Harry Styles Cherry Novels & Stories

"I'm Cherry Martinez, and this is Lia Chen. We're from Atelier Noir. Natasha hired us to update your wardrobe." Lia dropped her bags next to Cherry's and pulled out a tablet. "We were told you need everything. Casual, business casual, formal, shoes, accessories. The works." "That's right," Maxwell said. Cherry walked around him slowly, her eyes scanning him up and down. Not in a judgmental way, but more like she was analyzing a project. "Okay," she said, stopping in front of him. "First things first. What's your style? What do you like to wear?"

Harbinger Inc.? That was Harry's company! "With all due respect, maybe you guys are confused," Cherry offered helpfully. "We're a luxury fashion house, while Harbinger Inc. is a goods trading company! And also… we always pay our taxes!" "No, I think I get it. It's my family," I murmured quietly to her. "I'll be going with them and leaving the Edwardian Tailor to you for the time being. Make sure the office doesn't get overtaken by speculation, got it?"

Of course he did. His dark hair was still messily styled to look unintentional and casual. Always trying so hard to look like he wasn’t trying at all. And the scent, the exact same one from back then, it hit me in the gut. Six years, and it still clung to him like it belonged to him. Cherry. All that time he spent running, hiding, pretending… and he still smelled like six years ago. He’s either cursed or too stupid to pick a new cologne, definitely the second option.

In past years, someone would have started clapping by now. But this year, no one did. Polly Malfoy, a newcomer who had joined three months ago, was the first to lift her head. She said, "Mr. Bassett, I heard that at Midea Tech's annual meeting, everyone got two big boxes of cherries." The room fell abruptly silent. I frowned. "What did you just say?" "Cherries," she repeated, tracing a small circle on the tabletop. "Imported ones. "One box costs seventy or eighty dollars. Two boxes are 160 dollars—and that doesn't even include the extra two months' salary they give."

I had believed that I had all the time in the world for us to know each other and that if we were meant to be together, it would happen in its own time. Like a blind man, I wandered into the living-room, my gaze skittering around as if searching for something. It stopped on the cushions Cherry had made. Covers that bore my mate’s namesake: Cherry blossom. It was one of the little quirks I’d learned about her over the last few months as she’d shared her designs with me. In every one, she liked to hide her mark in it somewhere. Even in the clothes she made, she’d invariably stitched the detail of two cherries in. It was her signature in every piece she made.

Pop my cherry Daddy! Chapter 11. Author’s Pov. Clad in a red waist-snatching dress, I walked elegantly down the stairs with my messy waves dangling down with me. I had decided to invite my friends Denica and Johnson to join me in this party as I struggled my way through making Ignazio jealous if he tried to ditch me like he always does. I do not know what this feeling was but it was driving me crazy and I needed to do something about it.

I winked and she nodded. Cherry and I got close almost immediately we met. She was an easy-going, innocent and outrageously smart teenager, who looked like her bombshell of a mother. She had her father's green eyes and her mother's reddish brown hair. She was extremely shy around strangers and boys but that didn't stop her internal goodness from radiating. It shined through everytime even without her speaking. Mark and Diana wouldn't stop rubbing it in people's faces that they raised a well adjusted child with exceptional manners. Looking at Cherry, I couldn't fault them for their pride.

The instructions were vague yet the implications were stark. ╒══════════ •◦இ•◦ ══════════╕ Truth or Dare STUDENT 13 - RUBY FRIDAYS Dare to do the Dare: "Want a scene you won't ever forget? Walk down the trails of the old carousel, And take a picture of the only disturbing scene you'll find there." ╘══════════ •◦இ•◦ ══════════╛

The door cracked open and she smiled and stood up from her seat thinking it was Andy. "Hi, Cherry." Harry greeted her with smiles. "Why are you here?" Cherry asked with disappointment as she sighed and sat down back on her seat. "I am here for Andy and not you." Harry said with anger. "You think I don't know that you are here to hit on me. But Harry or should I say assistant, you will never have a chance with me. You better wake up and stop chasing after what you will never get. You thought that because I slept in the same room with you, you now have a chance huh? You are dreaming because I will never even make you my bodyguard let alone date you." Cherry said with a scoff as she fixed her e

And she looked a lot like Cherry. She took a strand of her own hair. She only went to the hairdresser on special occasions, and even then only trimmed the ends, keeping the same hairstyle since she was fifteen. Cherry had shoulder-length hair and, she suspected, dyed. She would ask Simon if doing the same would make her more attractive.