Harry Styles Matilda Novels & Stories

Now all Matilda had to do was switch the outfits before the party tonight. ‎############# ‎ ‎ ‎

Bella gulped it and spat it out as she stared at the little girl wearing an awful oversized uniform and staring at her with her big eyes. She looked familiar, she didn't know if it was the eyes, that crooked nose, or the blond hair. It had to be that hair, for sure. "Adonis," she muttered. "I am his daughter, Ma'am. My name is Matilda." "What is that smell?" Bella asked, irritated by it, she managed to get to her feet, signaling Matilda to stay put and not assist her.

“I think you might have the wrong Katrina, and I don’t know anyone named Miles.” “Nope,” Matilda said, shaking her head. “You’re definitely the right girl; Miles’ described exactly what you and your friends were wearing. He told me to tell you that you looked good enough to eat up in that dress and that if he didn’t have club business to attend to, he would have escorted you around himself.” Matilda replied matter of factly.

"Certainly she doesn't bite, does she?" Matilda, the fat lady leaned in, lowering her voice. "It'd be better if she did." I leaned in too, eager and thirsting for more knowledge about this strange Kathryn. I knew I was supposed to go after the mystery lady but I wanted to hear what Matilda had to say first. It seemed like a very crucial part of this whole weirdness. I was half surprised to hear the fat lady's next words because I had half guessed it too. "She's possessed. The Devil lives in her, Hilda!"

''Ah, You must be Peter. Annie told me about you!!!''. Peter stood frozen in place. He did not remember telling Matilda the about Annie or even mentioning her name. The sun was setting in the far west creating an auburn glow in the sky. The shadows of the trees swayed in the wind sending shivers up his spine. ''Come in'', Matilda invited him. She was a petite old lady, in her late fifties. He wavy red hair tied back in a bandana and her long dress swept the floor. She looked like an encyclopedia of the afterworld, wise and experienced.

Yes, Harry is gay and the most nicest person she had came across. Hazel looked around and found so many have arrived. She looked for Matilda and found her nowhere. She decided to go to washroom for makeup touch ups. She was glad she wore a pretty dress today that was somewhat good for a wedding. Though it was a tight on her. She has gained quite some weight after giving birth to Xavier. Her once invisible hips have now appeared and their is quite a visible curve. Her chest has now become huge.

Seeing her try so hard to convince me made me even sadder, like she didn’t want me to know something. “I will wait for them here,” I said. Matilda thought for a second, then her eyes brightened like she had an idea. “Do you know why I have curly red hair?” I blinked. “Because… you were born with it?” She shook her head dramatically. “Nooo! It’s because when I was a little girl, a magical wind from the Scottish highlands blew through my window one night and kissed my hair. It turned it red and curly so it would always remember the magic. That’s why it bounces when I walk.”

Bent over, she clutched her knees and panted, her deep, rich red hair hanging down and obscuring her face. A fission of unease shook Andrea. Moments before, Matilda’s hair had been faded tangerine. Matilda lifted her head. Shock turned Andrea to stone. Seeming no older than Andrea and far more beautiful, Matilda’s youthful, deep blue eyes narrowed on her only grandchild.