Harry Styles Aesthetic Novels & Stories

Halton knew the reason for her silence but still, he wanted to lighten up her mood even if it's just a little. He noticed that she was still very beautiful as ever. With a beautiful face as hers, any man would fall for her and he was no exception. The love she had for her was pure brotherly love. "I see we have swapped styles," Halton said pointing at her outfit. "What?" She gave him a confused look. "Wearing casuals was my style and wearing formals was yours" Casuals and street style was his signature outfit that matched his boyish personality whereas her's was formal attire that matched her sophisticated and workaholic personality.

The effect was transformative, his eyes suddenly larger, more expressive, radiating a newfound confidence that was impossible to ignore. Yet, it was the final touch—his hair—that filled me with the most confidence. Having mastered the art of styling my own locks from a young age, I approached the task with a sense of assuredness, determined to fashion him into the most dashing version of himself. With practiced hands, I coaxed his hair into submission, sculpting it into a flawless masterpiece that would rival the most renowned stylists in the city.

Laura said. They were having coffee with Harry outside campus. "Of course he's attractive..." "I don't know if I want to hear this," Harry slumped in his chair. "He's very popular with the ladies." "I don't doubt it, he has a nice smile and expressive eyes." "No, I don't want to hear this," Harry pressed his hands against his ears. "Plus he's known for being quite a gentleman." "...his black hair suits him well... And he does that gesture with his head when he wants to affirm something... his hands are very masculine..."

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.

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.

Lucien's angry voice makes the stylists bow and apologize. Nina rolls her eyes in secret. The stylist just picks the clothes that doesn't fit his mind, and he smashes the newspaper on his head. He's just a man of no culture, no quality, no humanity! But she wisely chooses silence. She doesn't want to piss Lucien off. The stylist carefully asks, "President Gray, what style do you think is good?" "Not coquettish style!" Lucien roars in a forthright voice.

Harmonia intervened naturally. Maria nodded repeatedly. Harmonia then looked at Monica and asked, “Monica, what did you want to show me?” Monica regained her composure and swiped on Monica’s tablet immediately. “Monia, which of these hair colors do you think looks the best? Can you help me decide?” Harmonia took a look. Red, yellow, purple, green, blue, and gray, were all mixed together. At first glance, it looked like the ‘emo goth’ style.

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.

Harry, now my personal assistant and one of my closest confidants, did his best to ease my nerves. “Don’t worry, sir,” Harry replied with his usual calm demeanor. “You’ve got this. Tonight, you’ll show everyone who you truly are.” I stood before the mirror, adjusting my perfectly tailored navy suit. The fabric draped flawlessly over my broad shoulders, the crisp white shirt providing a sharp contrast, and the silk tie adding a touch of sophistication. Running a hand through my neatly styled hair, I ensured every strand was in place. My long hair, once a hallmark of mine, was now gone, replaced by a clean, modern cut. The pocket square and elegant watch were the final touches, completing my c