Harry Styles Japanese Novels & Stories

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

Instead, she brought out even more magazines and showed Tynan a whole variety that he could choose from, meeting Laura's requirements. "Some of the minimalist styles include this popular Japanese host cut. It's something like an asian mullet so if you're looking for something that you can grow out longer than it is now, you could consider it. Your hair also has a great volume so I assume taming it would be difficult. I highly recommend layers on the inside if you want a neat fringe to cover the outside." Laura studied the pictures and listed the pros and cons of each hairstyle. Tynan didn't know what he wanted by the end of the discussion and told Laura to pick something she thought would su

Jiang Ning looked at the hairpin in his hand and frowned before asking “ why didn’t you let your stylist do it for you? I don’t know how to tie it up” she wasn’t lying though she had an obsessive-compulsive disorder, she was no good with doing hairstyles. But looking at Si Ye Han‘s fluttering hair, her OCD couldn’t help but be triggered she so wanted to neatly tuck it in. Only if she knew how to! “ the stylist is a woman,” said Si Ye Han casually like it explained his weird behaviour.

I always wore a tie on my wrist so I used it to style up my hair in a low pony tail. I took two more puffs before I tossed the cigarette on the floor besides my leg and stomped on it. I watched as the little flames scattered before i turned to face Harry. His face was flustered from the cold. He must have a very sensitive skin. His blonde hair was brushed back and his black eyes bigger than ever. He wore a white T-shirt and fancy green knicker. His eyebrows were thick and he had long lashes with a well defined body that showed under his shirt. One could consider him as attractive

We stopped at a channel long enough to hear a name that stopped me in my tracks. Harry Joseman. My neck nearly snapped as I turned to look at the TV. Oasis TV was airing, the same news company we had met at Harry’s company the other day. Sure enough, Harry was on the screen, in an impeccably ironed navy green suit — a colour I had told him suited him best. His voice filtered from the TV, painfully familiar. “…because signing a deal with Harper is really one of my biggest wins. Myself and my team worked super hard on it, especially my girlfriend, Cassandra Indigo.”

I stayed up until one in the morning, reading more and more since I've already dug up some dirt about him. Benedict Edward Rose Styles. Twenty-five years old. Fuckingly wealthy. He got a headline the day when the world found out he was the first born of Harry Styles from a one night stand. Mr. Harry Styles used to belong to an insanely famous boyband years ago called One Direction, later he turned to be a ridiculously filthy rich businessman. His mother, Miranda Rose Styles, at first kept him in secret for seven years from Harry and the entire world since she wasn't ready to tell everyone about him. Mrs. Styles was also married to her ex-husband Louis Tomlinson which was Harry Styles' best f

“Harry.” “Tell me that you’re glad to see me,” Harry’s appearance was, as always, dramatically beautiful. Tall, lean, broad shouldered, and dressed with an effortless elegance that Meguitte could never reproduce, their hair was a waist length, silky straight dyed golden curtain. From behind she might have mistaken Harry for Talen, though Talen had not worn his hair that length since his time in Alden whilst he had been grieving Gera, and Talen tended more to denim and flannelette than designer wear.

Ensuring that Akiko was home and safe eased his mind a bit. *** “I thought you gave me her home address,” Kenji said to Ryu as their car stopped in front of a café in the Harajuku area. It was one of the busiest spots in Tokyo. People dressed in a variety of unique costumes wandered around them. For Kenji, who favored a classic and calm style, simply visiting Harajuku was an excruciating experience. The clashing colors exhausted his eyes within minutes. “She'll kill me if I ever give you her home address. She’d never give it to you either,” Ryu opened the car door and got out first.

He asks. “Yes, I want Japanese tonight.” I reply BRADY’S POINT OF VIEW I go to the Japanese restaurant to pick up our order. I've been standing in the pickup line for about five minutes. When someone puts their hand around my upper arm and speaks my name. Shit. It’s Kayla. She’s dressed in a short red two-piece dress. The top is almost all lace, and her boobs are about to pop out. This is not going to be good. Steph is going to lose her shit.

“Just us.” Breakfast waited in the same serene dining room as before. Low table, floor cushions, the gentle clink of porcelain against lacquer. Sakura wore pale lavender today, her hair pinned with a single jade comb shaped like a crane. Haruto sat at the head in quiet charcoal, already reviewing something on a slim tablet while sipping matcha. Dante,black cashmere sweater, dark jeans, sleeves pushed to his elbows, settled beside me, one hand resting casually on my thigh beneath the table the moment we knelt.