Harry Styles Aesthetic Novels & Stories

Goodness, I forgot to wear something that would at least warm me. I glanced around and saw from my peripheral view Harry in a rush. He was wearing a simple burgundy sweatshirt and rugged jeans. This morning, he was in his black suit. Now, he was in casual attire. Gotta admit he looked better that way. His brown hair was sexy-pushed back, and on that fine-looking young face, a shimmering smile uniformed with pearly white teeth. I waved at him, and he waved back. I was surprised when he stopped at the Florist Store and bought a single red rose from the lady.

Serena groaned as Hadley burst into laughter. "I hope Harry is there." Hadley grinned. Serena rolled her eyes. Harry was the Williams's almost thirty years old son who kept on asking her to go on a date with him. She didn't like him, he was ugly, he had so much hair and wore wide square glasses which he thought were cool. He drove this red car that had to see the mechanic every week. He wasn't her type of guy, he acted older than he already was. "What are you cooking?" Serena asked.

"Dominant and seductive!" Hayden flicked his hair. "Elegant and romantic!" The three spoke in unison. "You can choose from three styles!"

"And your haircut with new pastel pink highlights isn't helping. You look gorgeous and almost everybody is glancing at you. Am I going to have a lot of competition here?" Hilary ran her fingers through her new styled hair laughing. "There will be no competition, Klo. And what's wrong with my hair? I'm an artist so it's not really bad to show off my artistic side by styling my hair. You're not the only one getting a new hairstyle." "It's not bad but it attracts a lot of attention. You're mine alone," I said with a frown causing Hilary to laugh more. "Of course, I'm completely yours but c'mon, we're going to be late if you don't shut it," she said, cupping my face with both of her hands.

Raymond's dark, neatly styled hair adds to his polished and sophisticated look, while a well-groomed beard accentuates his strong jawline. Raymond's sense of style is impeccable, always impeccably dressed in tailored suits that highlight his lean physique. He exudes an aura of refinement, effortlessly combining classic elegance with a touch of modern flair. His confident demeanor and captivating smile further enhance his attractive appearance, leaving an indelible impression on those who encounter him.

There was his size, and he would send them over every season. When he came over, Stacy was in high spirits. "Would you like to have a try?" Harry answered with a "hum" to show his respect. Stacy took off his clothes and put them on the one she bought. It fitted her very well. In fact, she didn't know what kind of clothes Harry was wearing. As a clothing designer, he was extremely sensitive to the structure of the human body. As long as she looked at the height and roughly weight of a person, she could know that the clothes were suitable for him.

He settled on a black suit with a white shirt and a black tie, completing the look with a pair of shiny black shoes. He meticulously styled his hair in a way that exuded an air of intimidating confidence. Each strand was carefully placed to create a look that was both edgy and bold, with just the right amount of rebelliousness. he ran his hand through his hair and felt a sense of power coursing through his veins. The style he had chosen was a statement, one that said he was not to be underestimated.

HARPER: The first thing on my to do list was to be reborn. Like completely. If I was going to sneak into the Banks household, pretending to be someone else, subtle felt stupid. I stared at myself through the giant mirror while the stylist separated sections of my dark brown hair with silver clips. “You’re sure about red?” she asked. “Yes.” Harper Campbell had soft brown hair. Harper Campbell wore neutral colours. From today, that woman was dead. The stylist began to work and slowly the woman in the mirror started looking less familiar which was good, I needed unfamiliar.

Aditi, who was standing alone, couldn't control herself and laughed happily after seeing Harry's face. "Must say. These two brats are really good with their mischievousness." Ashwin shook his head as he spoke. Right now in front of them, Harry was standing with not just a clown makeup but also his hairs were tied into African style. It would be fine if it was just a hairstyle but it was painted with different colours. A white face with different colours on not just face but also on hair, was definitely making everyone laugh at him. "Henry won't have that much courage to do this alone to his big brother. Hehehe. It must be Serene. Hihihi." Aditi said between her laughs.

She sat down close to Killian again, he reminded her of someone but she just couldn't remember who exactly it was. "Killian, can I give you an haircut?" she asked him. "Why?" he asked cautiously. "I don't mean to offend you, it's just that, I am a stylist and seeing your hair this way bothers me" "What is a stylist and why does my hair bother you?" "A stylist is someone who dresses people up, oversees everything above their clothing and fashion. I personally like seeing everything being perfect, your hair being a mess upsets me. So please let me take care of your hair." she pleaded with him.