Harry Styles Matilda Novels & Stories

I let it ring, ignoring it. A few moments later, a message popped up on the screen. 'Liam, we need to talk. You can’t keep avoiding this. We need to make an official announcement soon.' I clenched my jaw and set the phone down. The hell we did. But I knew she wouldn’t let it go. Matilda never let things go. A knock sounded at the door. “Liam?” I sighed, already knowing who it was. “Come in.” Matilda stepped inside, dressed to perfection as always. Her long blonde hair fell in perfect waves, her makeup flawless. She was exactly what a Luna was supposed to look like.

Horses and cows were grazing the fields on either side of us as we drove down the drive. Matilda walked outside, while wiping her hands on her sunflower apron. She had aged very little since the last time I saw her. I could tell when I walked up to her that her hair had more silver strands in it. She was a short woman with busty curves. Matilda had always been a safe haven for E and I growing up. When we wanted to escape responsibility and paternal expectations.

She asked but her eyes were rather staring in awe at Matilda's outfit and even when she looked at her she had not recognized her although she seemed familiar beneath her sunglass and her long raven hair that slightly covered her face. " My favourite." She simply said. Kim was about turning when her words registered in her head at the same time her voice. She turned abruptly leaning sharply to examine Matilda's face. Her mouth stood wide open in awe like she was taken out of this world. "Matilda?" She asked still in shock. Her words hung in her mouth as she couldn't bring herself to say anything. Matilda took off her glasses, flipping her hair to the back and a cute smile plastered over her f

“Tilly?” Mathilda stayed still. “Hmm?” She asked Abigail was shy first, but she needed an answer. And being Abigail was an honest person, she thought that she would give her the most precise answer. “Do you think I am pretty?” The question stunned Mathilda at first. Abigail never asked her for opinions for it was Hana’s job. But she knew what to perfectly say. “Yes. You are.” Mathilda continued, “Your eyes are rare for it changes with the light, your skin was the perfect white, and your hair is golden… I will be glad if I had that hair. But you know what makes you really beautiful?”

“After all, today is important for our family. We must look harmonious.” She left the kitchen and walked toward the living room, her posture graceful, her expression serene. “Arrange the flowers properly,” she told another maid, lightly touching the bouquet to tilt it at a better angle. “Yes… like that. Perfect.” Upstairs, Matilda descended the staircase, wearing a soft cotton short gown that hugged her figure. Her hair fell loosely over her shoulders, and her youthful face carried a careless, almost bored expression. Despite her casual outfit, she looked like an innocent princess.

Well, I look the opposite. I always wonder how we even click together as friends because I didn’t even look anything closer to her. Matilda is 6’8 while I am struggling between 5’2 or should I say 5’4. Her deep chocolate-brown hair cascaded down her back, stopping right at her waistline. Believe me when I say that Matilda has the best body ever. Everything about her screams perfection. “Welcome, you seem tired,” those sweet warm voices that I had missed so much snapped me back to the present and I almost teared up again. "Let's go home,”

Jaden got up and walked towards the rail of clothes and was going through them one by one. Matilda scoffed and ran her hand through her hair. One minute she thinks her boss is sweet, the next, he acts like an arrogant conglomerate son. “Here” Jaden picked up a purple floral dress and handed it over to Matilda. She could tell the dress was a body con dress and Matilda doesn't like tight dresses. She took it from him and held the dress, the two women arranged the rest of the dresses on the rail. “What are you standing there for? Go try it on”

The material is so smooth and light on my skin, I almost don't feel the texture on my skin and I step out of the dressing room with my towel still wrapped around me. As Luca said, Matilda’s present and she's standing beside a rack of dresses that look too classy to be on my body but I'm impressed by the sight. Matilda greets me, then a second voice that I don't recognize. My brows furrow and then I notice a second person standing beside her. She's apparently the same height as Matilda but a little slender and tanner. Her deep brown hair falls short a little past her jaw and her deep blue eyes regard me. She's dressed rather casually for a staff in Luca’s mansion “This is Anna. She's a hair s

Selene and Naya turned to where the voice came from and saw Matilda. “I think you have your eyes on Dominic,” Matilda said, looking at Selene from head to toe. “You don't even look like a princess and you have the guts to look at my man.” She barked. “I don't see your name written on his forehead.” Selene rolled her eyes. Naya tugged at Selene's dress, urging her to be careful, but Selene wasn't scared of the lady standing before her.

But it's not like I care. I opened the door and to my surprise Matilda was standing there. She was wearing a black skirt and a patterned low-cut top that showed the inside curves of her breasts. A pair of strappy sandals with heels and mesh stockings completed the ensemble. A golden chain with some sort of amulet hung down, resting in her cleavage. It didn't look as if she was wearing a bra as I could see her nipples through the blouse. "Matilda...this is a nice surprise," I said as I found myself wondering what she was doing in my house, all alone. The Matilda I know will never want to have anything to do with me, let alone standing at my door at such a time.