Harry Styles 2013 Novels & Stories

The wardrobe door opened and Harley came in wearing a kind of ripped white tank top with pink tartan skirt, with dangly pink earrings, a few flower hair clips and lipgloss, she looked ready for the party with strap white sandals. "Ready to go?". She asked. I nodded. "Sure". "Wait, let me style your hair". She had me sit and then she styled my hair amazingly making me look unrecognizable in the mirror. She had put a little make-up on my face too. After a while, we were done and we went downstairs. I walked carefully on my stilettos so I won't fall down on the marble tiled stairs. "And Voilà". She said dramatically as we got down.

Harry had made him wear a black crop top that exposed his flat tummy and high waisted black jeans that accentuated the curve of his waist and hips. His face was bare save for the pink lip gloss and the thin eyeliner which Harry insisted will make his pretty features pop out. While he looked good, this didn't feel like him at all. The omega preferred his comfortable hoodies and sweats. Standing amidst the people in this club, he felt exposed. Harry nudged his shoulder. "You should loosen up and dance!" Simon frowned at him. "But we're here for—" "I know," Harry said, touching his shoulder. "Dance and you'll find whatever you're looking for."

#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 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.

Kate clicked the Hair tab and she was presented with a whole gamut of men’s hairstyles: undercut, curly, layered, wave, Harajuku matted style, asymmetrical emo, mohawk, crew cut, man bun, spiky, flat top, dreads, Elvis… Kate thought it was because the app-maker was Japanese or hair dyes were sold separately, but all the hairstyles were black. It was a good thing though because she was already having a hard time just picking the style. She settled on Layered after a great deal of toing and froing.

A light gasp escaped her lips when Harry stepped out of the helicopter, looking dazzling in his black suit and his taper fade hair cut. He was taller than the last time she saw him, and even though it had been just two years since she last saw him, she didn’t expect him to grow more than he used to. For the first time in Zara Wellington’s life, she felt intimidated. While Harry was looking clean and well kept, she was the opposite. Harry halted his steps when he got few inches closer to her. Despite the little distance, his fragrance filled her nostrils and Zara was appeased by the smell of vanilla and cinnamon.

He wouldn't settle for a single romantic adventure, and with a woman like Harriet who was rational and knew how to separate heart and ambition like him, he was sure everything would turn out perfectly. *** Harriet decorated her hair with pearl beads, and then wore a bone-white dress which was the latest design from her boutique subscription that carried a classic theme from several decades ago. As Harriet let her long wavy hair unravel down her shoulders, Liam smiled with satisfaction. Last night, Liam had helped Harriet tie her hair, so today, Harriet's hair looked more bouncy and voluminous. There was nothing wrong with Overnight Styling for a masquerade party, considering that Harriet did

They were small and almost dense, fleeting that would go away like the wind. “It won't spoil the sun, it won't rain.” “Your Dylan O'Brien poster if it rains.” She negotiated the bet. I stopped my walk, looking at her in disbelief. “Not my poster.” He pursed his lips, swallowing an insult in my honor. “What about Harry Styles?” “Done, but…” I shook her hand, pulling her towards me, “if it doesn't rain you'll give me your Strange Things sweatshirt.” He released his hand from the deal, displaying his disagreement.