Harry Styles Cherry Novels & Stories

I only hope that you remember the version of me when I was young and willing to climb the cherry tree to pluck you cherries. I placed the letter into the drawers. I looked up to see Cyrus looking at the cherry tree branch. He said with a little jealousy, "If you like cherries, I'll get the gardener to change all of our roses to cherry trees. We'll have flowers in spring, fruits in summer, wine in autumn, and jam in winter forever." I hugged him and said with a smirk, "Do I hear a pang of jealousy?" Cyrus tapped me on my nose, replying with a smile, "Whose fault is that?"

It is full of chocolate, letters, flowers, and other things in a romantic way. She is what every man desires. She's pretty, smart, and has a body of a model. Small waist, big bust, big bum, small face, and not to mention she's 5'6 while I'm 4'11. Not like other beautiful and famous girls, Hilary is such a humble and kind person. Also, the power and money she holds, she's rich and her family owns a famous company in this city. Just imagine how perfect she is? This how good Hilary's life is.

Cherry’s small figure emerged from the school gate, greeted by a smiling Sophie, "How was your first day, sweetie?" "Is there anything I can’t handle?" Cherry boasted confidently, proud of her superior social skills. "Alright, my capable Cherry. Let’s celebrate with a big slice of cherry cake, okay?" "You better keep your word," Cherry replied, happily hopping into the car parked nearby. Her gaze unintentionally swept over for a familiar car nearby. 'The bad person's car has not shown up yet.'

Now say something. "Wow." She turned to him with her best smile. "Fancy running into you again." He didn't look up. "Mm." "Must be fate, right?" Nothing. Liora reached for the coffee cup on the armrest between them. Wrapped her fingers around it. Took a sip. It was black. No sugar. Aggressively bitter. She kept her face perfectly still. "Oops." She set it down. "Wrong glass." She pulled her own cup from her bag — still warm, thank goodness — and held it out toward him. "You could have mine. If you want."

"Ahh, Ms. Davis! How wonderful it is for you to grace us with your presence. Please, take a seat." Cherry made her way to the back of the room. Her blonde hair was curled and pulled to one side allowing her hazelnut color eyes to shine. Like her personality, Cherry's outfit was an attention stealer as well. She wore a teasing school girl outfit, black with trims of lime green and white with a matching plaid mini skirt. Her shirt was missing the first two buttons at the top allowing her cleavage to be seen from a distance. Her shoes were also black flats and complimented her nicely tanned legs. She was the perfect model for any p**n magazine. "What did I miss," Cherry asked sliding beside her

It was true that Cherry had laid out psychological warfare but her target was Stanley. Cherry had already transformed herself again by now. Her hair was let down from the bun and wavy curls draped over her shoulders casually. Her hair was changed from blonde to black and she had removed the colored contact lenses from her eyes. Her clean nails had also been painted with a bright red color. Several moments ago in the elevator, she applied a heavy make-up which resulted in drastic contrast with her natural appearance from earlier. It was true when some people said make-up could completely transform one person into another.

Cherry screamed before hugging me and I couldn’t even pretend like I wasn’t happy to see her and I instantly embraced her right back. She looked so different, her eyes were now dyed in a subtle cherry color and it was curled up. She dressed in a black matching fit, black pants which covered her gorgeous legs and a full sleeve shirt with such an amazing yet glittering fabric. She had on black heels to match and she smelt so good, like vanilla.

(Author’s POV) . Cherry was at the changing room being ready to prepare for an event she was assigned to. Modelling. “Hurry up. Show me the dresses for tonight” Cherry said as she walked to the mirror to check on her self with a smile. “I need you to change to this new dress designed by Tommy Heiser. His latest collection that just came in. Lucky you to get to be the first to walk at the stage with it” her assistant said as she helped Cherry to put on the dress that left a little for imagination on her body.

Cherry was dressed in a white shirt and a small red bow tie with a red skirt that matched her bow tie. She had long white stockings that got to her knees, paired with a white canvas as she wore her Barbie school bag, climbing down the glass stairs along with Stacy. "Daddy, when would the food be ready? Is the breakfast not ready yet?!" Cherry asked loudly as she took a jump on the final stairs. "It's almost done. Give me just five more minutes and I will be out with your lunchbox and breakfast,“ Bruce responded from the kitchen. "Hey, easy there. Do you want to get hurt on the first day of school?“ Stacy scolded her in a hushed tone immediately Cherry leaped down the stairs.

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.