Harry Styles Doll Novels & Stories

DARIUS' POV "Well, well," his smooth voice said. I turned around slowly to face Harry who was standing in the doorway. He looked immaculate as always in tailored clothes that probably cost more than most pack members made in a month. His blonde hair was artfully styled. There was a strange false concern etched into his big bright blue eyes. He looked like an angel. But Harry? He acted like the devil. "I heard there was some excitement today. Came to see the damage for myself."

As I waddled through the luxury baby store, pointing to cribs, gold-plated bottles, and a diamond-encrusted pacifier, he followed behind carrying everything. “I think this stroller’s too basic,” I said. “It’s Louis Vuitton,” the saleslady gasped. I turned to Harry. “Is it too basic, babe?” He didn’t even flinch. “We’ll take the one made of carbon fiber. The space-tech one.” The saleslady nearly fainted. I strutted over to the maternity lingerie section and held up a sheer red nightgown with open cups. “Thoughts?” Harry’s eyes darkened. “That’s not for sleep. That’s for punishment.”

In the two days that followed, Travis Blake didn’t come back to the Harvey mansion. Just as Hailey began to enjoy the rare peace, her phone rang. It was a number she didn’t recognize. “Hello?” “Hi, is this Miss Hailey Stewart? I’m a stylist working with several high-end fashion houses. I’d like to schedule a fitting with you this week.” Hailey frowned. “A fitting? For what?” The woman on the other end started listing luxury brands, Valentino, Givenchy, Elie Saab... Hailey blinked. These aren’t just designer brands, they’re top-tier. She instinctively looked down at her homemade t-shirt. It had a tiny bleach stain near the hem.

I checked the outfits, one after the other, feeling distressed. Finally, I picked the seemingly most low-key and convenient outfit to wear. Then, I turned on the computer and applied for a new uniform. I felt weiter after that and eventually calmed down However, as soon as I arrived at the training ground, harry stopped me "Davina, you are wearing the outfit designed by the famous designer, Lill, it's a top- level luxury brand that caters only to royal families. I like their new spring and summer collections but couldn't buy them anywhere "Harry's eyes widened as he shouted, almost as if he was afraid that others still hadn't notice my new clothes, "Really?"

Harry gets our suitcases and we change into something party appropriate after eating some dorritos from his kitchen pantry because we had time and both of us were starving . I message justin the address of the oarty and invite him and his boyfriend too . I am so excited and happy to meet him after so long . I change into black knee-length bodycon dress which has slits on the sides right above my hips. I put on some makeup and high heels . Harry is sporting a black button down along with back pants and black loafers . He is looking extremely dashing. We both make our way to the club shawn booked and it's so full with people even though he cut some people from the invites.

Because it’s easier than admitting she’s been thinking about him for far too long already. Hours later, the shower steam has faded, and Sahara stands before the full-length mirror in her bedroom. She wears a pink sweetheart cocktail dress, a gift from her aunt that she had been saving for a special occasion. The fabric hugs her curves with an insistence that can’t be ignored. The neckline dips low, showcasing the swell of her breasts, pushing them up until they look ready to spill out. The waist nips in tight before flaring over her hips, accentuating the hourglass figure she used to hide under baggy jeans and oversized hoodies.

She scanned the room, and, truth be told, all the sandals there were high heels. “Is there a problem, Sab? You’re used to wearing those, huh? You even wear higher ones sometimes,” her hairdresser interjected. She winced. “Yeah, I just don’t feel like wearing one today,” she said as an excuse before glancing down at the doll shoes she was wearing. “Can’t I just wear these doll shoes?” she pointed to them. The stylist shook her head firmly. “Negative, madam. They won’t go well with your outfit,” she replied with attitude while adjusting the cream-colored spaghetti-strap mini dress she was wearing. “Besides, I know you’ll be sitting in almost all of your shots.”

Harry added and Bethel sighed. "They've got nice things here,trust me" He added. Harry wore a nose mask in order to prevent any form of ardent questions from the press. He opened the door for Bethel and she followed him after much hesitation. She didn't see a need of shopping for cloths when she can make stunning dresses. Bethel picked a great jacket with three pairs of shoes, not wanting to offend Harry. "How about that?" Harry asked, pointing to a particular dress that caught his attention. He kept pointing to more things that caught his attention for her to pick. All the dresses looked great on her.

Even I got out. "Hurry up! We don't have much time." Harold said as I nodded. With that we walked inside the studio. The interior of this designer studio was jaw dropping with golden lights illuminating the whole place. Different colors and different patterns of clothes were hung beautifully and the clothes in here looked very expensive. A sales girl walked towards us with a warm smile. "How can I help you sir?" Her question was directed to Harold but I replied instead. "I need a party dress!" She nodded and walked off.

“Harry.” “Tell me that you’re glad to see me,” Harry’s appearance was, as always, dramatically beautiful. Tall, lean, broad shouldered, and dressed with an effortless elegance that Meguitte could never reproduce, their hair was a waist length, silky straight dyed golden curtain. From behind she might have mistaken Harry for Talen, though Talen had not worn his hair that length since his time in Alden whilst he had been grieving Gera, and Talen tended more to denim and flannelette than designer wear.