Harry Styles Friendships Novels & Stories

he says to my mother. “Oh, you know I won’t mind,” she laughs. “Go on, have fun. Be responsible, okay? I know how the two of you are with each other.” I only bring my phone with me along with my wallet. I suddenly remember what Harry asked me about me and Damson, and I’m just weirded out. That was such a random thing for him to ask. We’ve been friends forever. I don’t think we ever gave anyone the impression that we were dating or that we ever would. Ours has always been the pure kind of friendship. I knew all his girlfriends. I don’t recall ever feeling jealous.

She had offered to wash both our plates. "Well, howdy, stranger." That scent and voice seemed so familiar. I turned to see piercing blue eyes on me. It was Harry, and he had his hair in a bun and was wearing a pair of sweatpants. I've never really had a thing for man buns, but he made them work. "Harry!" I exclaimed, genuinely pleased to see him. He was my first friend here—if he considers me a friend. "How have you been?"

I replied, stunned that Harry used to be so well-known and respected within the medical community, and even had a friendship with someone as noble as Brian Watson. Harry’s eyes were glazed with happy memories of a life once lived. “We were practically two peas in a pod, me and him. I adored and respected him very much, and whenever he had a piece of advice to lend me, I was always ready to listen up and take notes. All except for… one thing.” My curiosity was thoroughly piqued by this point. “And what was that?”

I think he meant by we are his rich ass friends who belongs to their circle of elite families in London. "None taken." I answer. "Tell me about him. Please? How long have you known Mr. Styles?" "Benedict?" He quizzed. I nod. "Well we met when he was 14 and I was 12. It was a get together with the families at Hawaii. Our fathers were super close and eventually we became best friends. But Benedict didn't like me right away when we met because I didn't open up to them because of what happened to my mum."

"Thank you. And you have part of this as well. You have a big help in bringing her to me." "I'm happy for you, Alex." He gave me a brotherly hug and patted my back. Harry and Adrian have been my closest friends since we were students, and until now, it doesn't change. Sometimes, Harry is just too formal with me in the office. "Just tell me if you need any help." He grinned. I nodded, smiling. I bid goodbye to him, then rushed out of the building. My car was already in the driveway waiting for me, and Austin opened the door.

Then back at her. Absolutely not. Harry was my younger cousin. Twenty-three. Rich, reckless, and had the attention span of a goldfish. He’d been kicked out of two colleges for fighting, and last I heard he was “investing” in crypto by day and racing motorcycles by night. He flirted with anything that breathed and left a trail of crying girls behind him. And Shula, my Shula, who blushed at the word ‘virgin’, was practically vibrating at the sound of his name.

I wonder if she knows all that’s been going on, it’s been a whirlwind. Then comes Jimmy. He’s an awesome friend, someone that came in my life unexpectedly. I truly appreciate him, and I am beyond sad that he’s going through so much right now. I hope his wife beats the disease. A lot of people beat cancer, and I pray she be one of them. The next person that comes in my mind makes me laugh to myself. It’s Harry from Iris’s restaurant. Who would have thought that Jacob, my best friend, had a twin? It’s crazy really. And I was so confused when I first saw him, I was adamant on the fact that he was Jacob.

Harry said, chuckling as he spoke. “It’s nothing like that Leah, me and Harry have been best buddies for close to three decades now, we grew up in the same neighbourhood in Tulsa, and went to the same elementary school and the same high school, although we have had our own fair share of quarrels while we grew up, but we have never fought to the extent of cutting off from each other, he’s my brother, and for me family is important in everything, I can’t cut family off” he said smiling at Leah.

Styles wasn't his surname, wasn't part of his name. “Sorry for not introducing myself, but I'm not Mr Styles.” he replied and he heard her laugh beautifully, making his heart flutter. “Ofcourse, I know who you are. I can recognize your voice, Mr Harry.” Ciara responded and he smiled a bit, grateful for the fact that at least, she knew who it was. “Why did you call me Mr styles?” His curiosity got the better of him, so he asked. “You know, Harry. Like Harry Styles.” she replied and he smiled. They had met only once, and she was already cracking jokes with him.

I close my eyes tightly. My eyes snapped open when a loud knock rang through my office. "What?!" I bark. I stood up in surprise when the door opened, and Dwight walked in. Dwight and I were really good friends back in college. Other than Harry, it's safe to say he's another person I can call a best friend. The only problem is that he and Harry were never able to get along. "You're still an anus" "It's good to see you too" I say embracing him. Harry got up and walked out without acknowledging his presence.