was a welcome party, it should have three different styles, but he is better than me when it comes to Abby. I swear, for the first time in years organizing parties, I'm lost.