Harry Styles Funny Novels & Stories

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.

Hazel picked out a jacket from her closet and put it on, "Okay, I'm sorry, but you have to go ... Lee will be here soon and I have to get ready." "You look nice," he commented. He was being truthful. She smiled, "Thanks." Marlon stood and pointed to the cardboard cutout by her bed, "Harry Styles ... I met him once at my dad's party in Goldstone ... cool guy." Just when she thought he couldn't make her feel any geekier. This guy had actually met the love of her life in person and probably had a casual conversation with him. When Harry seemed to be so out of reach for her, another being from another world. "Awesome," she murmured. She didn't want to go all fangirl crazy and ask him for the det

The crazy guy just dressed down Frost like he’s a damn college professor. Frost inclines his head. “Point taken.” Crazy Harry shoves his hands in the pockets of his pants and levels his gaze on me. His eyes are a surprisingly pale blue, and they pierce right through me, like he can see inside me. Now that I’m getting a better look at him, he appears a little younger than I guessed at before, though his outfit still makes him look a bit like a California surfer boy gone to seed in his New Mexico retirement.

Think about what he did just a moment ago. "What's wrong with you? Why are you calling out my name?" Again Alfred asked, wanting to get a serious answer. “That's the fate of a popular person, your name will often be called until your ears itch and your nose sneezes." Harry's jokes, which are always funny, are difficult to take seriously. “I'm? Not really, not popular as you. Just admit it! How many girls have you dated or confess they love to you, huh?” Attack Alfred is very random with topics that suddenly appear.

Time to bring out my invisible long list of questions. “How old are you?” I asked. He lowered his eyes. “That? You couldn't just G****e me?” I scoffed “I don't care about you that much Aaron Vanderbilt” Lies, it had not occurred to me to. I don't think I’d ever actually googled anyone before. Except Harry Styles of course. He gave a slight chuckle. I squinted. Did Aaron just laugh? With me? The meds must have been getting to him I suppose.

" Harry backed away slightly, crossing his arms over his chest. "Asshole! I'm not that frustrated yet," Aiden replied with a small chuckle. "Wait! You're chuckling?" exclaimed Harry, looking surprised. What's wrong?" asked Aiden. “You're healthy, right? Are you possessed by a spirit or some kind of vampire?" said Harry. "Come on Harry! Your expression is ridiculous. Aiden was still smiling as he sipped his drink. How long have I known you? But this is the first time I've seen you chuckle like that; how fucking handsome! Harry exclaimed, making Aiden laugh even more.

“You heard right. Just this morning, she tossed my paintings in the trash can and called them garbage.” Fuck! I shouldn’t have said that. I regret my loose tongue the instant those words leave my mouth. With the amount of whiskey I have coursing through me right now, it’s a miracle I haven’t spilled the passwords to my bank accounts already. I should probably stop drinking so much. Harry’s laughter is full blown now, tears streaming down his face as he tries desperately not to collapse onto the ground in laughter. “Have you had enough?” I ask him seriously, trying to suppress my smirk.

"I brought my ex with me” Harry incomprehensibly turns his head towards me. “Do you remember I told you I had never smelled a woman before ? That's because she's not giving off any scent”. Harry's eyebrows seem to have grown together over his forehead. “And that's because she's one of them. The witches”. I look down. Harry starts laughing. "What's so funny ?" “You've been with a girl who spends her free time killing guys like you? How the hell did you dare cheat on her ?”

Harry who was fond of making jokes with the former CEO’s son during staff meetings was now silent as a grave. The meeting was so tense that by the time it ended, everyone felt relived. Mr. Carrington seemed to be a very serious man. He had not smiled throughout the meeting. I wondered if he knew how to laugh. If I hadn’t gone to that party in the woods, I would have thought everyone from Misenium was grumpy. Harry and I were close friends. We had started working at the same time and so bonded easily due to facing similar struggles. “Things are about to get tough around here,” Harry said as we entered my office.

“How do you even come up with these things?” Harry grinned proudly, leaning back in his chair. “It’s a gift, really. I consider myself a prank prodigy.” “Prodigy or not, you’re going to get expelled one of these days,” Lucas said, his voice light but laced with warning. “And I'm not going to help you this time if anything happened.” “This time?!” I questioned and Harry snorted, shrugging his shoulders. Next, he waved Lucas off. “Nah, they love me. Besides, someone’s got to keep things interesting.”