Harry Styles Girlfriends Novels & Stories

He said with his eyes lighting up like a fucking Christmas tree. Harry is really into this girl, Ellie’s best friend. “And when I’m there I might ask Eli….I mean Arabella some questions concerning the two of you.” He smirked when I glared at him. “Don’t you dare do that Harry?” “Oh, I definitely will. See you some other time boss, I have a girlfriend to woo.” He was out of the office before I could tell him where to find his ‘girlfriend’. I didn’t bother calling him back because I knew he would figure it out himself, since he’s very interested in this girl I’m sure he must have gotten some secret guards following her around or so.

I inquired because how did she know? “It’s all over social media; now everyone is wondering who exactly you are dating, Liam Styles or Jay Kings,” she explained, and I smacked my lips; it was that kid. “What does Liam have to say about it?” she added, and my brows furrowed; I heard her clearly but couldn’t understand her question. What does he have to say? “His girlfriend just had her first meal of the day with another man who kept smiling at her; does he really have nothing to say about it?”

For seven years, I had been changing myself for him, only for everything to end up being my fault. Not long after, Harry updated his social media with a photo of himself and Emily. In the picture, they were embracing and kissing, looking like a loving couple married for seven years. Honestly, I found it somewhat amusing when I saw that post. Harry sent me warm, caring messages in the morning, but he was out with his beloved first love in the evening. He wanted to be a gentle, devoted husband while still being attached to his charming and beautiful first love. Catering to the emotional needs of two women in one day must be quite exhausting.

That’s when she stepped into the light. Her dress flashed in the light with every step. With perfect movement you’d swear she’d practiced this moment a hundred times as she catwalked into view. Then I caught her face. Tamara Stirling. Honestly, I thought I was seeing things. People started whispering. “The Stirlings?” “She’s the fiancée?” “When did that happen?” Harry slipped his arm around her waist, pulling her close. “Meet my beautiful fiancée,” he announced, getting the most of the moment and savouring it.

However, the studio was already closed. Harry stood in front of the door and called a number. "Come down and open the door." After that, he hung up the phone with a frown. After the door opened, a beautiful and slender woman stood before him. "It's so late …" Before she could finish her words, Harry pulled her into the studio. Harry kicked the door closed. "Shouldn't you give me an explanation for the tocolytic?" Harry gritted his teeth as he questioned her. The woman before him was Evelyn Yule, his long-term girlfriend.

one reporter asked. "Yes." "Is it serious?" "Very." "Are you planning to get married?" "That's none of your business." The next day, the headline read: "HOCKEY STAR COLE ASHFORD PLANNING TO MARRY MYSTERY BOYFRIEND." Jay laughed when he saw it. "Mystery boyfriend? I'm not a mystery. I'm just a barista." "You're not just a barista. You're an artist." "An artist who works at a coffee shop."

Now her arms were hiding her face. " F**k!" I banged my hand on the steering wheel in frustration. It didn't mean I was a bad boy or any philanderer who spent every night with a different girl. It was Harry, who spent every day with different girls. His phone didn't rest for a second. Some were not bothered he's mafia. They just want money, the expensive gifts he gave to them. Girls wanted to be with me. Genuinely, I wanted someone unique and special like the rarest diamond, who would belong only to me.

I spoke out. Harry laughed in disbelief. "As far as I know, Khloe doesn't commit. But hey, you guys are only dating or I mean, both of you are really in a relationship? Like— Like exclusively committed to each other?" "We're— Geez, Harry, Hilary is my girlfriend, alright! Why is it so hard to believe?!" Harry gasped, dropping his jaw as he stared at me. "How did you do it?!" "Stop your bullsh!t, Har," Jane exclaimed, throwing a sponge on his face. "She's Khloe's girlfriend, that's it!"

, Harry said before he started his story. " My grandmother, Paris and Matthew's grandmother were best of friends. It's as though they were joined at the hip. So it came as a shock to Megan when Paris told her that she now had a boyfriend", Harry said. Anastasia listened intently as Harry kept narrating his family history, Anastasia was drawn into as she imagined everything Matthew said. ****** "I now have a boyfriend ", Paris had said to her friend with a dreamy look in her eyes. "You're kidding right?", Megan asked and Paris shook her head, "It's Stephen Smith", Paris said.

I asked, turning to him. "Oh, you know, the usual," Harry replied with a shrug. "Just trying to keep busy with work and all that." "You never told us about your new girlfriend," I teased, nudging him playfully. Harry's face turned red. "Uh, yeah, we've been seeing each other for a few months now," he admitted. "Well, you'll have to bring her around so we can meet her," Keith said with a grin. "Yeah, I think you'll like her," Harry replied, looking relieved.