Harry Styles Cherry Novels & Stories

Looking at myself under my duvet, I was naked. Holy cow! "Wait a minute!" I yelled as I stood up immediately and went to pick them up. I pulled them up quickly, one after the other and went back to sitting on the bed like nothing had happened. "You can come in." I called out and immediately an excited and ready to school Cherry got in. She was wearing light blue jeans and a black crop top underneath a dark brown leather jacket with dark brown leather boots. She was really mouth dropping. Her make over was also lit and she couldn't be anymore prettier. Beauty that flowed in the Banley's bad blood was astounding. Like for sure!

"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."

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.

As she grappled with these questions, Lily couldn't help but recall the fateful events that had turned her life upside down, forever changing the course of her once promising future. The sudden knock at her door jolted Lily from her thoughts, dragging her back into the present moment. "Yes?" she called out, her voice still tinged with uncertainty. Lily swung the door open, expecting to see a maid, but instead, her eyes fell upon a mischievous smile that belonged to none other than Cherry. Cherry was dressed in a provocative pink short gown, her hair elegantly tied into a ponytail, her face sporting a light layer of makeup that accentuated her youthful, luxurious appearance.