Harry Styles Don't Worry Darling Novels & Stories

So annoying! "Ugh, I almost forgot you're here," I jokingly said, which is partly true. "Yeah, understandable. Look how hot she is," Harry praised Stacey and looked at her with lustful eyes. I got irritated with his actions. "Stop looking at her!" I give her the tuxedo I removed a while ago and cover it to her body. I'm selfish with my snack so I don't want Harry to be looking at her and imagining things. Stacey is also wearing lingeries; part of her presentation, I guess.

“Thanks. But I’m here with my girls tonight.” Harry tilted his head. “Just one dance. I promise I don’t bite.” Tessy didn’t flinch. “And I don’t bend. Not tonight.” Helena and Stacy noticed and drifted closer, like silent bodyguards in heels. Harry backed up with a shrug. “No stress.” As he walked off, Helena raised her cup. “Queen behavior. Proud of you.” “I’ve got my own rhythm,” Tessy said, brushing it off. “Don’t need anyone throwing me off beat.”

Some of them even slow down, as if trying to figure out who she is. Something ugly twists inside my chest. I don’t like it. I don’t like the way they look at her. Because no matter what has happened between us… She's still my wife. Harry follows my gaze. Then he whistles softly. “Well, damn,” he mutters. “If that’s not your wife, then I might actually fall in love tonight.” I glare at him. He immediately raises his hands in surrender. “Relax. Just stating facts.” But I barely hear him.

I take a deep breath, feeling defeated and just as I’m about to turn the TV off, the screen shifts and Harry appears. My spine straightens, every muscle on alert as I watch his smug face fill the frame as reporters swarm him outside some gleaming building. “Did you meet the mystery woman Chase was with last night? What can you tell us about her?” Harry pauses, turning slowly toward the cameras, wearing a smile I used to mistake for charm. “Yes, I met her. Lovely woman. I just hope she knows what she’s getting herself into with Chase Sterling. He’s known for parading women around and tossing them aside when he gets bored.”

"The day he does, I'll be sure that something is wrong." I watch Harry's face closely, and he seems worried for a moment. Then, he surprises me by asking, "Has Damson ever...has he ever made a move on you, Ada?" His words catch me off-guard, and scare me. "No, why?" "I don't know," he claims. "Sometimes I have this feeling like he's too attached to you or something. He's never tried to kiss you or maybe told you he had feelings for you?" "No, of course not!" I exclaim. "That would be so weird."

he saw me and gave smile. dad: "enjoy.. come back soon.. " I nodded my head and went out... I saw Harry standing in front of his car and using his mobile.. I cleared my throat just to gain his attention.. he looked at me for few seconds... harry(hayden): "hi... you look beautiful in this dress.. " me: "thank you.. " putting my hairs behind my ears.. he opened the car door of front seat for me.. I sat.. then he came to driver seat and started the car.. I was nervous so I was slient.. harry broke the silence...

“You don’t need to be concerned about that.” “Also, who is we? You and your pal… yeah, what’s his name? Seth? Are you both conspiring?” Harry smirked, “So you are not THAT dumb.” I scoffed, “You are running around being a dog for someone. How can I ever be dumber than you?” Harry stepped closer, his face turning red, “Don’t test my patience, you fucking slut.” “Ah, ah, ah…” someone jumped off the stairs, startling me, “don’t insult our little sister-in-law, Harrieta.”

“Harry, I get it. You are awfully unfamiliar with the concept of civilization, but that doesn’t mean you can just go around grabbing random women’s dresses to open rusty, contagious doors!” “You’re not a random woman.” He deadpanned. “You’re my sister.” “Exactly! Which makes it so much worse!” I shrieked. “I’m your sister! How dare you destroy my dress? What is wrong with you?” Harry just stared at me like I was the problem. Like I was the pain in the ass here. As if he wasn’t the one who committed full-blown fashion homicide just now. I gave him my deadliest glare. “Don’t. You. Dare. Say bullshit right now.”

Endangering her life would in no doubt make Violet worry. “Chillax, Dude.” Harry slapped his shoulder. “I won't be a fool twice. Never gonna fall for any girl. She's not my type, anyway.” “I hope she hears that.” Clyde scoffed. Hadn't Harry said the same thing two years ago? Clyde wasn't only worried about Violet’s friend but also the dumb guy standing in front of him. He almost died for goodness sake! Was he tired of his life? “I have to say that she's quite interesting, though,” Harry added, but then, he shrugged. “Well, it's gonna pass. Besides, she thinks I'm a servant. Nobody's gonna get harmed, I promise.”