Harry Styles Ex Girlfriend 소설 & 이야기

The chest-length hair girl looked Harry up and down. "Why are you so quiet, Harry? I don't think there's anything wrong with you when you were in college or about 4 months ago we met. But how come you didn't welcome me and for sure, you were surprised too. Did you do something with Hana?” Harry, who could not hold back his secret, looked at Hana and Rita in turn. It was true that Harry was surprised by Rita's arrival because the secret that involved all of Harry's relationships was because of Rita. But from what he knew, his lover's wedding was also not planned in advance.

The hushed voices of women seated just a few feet behind him, pretending to sip their champagne but really just here for the drama. "That’s him, right?" one murmured. "Harry Hendrix. Sasha’s ex," another confirmed, her voice dripping with excitement. "God, can you imagine? Watching your ex dance with the guy she replaced you with? And at their wedding?" A quiet gasp. "Replaced? Sweetheart, Adrian is an upgrade. A billionaire, a celebrity athlete, and—look at him! That man is fine." A stifled giggle. "Poor Harry. First, the accident. Now, this."

"He doesn't want me and I don't either, problem solved!" 'I will make him realise that even without him, I am still attractive to other men. If he doesn't want me, others do', she thought vengefully to herself. She opened her wardrobe, searching for an outfit that was not too tight fitting She decided to wear a light blue oversized Korean style shirt and black skinny jeans and black sneakers. She completed her outfit with sunglasses. She looked at herself in the mirror and nodded appreciatively.

“To find out your assistant and girlfriend is a princess? Did you give her a hard time at the office?” I chuckled. I couldn’t believe I ordered here around. In my defense, she applied for that job, and I was also doing my job. “Adley might have figured out before you did. She’d been telling me that Carly looked familiar, but she can’t put her finger on where she saw her,” Mykel said. “Let me guess, on social media.” “Nope. iStyle Magazine. The Prince’s marriage to Kennedy Gilby.” “Oh.” I was slightly surprised.

The girls excitement was to see if he was one of the hot ones to hook up, while guys on the other hand were excited to see which gang he would join, considering the rumours also mentioned him to be one of the high class. "What do you think will he look like? Will he have red flaming hairs with green eyes?" Sam asked with a girlish giggle, while the others joined in. "Or sandy blond wavy locks with ocean blue eyes!" "Are you dreaming of Harry Styles?" Riley asked incredulously to Christi, who looked baffled. "Harry Styles doesn't have sandy blond hairs! Get it together!" While the girls bickered on, Sam turned her attention to Agatha, who was busy scrolling through her I*******m. "What do yo

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.

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.

Her name echoes in Jasmine's mind, the memories of Ethan's past flooding back. “Excuse me, you said you're what, again?” Hilary asked, her voice louder than intended. She heard what she had said but perhaps, she just couldn't wrap her head around it to bring herself to accept the fact that the lady in front of her had a past relationship with her fiancé. Hilary raised a brow, her composure relaxed as she replied, “I'm Hilary Mercer. Ethan's ex-girlfriend. Or let's just say, Ethan's friend.”

“And what would that be?” “That you wouldn’t fuck my sister, who’s also your boss, and ten years younger than you—” “Nine.” “Nine what?” he snaps. “Madonna is nine years younger than me. Stating for accuracy because so much that’s put out is inaccurate regarding us.” If eyes could bulge, his are. “Are you telling me you’re not having sex?” “I didn’t say that—” “Motherfucker.” He’s fast, but Harry is quicker to his feet and drags Norman to the other side of a row of seats.

“Shawn is crazy to let you go. He rather get with his late brother’s girlfriend. I’m glad he messed up, though. Else, I couldn’t have stolen you away. Hahaha!” I pursed my lips. “Let’s not talk about Shawn. He and I are a thing of the past.” “Why do I have to bring up the jerk and bring the mood down?” Not wanting to upset me, Harry apologized. I met Harry a few years back. In fact, Harry was not the only one actively recruiting me. Several of my big clients headhunted me. However, it never crossed my mind to leave Shawn because I was devoted to him as his girlfriend.