Harry Styles Icarly Novels & Stories

I stopped right in my tracks when I found two guys talking but as soon as they noticed me, they stopped talking. "Hey," One of them spoke, "Im Zayn." He smiled and walked towards me. He had brown messy hair, lots of tattoos and piercings. He was indeed hot. "Alexia." I returned the smile. "Ohhhhh," The other guy spoke, "The assassin." He had brown hairs, lots of tattoos but no piercing. "Yeah," I replied, "The assassin." "Im Harry." He winked at me as i looked at him in a disgusted face.

"If you want to sleep without learning frills, you can use my room Kirey, you fall asleep with saliva already flooding the paper. Uh-huh, how disgusting you are right now!" Harry is Kirey's cousin, a final-year girl currently going through her tough times. Kirey looked at the completely wet paper in front of her, she wanted to scream and curse at Harry who was in front of her. But seeing some sharp and intimidating gazes around her, Kirey gave up her intention. She immediately grabbed a tissue and took out her cell phone. And sure enough, her face was even flooded with the slimy water with that unpleasant smell by now. Kirey even almost threw up when she smelled the smell from his hand which

Uncle said to Harry. "Sure dad. I'll take care of her. Tomorrow morning I'll tour her around the house." Harry said happily. I kept smiling. Waaaah it looks like I'm going to have an Oppa stepbrother! I picked up my bag on the sofa when suddenly another handsome man appeared. His straight hair is maroon brown, his long and beautiful eyelashes collide with his bangs, his twinkling eyes, his pointed nose, and his bloody lips looking so perfect! He was wearing a black uniform with the crown brand and initials C.U. .... Crown University.

Harry turns to whisper in my ear, but the kind of whisper children do that isn’t actually any quieter than talking, just breathier. “I told you he likes me. I bet he wants to be friends.” He says, still holding me in place. “Sure Harry, he wants to be friends with you. What are you doing in here?” I ask. “Watching cartoons!” He announces gleefully. True to his word, the TV is turned to a kids channel and some show about imaginary friends is playing. Huh, that’s actually fairly harmless. Drunk Harry isn’t as bad as I thought. Honestly, he’s really not all that different to usual. I suppose reduced inhibitions don't make a lot of difference for someone who isn’t all that inhibited usually. Cam

Harry suddenly leaned in closer and stage-whispered to Sean, “You know… I’m starting to think the poor idiot’s just been rejected!” “WHAT?!” Alastor's eyebrow twitched in annoyance causing Harry to let out a theatrical gasp at that, “Sweet Artemis–so I WAS RIGHT! Dude, you wanna go get some break up ice cream? Don’t worry, it’s on Sean.” “Why me,” Sean grumbled, pushing Harry away from him, “And what do you even need a break up ice cream for? They weren't even in a relationship.” Harry shrugged, “Fair enough,” “...Fuck you, guys,”

my mother says without looking at me before opening the door for me. I swallow my fear down and walk inside, repeating her words: you can do it, you can do it. Damon and Aiden are seated at the table and I can feel their eyes on me as soon as I enter, but I don’t pay attention to them yet. My eyes land on the man who stands up with a smile to greet me. Harry. Forty-five years old. A tall and athletic body, warm amber eyes, neatly styled light hair and a face that belongs in an action or superhero movie. Harry is still as handsome as the last time I saw him, but that’s no surprise.

she paused when she finally got the hint. Her eyes widened and she hurriedly dropped the mug on the table, ”Are you telling me right now that Henry is alive?” she got up slowly “Yes, and I know where to find him” ********************** Harley was out of the house, she was taking a quick run with her headphones plugged in. If the supernatural aspect of her life was removed then she would be this normal teenager who has a high IQ, has good grades, hopes to get into a good college and enjoys music pretty much that anyone out there.

Then back at her. Absolutely not. Harry was my younger cousin. Twenty-three. Rich, reckless, and had the attention span of a goldfish. He’d been kicked out of two colleges for fighting, and last I heard he was “investing” in crypto by day and racing motorcycles by night. He flirted with anything that breathed and left a trail of crying girls behind him. And Shula, my Shula, who blushed at the word ‘virgin’, was practically vibrating at the sound of his name.

The two of them shared each other in a manly way and Kavinsky walked in. Harry is wearing a white round-neck top and black pants, he held a cup of coffee in his left hand. He had black straight hair which made a bang in front of his face. His face is oblong and his eyes were black too. "What of your Dad?", Kavinsky asked crashing on the brown sofa. "He is at work", Harry replied sipping the coffee he held. "Aren't you going to offer me one?", Kavinsky asked referring to the coffee "Nah, am cool", Harry replied and they both laughed

• When i get inside my house,i make an ice coffee with popcorns to watch Harry Potter. I'm basically obsessed with Harry Potter.Like first of all,how is Tom Riddle so hot? I know he's a Villain and very toxic but if he gave a chance i would take it. Anyway,I call Kayla to check if she's arrived at her house already or not. "Hey Kayla" "Hey wassup"She said with her chirpy cheery tone. "Are you alone?" "Yea why?" "I was talking to Hayden like asking him some questions and now he's mad at me...I don't even know what i did to make him so pissed at me."