Harry Styles Aesthetic の小説・ストーリー

There were great foods and a few beers on our table, I guess drinking beer is an everyday thing on this island. Harry seemed comfortable with his head on my lap as he crossed his leg over the other. He had his eyes closed the entire time I was doing his hair and I think he had fallen asleep because he is slightly snoring. Harry has wonderful lashes, not too long and not too short as well, just resting perfectly above his cheek. He has a really nice nose line in a very manly structure that matched his face. He has plump pinkish lips parted slightly as he snores. He has arches brows with fine hair and a small scar on his eyelid. Harry had tanner skin and looked reddish too but he looked manlie

"You saw my interview?" "I was interested in it." In fact, Landon wanted to see why Aria accepted his investment, though he didn't reveal this. With a piercing gaze, he began, "Certainly, you have an outstanding style." Harry didn't quite understand. "My style?" "The oversized gold chains and watches." Landon didn't seem to understand Harry's taste as he gestured to his own bracelet. "It's unique." The other CEOs mentally chastised themselves. They would have dressed accordingly if they knew Landon appreciated such a style.

he asked sarcastically. I carefully looked at his hair, which was very different. He had quite a unique haircut that was styled into a high ponytail that extended down his back. The sides of his head were shaved, with a sharp, defined line running parallel to the shaved area, giving a clean, edgy contrast to the longer hair on top.

His outfit was no different than his usual office attire: a nude-colored jacket with matching pants, dark shoes, a cloud-white shirt spotless as a teenager's search history, and a black tie that I'd love to use as a garrote someday. "I know you were in need of money, but I didn't know you were this desperate." His words were washing over me like a monotonous tide. My mind was too occupied with his hair, always looking like they were combed by the wind. His sense of style seemed to be a homage to the 1890s, yet he managed to make it look more alive than any trend you'd find on a Paris runway. "As I was saying, perhaps you would be interested in signing a contract with me...?"

Harley’s POV Aiden’s deep brown hair was in messy curls as always with locks falling around his face. His peppermint scent was mixed with alcohol and I wondered how much he had had to drink. I had to caution myself to stop staring too much as Holly never lost herself staring at him. I took my gaze away from him, trying to act as nonchalant as Holly. “Well, the dress is so beautiful, I couldn’t resist wearing it.”

I gazed past my friends and saw a remarkably transformed Harold. He had undergone a thorough makeover; dressed in fresh clothes, clean-shaven, and his previously matted and unkempt dark hair had turned into a lustrous cascade of curls. It became evident why my mother had been attracted to him.

When she arrived at the rural area, she got out of the car and heard the clicking sound of leather shoes. Dior halted at the familiar sound. Her eyes sparkled as she turned around and saw… Harry sported a high-end suit in black. His leather shoes seemingly glistened, his hair was styled, and he emitted an exorbitant aura. He looked like a president from movies. Dior fangirled him; her heart almost skipped a beat. She took a while to react before she walked toward him in her heels, unable to hide her crush on him. “Harry Cogen! You look so handsome… Wait, you look so dressed up. Where are you going?”

"Early for you, maybe. But the 'Boss' doesn't like to wait. These are the best stylists in the city, honey. They’re here to turn you into a vision for tonight’s party." "Good morning, ma," they both greeted in unison. "We have a lot of work to do," one of the women said, her voice high and chirpy. She stepped a bit closer, her skirt riding up even further. "Mr. Hayes was very specific about the look he wants for you. He said 'breathtaking but untouchable.'" I felt a small prick of satisfaction hearing that Steve had used the word "untouchable." At least he knew where the boundaries were.

“You’re so beautiful, Rynna.” “You are pretty handsome too, Mr. Skip. I like your hair because guys usually don’t keep their hair long.” She reached out to touch his hair. “I like Harry’s, but he cut his hair short though.” “Who is Harry, sweetheart?” I could feel the curiosity in Skip’s voice. “Harry Styles from 1D.” “Huh! Well, Rynna. Mr. Skip’s hair is quite better than Harry’s, yeah?” Skip used his thick Londoner accent, making Rynna giggled more.

Barry seemed to see through her embarrassment and said, "It's okay. Since I'm looking for you to be my female companion, all this should be wrapped around me. Let's go somewhere first." He drove Alice to a very high—end styling shop in the city center, where many rich people came to do styling. Barry pushed her in front of a stylist who looked very handsome, proud, and stylish, and casually ordered: "Help her make a suitable shape." The stylist also knows how to look at the color and looks proud, but in the end it is for people. Holding Alice's long hair in his hand, the cold face softened a bit: "Your hair is very natural and beautiful, I do n’t recommend it Dyed or curled hair. "Slender fi