Harry Styles Ex Boyfriends Mga Nobela at Kwento

How could I know? Harry and I often exchanged messages, and we even hung out together a few times to breathe at night air. During that time, he was very attentive, and he told me a lot about his ex-girlfriends. As far as I could tell from his story, Harry never broke up with anyone first. Instead, he was a victim of infidelity. That's why we can connect, because we both have tragic love stories. “You're immature as a man,” I retorted, and I got a sharp glance from Harry.

Wrapping my arms around his neck, I kissed his cheek, producing a smile on his lips. Harry didn't change. He was still sweet as ever. A gentleman who makes all the girls swoon on their feet. With his straight blowback hairstyle, manly face features, and alluring grey eyes, everyone would turn their heads at him. Even though I was more attracted to girls, I had a little crush on him at first but eventually, we became best of friends instead. "You don't know how much I missed you," he stated, hugging me once again. "I missed you too, Harry."

He said with his eyes lighting up like a fucking Christmas tree. Harry is really into this girl, Ellie’s best friend. “And when I’m there I might ask Eli….I mean Arabella some questions concerning the two of you.” He smirked when I glared at him. “Don’t you dare do that Harry?” “Oh, I definitely will. See you some other time boss, I have a girlfriend to woo.” He was out of the office before I could tell him where to find his ‘girlfriend’. I didn’t bother calling him back because I knew he would figure it out himself, since he’s very interested in this girl I’m sure he must have gotten some secret guards following her around or so.

Harry answered, eagerly waiting for what she was going to say next. "Long before I met Lincoln, I was married to Matteo who was my college sweetheart. He had those dreadlocks like you then, the nose piercing, tatoo, everything that signified that he was a typical bad boy. I loved it and was instantly attracted to him when I first met him in our freshers party and in no time we started a beautiful relationship. It was the typical good boy and bad boy love story that appeal to everyone then as they loved us and invited us to parties together. In of all these, Matteo wouldn't stop smoking and drinking, doing all of the things his father had warned him not to do. He continued and we got married,

– Harry. I was already irritated and his not clear replies were adding to my irritation. “Come on Harry! Tell me. Who is she? She looks pretty.” “Lily. My ex.” – Harry. Looking at his text, my anger grew high. How could he be so close even with his ex's? What if they are starting to have relationship again? Were they patched up? With all the thoughts, my heart started pacing fast. “Oh! So you are into eachother again?” I texted.

Yeah, she must have known about this. I messaged Riley to meet me before lunch break and headed to my class. When the third bell rang, Riley came to speak with me as we decided. "What do you want to talk about?" "I want to know about hailey's ex-boyfriend." "Are you talking about Dean? The one she broke up with recently?" "No. Not him." "Then who are you talking about?" "Harry Russell." "Why do you want to know about him?"

Harry added. "My ex-girlfriends always said I was a great boyfriend," he muttered disgruntledly. I opened the door, stepping out onto the outside of the campus, frowning as I heard the boy imply that he would be a great boyfriend for my girl. "I doubt any of your ex-girlfriends would be anything like Rose," Harry teased him as I followed silently by his side. " 'And how can you know that?” "Because if you had already met someone like her, you wouldn't be so fascinated by my girl," I added, "I have to go, I'll see you tomorrow!”

For seven years, I had been changing myself for him, only for everything to end up being my fault. Not long after, Harry updated his social media with a photo of himself and Emily. In the picture, they were embracing and kissing, looking like a loving couple married for seven years. Honestly, I found it somewhat amusing when I saw that post. Harry sent me warm, caring messages in the morning, but he was out with his beloved first love in the evening. He wanted to be a gentle, devoted husband while still being attached to his charming and beautiful first love. Catering to the emotional needs of two women in one day must be quite exhausting.

I said, raising a brow. She sighed, leaning back slightly. “That handsome man with you at the funeral… What’s his name again?” “Harry,” I muttered. “Yes, Harry.” She winked. “What’s going on between you two?” “Nothing,” I said firmly. “From what I saw, it didn’t look like nothing.” “You saw wrong,” I laughed softly. “Harry and I are just friends. He was a close friend in high school and now a family to the kids and me.

I asked, turning to him. "Oh, you know, the usual," Harry replied with a shrug. "Just trying to keep busy with work and all that." "You never told us about your new girlfriend," I teased, nudging him playfully. Harry's face turned red. "Uh, yeah, we've been seeing each other for a few months now," he admitted. "Well, you'll have to bring her around so we can meet her," Keith said with a grin. "Yeah, I think you'll like her," Harry replied, looking relieved.