Harry Styles Cherry Novels & Stories

“It’s getting better, Cherry. It was hard at first, but I’m getting out there again. I’ve actually started dating again.” “That’s good. It’s good you’re getting back out there. Lord knows I wouldn’t know what to do if I were in your shoes.” “It was hard. It is hard, but Kadeer has eased the pain a little,” I said with a slight smile. “Kadeer? Is that your new beau? Tais-toi!” Cherry slapped her knee, telling me to “shut up” in French. Cherry was of Creole descent “Yeah.” I blushed. “We’ve been doing a little something. I don’t know where it’s going, but I like the direction it’s heading in.”

She came close and lowered her voice to a threatening level, “But after this, I won’t ever mention your name again. That was three weeks ago. Today, the second I entered the agency’s building, there was already a bustling about the new popstar ‘Cherry’ and how the exuberant Annie and her team had come up with yet another marvelous styling idea for her big debut. After a tedious rummaging through the grapevine, I finally got hold of the meeting time and place, and arrived just in time to see, metaphorically, my arm being chewed off yet once again. I’m so fucking dumb! Why did I believe her after so many times? “This is brilliant, Annie!” remarked the producer of Cherry’s debut project, and he