Harry Styles Band Members Novels & Stories

“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.

Styles wasn't his surname, wasn't part of his name. “Sorry for not introducing myself, but I'm not Mr Styles.” he replied and he heard her laugh beautifully, making his heart flutter. “Ofcourse, I know who you are. I can recognize your voice, Mr Harry.” Ciara responded and he smiled a bit, grateful for the fact that at least, she knew who it was. “Why did you call me Mr styles?” His curiosity got the better of him, so he asked. “You know, Harry. Like Harry Styles.” she replied and he smiled. They had met only once, and she was already cracking jokes with him.

Blake said confidently. “I couldn’t. Aren’t you one of the guests?” “It’s no problem. I probably would have been bored out of my ass. Where is the sheet music? Let me have a look.” Blake said, heading to the band members. “Blake, by the way.” “Mike, the lead guitar. Harry, base. Steven on drums, and Sherry, singer. Everyone, this is Blake, and he’s going to stand in for Paul until he arrives.” Mike introduced everyone, and they all nodded.

"What's his name?" It was probably because of her tenacity that she was my friend. I sighed. She won't stop until I knew the names of the members of her beloved band. "He's the vocalist, right?" I shrugged. At least I know who's who. "That's Landon Hart. H - A - R - T," she spelled. I nodded. "Of course, I already told you. Kasey is the drummer." Again, I simply nodded. "How about the guitarist?" she asked, looking around but he's nowhere to be found.

He wore a red and white checkered shirt, as did all his pack members, and he never bothered to shave and tied his light brown hair up in a low man bun. "What?" asked Wayne curiously, seeing Harry's eyes sparkle as he looked at him. "I always wondered why the Serene Moon members all dressed like that," Harry stated as he began eating his ice cream again. Wayne turned his stool so that his back was to the bar, then rested his elbows on the counter as he continued to drink.

He whispered his eyes locked on the screen making me shake my head with a soft chuckle "Nothing" I murmured taking some popcorn and he looked over with a raised brow but said nothing and focused back on the screen gasping when Harry, who I found out was his name, drowned. Damn this guy can sing and act, well it's no surprise since apparently he's in a secret relationship with his band mate, Louis, and they're acting straight. Bennett told me the whole thing one day when he came over to my house. He gave me the run down of the band and Larry Stylinson who are Louis Tomlinson and Harry Styles. He even showed me pictures and videos of them acting all lovey dovey not seeing the cameras and I act

I stayed up until one in the morning, reading more and more since I've already dug up some dirt about him. Benedict Edward Rose Styles. Twenty-five years old. Fuckingly wealthy. He got a headline the day when the world found out he was the first born of Harry Styles from a one night stand. Mr. Harry Styles used to belong to an insanely famous boyband years ago called One Direction, later he turned to be a ridiculously filthy rich businessman. His mother, Miranda Rose Styles, at first kept him in secret for seven years from Harry and the entire world since she wasn't ready to tell everyone about him. Mrs. Styles was also married to her ex-husband Louis Tomlinson which was Harry Styles' best f

"Um, I, I like their songs." "Their?" Roger seemed to realize something and glanced back at Harry. "Their? You didn't know?" "Huh?" Neil was puzzled and turned to look at me. "Neil, Harry is a member of the Shanhai band." I told Neil the truth. In fact, I had only just found out myself. I overheard Harry and Roger's conversation outside the private room and learned that Harry was the band's drummer, always wearing sunglasses and a hat, and few people had seen his true face.

He just sat there and looked at her. "Wait. Are you serious? You were part of a band?" Realization seeped in. "I was." "Whoa! That's new. I could never imagine you in it. What do you do? Play the tambourine?" She teased. "You seriously can't imagine me in it, that you have to think of me doing the littlest thing." "Can you blame me?" "You don't think I can be Harry Styles in one direction." Then he pushed invisible locks from his face dramatically, posing as Harry.

Lincoln hands over a cup of orange juice to Halsey and they stand together, cheering for the band on stage. Nathan parks in front of the beach. Accompanying him are his friends Harry, Jimmy and Mike. Harry is a short, thin boy with curly blonde hair and heavy tattoos up his arm. He’s a little hot headed and wild. Jimmy is one of Nathan’s teammates who also loathes Lincoln. With dark red hair and freckles, he’s lanky yet surprisingly smart.