Harry Styles Gemma 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.

Gemma replied with a dry laugh. Freddy looked at her, eyebrows shooting up in surprise at how easily Gemma had dismissed Chase. “Well, look at you. Is Gemma Havley from small-town Oklahoma finally deciding it’s time to come out of that turtle shell?” It sounded more like a question than a statement. Gemma shot her a wry grin and shook her head. “Actually, I think I’ve changed my mind. After meeting some of the guys at that party tonight, I’ve decided I am straight country.”

Stacey adds, flicking her brown hair. I notice she has done her makeup and hair differently. Even her clothes are a little tighter and shorter. I look at Gemma, seeing her in a dress showing off her long legs. I’m stunned I have only ever seen her in trousers. Then there is Megan, who is dressed up more than normal. “What’s going on? Why are all of you dressed up?” I ask as I see a faint blush coat their cheeks.