Harry Styles Don't Worry Darling Novels & Stories

he opens the door for me. "Thankyou, but you didn't need to do that ,i could have done it myself" i say " well, chivalry isn't quite dead yet" he replies with a smirk "Oh really! Mr. harry styles" i say with a smirk "yes m'lady , besides my mama taught me quite the manners" "good for you mr. styles " i say in a crappy british accent which makes him laugh "what?" i ask. " You are clearly not british so where were you born?" he says with an amusing smile

I wanted Miranda to accompany me on a trip abroad for a while, but she said she had recently started seeing a younger athlete and wasn't ready to let go of her fun just yet. I sighed and told her to visit me whenever she had time, promising to cover her ticket. Miranda laughed and declined, saying I should save the money to meet some handsome foreigners instead. I told her I couldn't be as carefree as she was and that my broken heart wouldn't heal so quickly. Miranda said, "Don't glamorize me! Carefree? Confident? No, I'm just a player—a match made in heaven for other players. I drift through the crowd, leaving no trace behind. Everyone's happy."

She wore diamonds like they were currency. And confidence like it was a weapon. “Darling,” she said to Harry, a slow smile curving her lips. “You didn’t invite me.” Harry’s entire frame stiffened. “You weren’t supposed to know about this place.” “Oh, please. I know all your secrets.” Her eyes slid to me, lingering. “So this is the new obsession.” I didn’t flinch. But inside, I was a battlefield. Harry hadn’t mentioned her. Not once. And based on the tension between them, that omission wasn’t an accident.

Anne had been stalked and harassed by someone. When Ansel saw the person who had been harassing Anne, his temper flared at once. I stood there in shock. The person who had been stalking Anne was Jake Dursley. He was the man who had pretended to be my boyfriend in front of Ansel back then. Ansel punched him without a second thought. "How dare you stalk and harass my fiancée? Do you have a death wish? How could Julie have seen anything in a jerk like you? "Oh, I get it. Now that she sees that I've succeeded and I'm about to get married, she told you to come and bully my fiancée, didn't she?"

I know that Harry likes a good ass, and I have been working out and making sure my body is better than ever, I might be in my forties, but I look like I’m in my early thirties because of all the work I had done and all the hours spent in the gym making sure I looked good. Once I’m dressed, I put my hair up into a ponytail; I know he liked hair in a ponytail as I could see he liked when that bitch used to have one. I get out of the room, and Dave eyes me from top to bottom. “Where are we going?” - he asks, smiling at me at the same Tim he stands top from the settee. “We are not going anywhere; I am going out to meet Harry”, - I say, and Dave’s face twists into a sad smile.

“Who is she? Why is she calling you darling?” “Darling, I’m carrying a lot of stuff. I’m tired…” sighed Dior. Harry looked at the hand on his arm and snapped, “Let go of me!” Sonia was baffled, startled. It was the first time Harry looked at her and spoke to her with such an attitude after being with him for so long. Harry took the chance to open the door as she was stunned. Dior put down the bags and hugged Harry, flirtingly saying, “What were you doing? My hands are tired.”

Raiden. We entered the store when the girl Raiden bribed for a date glared at me. Excuse me?! Excuse you! What did I do?! "She's got one hell of a competition, oopsies!" Ione whispered. This girl! "Shut up Ione!" I rolled my eyes for the nth time. "Guys, what's your avatar name?" Ione asked them. "Harry Styles." Harry said nonchalantly. "HAHHAHAA Really? The Harry Styles? What originality!" I bursted into laughter because of how creative he is, jeez! "You, Arthur?"

We walked to the edge of the garden, where the trees opened up to a view of the hills beyond. He wrapped his arms around me from behind, resting his chin on my shoulder. “I never wanted a grand wedding,” he said quietly. “I only ever wanted this. You. Our son. A life that feels like ours.” I leaned back against his chest. “It’s perfect. More than I ever let myself hope for.” He turned me in his arms and kissed me again, slower this time. “I love you, Hazel Royal,” he murmured against my lips. “I love you too,” I whispered back.

“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.”

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.