Harry Styles Icarly Novels & Stories

He finds Henry standing next to the entrance door, "Hey, man," "Hey," Henry gives him a nervous smile, "Out of the gym?" "Yeah. Where have you been this morning?" Henry rubs the back of his neck, "The airport," "The airport?" Eden lifts a brow, "I thought the chairman wasn't coming back until next month—" he stops talking when he hears a familiar voice. Katherine's loud laughter sounds from the main hall. Eden looks at Henry with wide eyes before he walks to the room. He finds the bodyguards and the maids gathering, surrounding the Young Mistress. Eden walks to the crowd, and his heart threatens to explode inside his ribcage when he spots Harvey standing next to his sister. It's incredible h

Liam feels weird. Harry is four years old this year, when he took Harry to the school to apply for admission, he had seen it written on his birth certificate, couldn't be wrong. But if he is not the son of an ex-boyfriend named Duong Yufei, whose son is he? Could it be that after Grainne broke up with Hank, there was another love?

I read some Thiera Luna works in Good Novel and when sleep kick in I put my phone in the side and fall asleep. I woke up and goes downstairs. I saw Hilary's parents getting ready. Hilary's dad is wearing a white polo and now he is putting a black coat above it. While Hilary's mom is wearing a long dress semi-formal style. It is a dime green with five buttons in the breast and off-shoulder type. "Why you sure still not ready?" Hilary's mom asked. "Go to the shower room and take a bath," she said, handle me the robe. I then take s shower.

"Where did you get that Cinderella hairstyle? She excited asked me, lightly touching my blonde hair " My hairstylist got me covered "giving back the vibing energy she had with her, a tall young man stood beside her which she introduced to me as her cousin, Harry McCain, dressed in a black tuxedo, he smiled at me, stretching his hand for a handshake, I took him in mine, his hand seems cold and hard as his blue eyes, his eyes say something his looked doesn't say, it so unexplainable.

She said she definitely took it at the party, but had no intention to ever post it. But if she didn't post it, then who did? ********************************************************** Harry is all smiles when he gets in the car the next morning. I didn't wait until Ianthe woke up to go for a run this morning, I was too on edge so I went for a run early to help calm down my mind. "Have you been castrated yet?" I ask. "Not in this lifetime." He chuckles. I watch him lean back in the passenger seat with a smug smile on his face.

He wished he could reconcile with her before his dad passed away, and make him proud of him again. “Miss Williams” Harry's voice boomed on the speaker of the phone. It was a beautiful sunny Saturday afternoon. Less than an hour after noon. He was seated, relaxed, on the balcony of his hotel room. His laptop was opened on a small table by his side. He had been working on some files for the project with the PR company. “Good afternoon Mr. Styles.” Ciara replied lightly and he raised his eyebrow curiously. Styles wasn't his surname, wasn't part of his name.

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?"

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

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.

I asked. " You mean, why AM I stopping here ,right?Wait for me..i'll be back! " He walked away. What was him planning now?! Huh! He said we were going home! I was scrolling though my phone. Today's updates.. "So Harry Carson kissed a blond girl at a party ? Huh ,that's gross! He was supposed to be married with three kids and yet..aaaaaah! " Someone was tapping on the car's window, which was on my side.