Harry Styles Doll Novels & Stories

Not content with leaving her own territory and agreeing to stay in his, she arrived wearing a black coat with baby pink vinyl boots, making him furrow his brow in confusion so she could then get rid of the coat and reveal a short, low-cut dress in the same color and material. "That outfit was pretty cool, by the way. It had that whole latex thing, clinging to your body, the super high boot, that blatantly sexy thing from your fantasies, but, on the other hand, it had something... sweet in the color. You looked like a doll... maybe a short Barbie." He ventured. "Barbie, Harry?" She laughed. "Barbie is a platinum blonde!" "No, ma'am. Only if she was when you played with dolls! There's Barbie b

I muttered. “That’s not an issue. I’m here. We’ll go shopping today.” “No, Harry. You’re busy. I can just pick something.” “No. That’s not acceptable. They’re meeting the Trinity Real Estate CEO for the first time. You have to stand out. Let’s inform the housekeeper—she can look after the kids while we’re out.” “Fine,” I said, hiding a laugh. “So, you’re my stylist for today?” A few hours later, we were walking through rows of boutiques. Some were familiar, others not. Harry’s hands sifted through racks, placing dresses in front of me, his fingers brushing the silky fabrics.

The wardrobe door opened and Harley came in wearing a kind of ripped white tank top with pink tartan skirt, with dangly pink earrings, a few flower hair clips and lipgloss, she looked ready for the party with strap white sandals. "Ready to go?". She asked. I nodded. "Sure". "Wait, let me style your hair". She had me sit and then she styled my hair amazingly making me look unrecognizable in the mirror. She had put a little make-up on my face too. After a while, we were done and we went downstairs. I walked carefully on my stilettos so I won't fall down on the marble tiled stairs. "And Voilà". She said dramatically as we got down.

Harry had made him wear a black crop top that exposed his flat tummy and high waisted black jeans that accentuated the curve of his waist and hips. His face was bare save for the pink lip gloss and the thin eyeliner which Harry insisted will make his pretty features pop out. While he looked good, this didn't feel like him at all. The omega preferred his comfortable hoodies and sweats. Standing amidst the people in this club, he felt exposed. Harry nudged his shoulder. "You should loosen up and dance!" Simon frowned at him. "But we're here for—" "I know," Harry said, touching his shoulder. "Dance and you'll find whatever you're looking for."

Hazel picked out a jacket from her closet and put it on, "Okay, I'm sorry, but you have to go ... Lee will be here soon and I have to get ready." "You look nice," he commented. He was being truthful. She smiled, "Thanks." Marlon stood and pointed to the cardboard cutout by her bed, "Harry Styles ... I met him once at my dad's party in Goldstone ... cool guy." Just when she thought he couldn't make her feel any geekier. This guy had actually met the love of her life in person and probably had a casual conversation with him. When Harry seemed to be so out of reach for her, another being from another world. "Awesome," she murmured. She didn't want to go all fangirl crazy and ask him for the det

I blinked at the girl, asking myself what the hell she was doing here, looking very beautiful and attractive like that. I couldn't control myself from taking in her outfit. She was dressed in sexy shorts and crop top, her belly ring on display as well as her white waist beads. Harry likes waist beads. My stomach tightened at that thought. He has not been the usual Harry I know. Instead of fighting and complaining, he been acting too cool for my liking, and this girl here, Lena, just showed up from nowhere to appear sexy, of course she will be the one getting all his attention with her cute belly rings, attractive curves and beautiful waist beads. Why can I not get Harry's attention the way s

"Put it on, Camilla." Hearing that fake name out of his mouth always felt like a slap. It was a constant reminder that to the rest of the world, Elera didn't exist anymore. I was a ghost playing a part in a game I didn't understand. I took the dress into the adjoining bathroom, my hands trembling slightly as I slipped out of my oversized t-shirt and stepped into the expensive fabric. It fit perfectly, clinging to my curves and leaving my entire back exposed to the cool air. When I stepped back into the bedroom, Adrian was waiting. He held a small, black leather strap in his hand. Before I could ask what it was, he dropped to one knee in front of me.

When she arrived at the rural area, she got out of the car and heard the clicking sound of leather shoes. Dior halted at the familiar sound. Her eyes sparkled as she turned around and saw… Harry sported a high-end suit in black. His leather shoes seemingly glistened, his hair was styled, and he emitted an exorbitant aura. He looked like a president from movies. Dior fangirled him; her heart almost skipped a beat. She took a while to react before she walked toward him in her heels, unable to hide her crush on him. “Harry Cogen! You look so handsome… Wait, you look so dressed up. Where are you going?”

Sarra chuckled at the thought while Harry just chuckled and left. "Sir, how can I help you!" A maid offered up. Harry had been picking out clothes for a long time. "Mmm, I'm looking for a dress for my wife," he said. "Oh, can you tell me the size?" Harry was silent, and he did not understand at all this. "Mmm...." He scratched the nape of his neck. Aha! He saw a woman picking out clothes, "something like that!" he pointed at the woman whose back it was.

She was the friend who knew the latest trends before they were cool, the one who could make any outfit look like it was plucked from the pages of a high-fashion magazine. Ashley, the birthday girl, went for the classic "Fashionista Sasha." Her curly short hair was styled in a high ponytail, with a few loose strands framing her face. She wore a pink mini-dress that matched her doll's outfit, complete with a chic belt and dainty heels. Her makeup was minimal but effective, letting her natural beauty shine through. Sasha's outfit was the epitome of sophistication and poise, much like Ashley herself, who always knew how to navigate social situations with grace.