Harry Styles Aesthetic Novels & Stories

Harvey complemented and planted a kiss on her cheeks. " Now, let's get to the way. " He said as he started the car. Now that Ava looked at Harvey clearly, she realized he was putting on a casual clothes too and his hair was styled differently. His new style brought out his youthful vibe and he looked like a university hunk that made girls lose their minds at first sight because of his hot baddass look!

The hyper stylist brought out hairstyle magazines and pointed at a few pictures for Tynan to refer to. "Here we have the simple man-bun hairstyle where you can pull everything back so that it looks a little like slicked-back hair. Of course, if you want to cover your forehead and give your face a more defined feature, you could opt for an asymmetrical fringe. Your hair is naturally wavy so I would recommend layering it a little so that the waves can fall nicely for you to tuck behind your ear if you want to part it." Tynan looked at it and took a picture so that Laura could refer to it. The dirt princess tried to picture that hairstyle with Tynan's personality and shook her head.

Perfect. His white shirt underneath was crisp, the collar sitting neatly against his neck, the first two buttons undone just enough to make him look less rigid, less corporate but no less dangerous. The black tie hung loosely around his neck, untouched, as though he had already decided he didn’t need it. Christian Harper never needed to try. His hair was styled back effortlessly, still holding a slight natural wave that softened his otherwise sharp features. His jaw was clean, defined, his lips set in that familiar unreadable line that made people uneasy without him saying a word.

Nicotine was probably the hardest substance to get off of out there, even more so than heroin. Tony put a tiny bit of hair wax in between his fingers then rubbed his hands together to spread it and warm it up. He ran it through his hair and ruffled it up, then combed it back and to the side. While he wore it much like Dillon, his hair was slightly longer and thicker, so he could play around with more styles. Though, he only styled his hair on special occasions. Neither of them fussed too much over vanity. He preferred the 'ruggedly handsome' look. It was simple, it was easy, and apparently, he already rocked that look twenty-four seven in Dillon's opinion.

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

The only difference was that they had almost opposite aesthetics. Aubrey was the pretty, cute lady you had no idea could claw your eyes out. She represented yellow, pink and all things girly, and always had a smile on. Hazel, on the other hand, had a dark aesthetic. Wore dark colours, especially red. Always had red lipstick on. Seductive but sweet, to only the people she cared about. She was also girly, but the other kind. And she would absolutely claw your eyes out. But that was the only difference in them. Their aesthetic. They loved the same things.

"Do you have an appointment, Ma?" "Yes. Under Blackwood." She checked her tablet and smiled. "Right this way." The stylist was a guy named Joe who looked effeminate but really friendly He ran his fingers through my hair, creating sections and examining them under the light. "So what are we doing today?" I looked at my reflection. Brown hair and Hazel eyes stared back at me. The same face I'd had for thirty years. "I want to be unrecognizable." He raised an eyebrow to show his surprise. "Unrecognizable how?"

For sleeping, she preferred the comfort of cotton and the almost childlike simplicity of colorful prints. Harry noticed the beauty of this "new" Kath as soon as he saw her. She was neither the woman conforming to the conventions he had known in her workplace, hidden behind lifeless shades, nor the wild predator who had attacked him in a room prepared for the kill, armed with exaggerated clothing, makeup, and attitude. She was just a girl with a beautiful body, an exotic face, penetrating eyes, and sensual movements, who acquired an attractive aura of mystery by changing so much all the time and suddenly appearing so fragile to him, so tense without her masks.

"Just because I got the..." "Hi ma'am, what style will you go for?" The hairstylist was holding up photos of sophisticated updos that looked like they belonged on someone else... someone who wasn't me. "None." I dismissed her options before she could finish showing them. "I want it down... loose waves, nothing complicated." I could see the judgment flash across her face... could see her thinking that someone opening a seventh location should want something more impressive. But I didn't care. I wanted what I wanted and nobody was going to convince me otherwise.

“Wow, that is some hair you’ve got young lady. How do you want it styled?” She brought a catalog and her phone and looked up some pictures of different styles for Helen to choose from. I wanted Helen to make her choice herself so I sat back in the comfy leather chair at the back of the shop hoping to God that Helen would not pick some hairstyle with fat curls. Fortunately, my warnings about trying to be like other people when she could just be herself got through to Helen and she chose a hairstyle with a center part and when the hairdresser was done with it it was brilliant. Her face was glowing and her hair hugged her cheeks in a way that made them look slimmer. She smiled.