Harry Styles Funny Novels & Stories

Although Harry didn't have a good sense of humor, and hated the sarcasm with which Diane often spoke, he knew she was absolutely right, it was time to "take a walk" "Okay Diane, give me 30 minutes and we'll go out" past the agreed time Harry returns, Diane is dumbfounded to see him more relaxed, he had light jeans a little tight to the body, a dark t-shirt, and sneakers, all very fine and elegant, it was quite hot these days, he did that a coat was not needed, he had put on a softer and more youthful perfume, and his face was accompanied by dark glasses. "Wow! Where's Mr. Harry old man?" he just shakes his head.

Surprise, surprise: Back at you, princess. CHAPTER TEN Devon Harry's sudden chortle of laughter broke me out of my disbelief. Turning my angry glare on him, I asked. "What's so funny? I don't really think any of this is, unless you are a sadistic masochist." "The fact that she sneaked in here and did this." Still wheezing and holding his belly, Harry said between laughs. "You must have really made an enemy of her."

Gossip and spectacle—both were instinctive human pleasures. Within hours, Harry's barking had gone viral, not just dominating domestic trending lists but spreading abroad as well. Violinists who had once quit the stage after suffering Harry's insults now felt vindicated, their long-suppressed anger released at last. In just a few hours, Harry's photos and videos had been mercilessly parodied. Some particularly creative netizens Photoshopped his face onto a dog's body and set it to ridiculous background music, leaving people laughing until their sides hurt.

You and I We don't wanna be like them We can make till the end Nothing can come between You and I Not even the gods above Can separate the two of us I hummed softly along and he looked over at me. "Big fan,huh?" "No, just one of them." I pulled over into the parking lot. "Who's this unlucky guy?" "One, he's not unlucky. Two, it's Harry." We walked towards my locker. "Harry Styles?" "No," I rolled my eyes at him. "Harry Potter." "Haha, really funny." He said as I slammed my locker shut. I turned on my heels and coffee spilled on my shirt. Way to start Friday morning. "Watch the hell where you're going." The voice barked.

He didn't even remove Catherine's hand on his arm. This is crazy. Why did I even believe he would remove his lover’s hand on his arm? She’s his great love, anyway. “Uh, Serena…” Harry got my attention by calling my name gently. “I don't think you’d like an ice cream in my hand instead of in a cone. My chocolate moose has become a cow.” I couldn't help but laugh at Harry’s joke. I saw a woman behind Harry trying so hard to hide her laughter while I almost teared up laughing at his crazy joke. Even Andy laughed at him while Catherine and Tyler remained silent and it brought me back to seriousness.

Harold hummed in response and then it clicked in his mind,"Wanna join me in the practice match, today?" "Oh no, no, I don't play football." She quickly replied, knitting her brows in nervousness. "Oh god, this girl!" Harold mumbled to herself and then explained, "Who's asking you to play, darling?" "Huh?" The curly haired still didn't understand the proposal. "All you have to do is cheer my name and be hot while holding a towel and a water bottle for me." He chuckled before taking the last bite of his salad. "Actually, I would rather be Harry Styles's whore than be your bleacher." Gracie added jokingly.

Harry rolled his eyes. "You don't do women, how will you know this things" and we both laugh. Trust Harry to make every awkward thing seem so funny. "So the Australian guy?" "Well…" "Look at you blushing !" "Get lost Harry!" I shouted ,going towards the locker and ignoring him knowing that it will be empty by this time around. *THE BIG GAME NIGHT*

"Harry! I almost hit you. Don't ever sneak up on me like that." "I'm sorry. I didn't want to call your name in front of everyone." I noticed something on his face, "what the hell, Harry! You shaved?" Harry's jaw, which was once filled with hair, was now clean shaved, and I think it suits him. He looks younger. "I decided to try something new." He said as he strokes his bare jaw. His face turned sour as he sniffed the air. "You smell different today." I didn't know how to answer that, so I kept quiet, trying to think of something else to say, but he beat me to it. "Where are you going to go dressed up like this?" He said, pointing at my dress and shoes.

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?"

"Hilary, are you okay?" "Can you give me a mirror?" I ask demandingly. He looks confused but then picks a mirror and gives it to me. I touch my face, makes funny expression while at my reflection. After a couple of seconds, I slap myself. "Aww!" I scream in pain. "HAHAHA, what the hell are you doing? I know you're pretty but don't hurt yourself and make funny faces to become ugly, that's only made you cute." This can't be...