Harry Styles Girlfriends Novels & Stories

A blonde female with branded clothes and a haughty look walked up to their table and glared at Tessa. “Who are you and what are you doing with my fiancé?” Tessa was stumped. She looked at Harry whose face had darkened and raised an eyebrow. “Fiancé?” Harry was about to respond but the lady beat him to it. “Yes! Bitch! I’m his fiancée. How dare you seduce him?” She then picked up Harry's cup and splashed the coffee on Tessa’s face. "Scram!" Delilah Kingston was the Winston's family friend and there was a marriage promise between their families. Harry didn't expect to run into her that day.

"Don't worry. I already have a girl." Khloe rolled her eyes and then she turned to me. "Oh, this is Arisa." Harry finally regarded me, glancing at me. His eyes went wide in surprise while he took me in. "Arisa? You mean... Wow!" My eyes twitched in annoyance. "Excuse me? What the hell did you say?" "Oh no! No!" he frantically muttered, raising his hands defensively. "I mean 'Wow'. Quinn has a hot girlfriend. Not to mention, a feisty sexy one."

I messaged it to know who the hell she was. “Yeah! I’m so handsome in that. As always.” He sent it with a wink emoji. I rolled my eyes looking at his reply. I texted “The girl beside you is dominating you. You wouldn’t even get noticed beside her.” “What? You must be kidding.” – Harry. “No. I’m not. Who is she? Your girlfriend?” I texted. “Oh Stella! I have a princess as my girlfriend. Why would I go for other girls?” – Harry.

she said casually, tilting her head up at me with that familiar mischievous look, “I came to tell you something,” I raised a brow, wiping my hands on a small towel as I turned toward her “Go on,” I said gently, my voice soft but curious. She grinned, clearly enjoying the suspense. “Harry now has a girlfriend,” she announced, dragging out the words like it was the biggest news of the year. For a second I just stared at her Then I blinked. “…Really?” I asked slowly, my voice lifting in disbelief. Harriet nodded quickly, stepping closer now as if she didn’t want to miss my reaction.

“Last I heard, she was somewhere in the south of France. She sent me a postcard, plus some bottles of wine and a wheel of cheese.” “I’m glad things are working out between you two,” Jazz says softly. “Me too,” I reply warmly. “She opened a clothing line for kids after Brandon was born. She regularly sends clothes for both him and Angie. I think she likes the idea of being an aunt. I’m anticipating a visit soon.” The music begins, and we stop talking. Maria, Harry’s long-time girlfriend, walks down the aisle with Morris. I see Robert beaming at Harry, and my lips curve into a smile.

But then her face looked more expressive than it is now. "Why? Where are you looking?" Alfred asked to see Harry daydreaming, even though he was wrong. "she..." Harry did not know the name of the girl who was in the spotlight. Alfred looked into Harry's eyes staring far away. “Sarah's friend from the next class, 10-5. Why do you know her?" "Oh no. I just see her often recently." Sometimes Harry is really weird, Alfred thinks, they all are in the same school and one extracurricular, of course they will see each other often, right?

She said teasingly, "Do you think that your future girlfriend will want you to be so clingy?" Harry was unconcerned. "Why do I have to think so far ahead? I haven't met anyone who's caught my eye yet! Besides, you're like my sister. That's totally different from a girlfriend. You can't mix the two." They were completely separate things. That said, Harry was such a laidback person that he did not really suit women who were younger than him. If they got into a conflict, they would be sure to get into a heated argument. If his partner happened to be fussy, it would be even more dramatic.

A decent girlfriend? "HARRY! What are you doing? Really? In front of my new coat? You went straight to that bitch and didn't even think about waving at me? Dude!" Yul said. Oh, so he's Harry. His name suits his physical features; he's hairy. Maybe if we get closer, I'll call him Hairy instead of Harry. "Hahaha! Why so jealous, bro? I just want to congratulate your wife! She's beautiful and no one is approaching her. Your guests are too shy to make a conversation with her thinking she's like a gold 'cause of her looks," Harry said.

" The lady nagged, mockery in her voice. Mere looking at her, Bethel recognized the lady to be the rumoured "Stephanie Smith" a very popular model. Wait, she's Harry's ex wife. Oh God, Angel's mother. "You're a dead man!!" Steph pressed further. "You made sure of that" Harry's hoarse voice came up. Bethel sensed pain in his voice. "Steph leave my house!" He added. "Until I get my daughter out of here and is that your hired sex slave!! I see" Steph clapped her hands in rhythms. But deep down, jealousy burned her throat.

Everyone at the table was an old friend I'd known for years—except for one unfamiliar face, a young woman in her early 20s. My friend, Kelvin Walker, smiled as he introduced her to me. "This is Bianca Cooper, my junior at work. She's also heading back to Jeston soon. You're both from the same hometown, so I thought you two should meet." Everyone egged me on to get her contact information. I smiled and took the initiative, asking for her number. Right after I did that, Joyce's furious voice rang out behind me. "Harry!" I turned, stunned. Joyce entered the room with Finley in tow. She marched straight over to me, glaring fiercely, then spun toward Bianca as if to stake her claim. "Sorry, but H