Harry Styles Meme Novels & Stories

With my fists wrapped in tape wraps, I went to work on the punching bag, hitting and grunting, hoping that I could work out all my frustration and the calories before Dad returned. ** I turned my headset on and scrolled through my phone for the perfect playlist. Contrary to everything that happened in school earlier, my disappointment with Theo, Kendall’s threat and Leo and Lea’s … well, those two are just plain weird, I wasn’t in the mood to listen to something dark, so I pulled up my Harry Styles playlist and tapped play. Look, don’t call me cheesy. I love Harry Styles, and if you find that weird, then so be it.

he opens the door for me. "Thankyou, but you didn't need to do that ,i could have done it myself" i say " well, chivalry isn't quite dead yet" he replies with a smirk "Oh really! Mr. harry styles" i say with a smirk "yes m'lady , besides my mama taught me quite the manners" "good for you mr. styles " i say in a crappy british accent which makes him laugh "what?" i ask. " You are clearly not british so where were you born?" he says with an amusing smile

I blush. “Oooooooooh.” Harry says in his most childish teasing tone. “Did something HAPPEN?” He looks pointedly between Bellamy and I. Bellamy smirks and I roll my eyes. “Fine. Yes. But I’m only going to say this once, then you need to leave and I don’t want to hear a single word from you. Harass me in the group chat later or something okay?” I stare him down. Harry mimes zipping and locking his lips then throwing away the key. I take a deep breath.

I felt even more like a potato in front of her. The man next to him was no stranger to me. He was none other than Harry Styles, an actor and celebrity known for lawsuits. He had become famous after a scandal involving his girlfriend, and I remember that this had been a time when he avoided following the lives of the famous, so I didn't know the reasons for so many controversies.

“One Direction.” Niamh sat down next to me with a plate of pastries. She definitely had a sweet tooth, and I had to admit I found it rather charming. “One Direction? They broke up forever ago,” she said. “I meant Gary Styles. The one with the hair.” She bit her lip. “You mean Harry Styles?” Was that his name? Christ, I was bungling this badly. “Yes, of course. Harry. How could I forget?” “I distinctly remember you not knowing anything about One Direction a few months ago.”

I offered them both a smile and waved as they walked away to the parking lot where Colton had parked his car. I fished my phone out and opened Instagram. Since I'd be waiting for my brother to pick me up, might as well do my daily stalking on Luke Hemmings, Shawn Mendes, and Harry Styles. Although, maybe not for Shawn today, I've heard he was dating Hayley Baldwin and that kinda ruined my mood this morning when Jess told me. Of course, I was happy he found someone, but still, my heart broke a little. I let out a deep sigh and went to Harry's page instead. "Aww, he was in Tokyo! The Japanese are so lucky!" I muttered to myself.

Gossip and spectacle—both were instinctive human pleasures. Within hours, Harry's barking had gone viral, not just dominating domestic trending lists but spreading abroad as well. Violinists who had once quit the stage after suffering Harry's insults now felt vindicated, their long-suppressed anger released at last. In just a few hours, Harry's photos and videos had been mercilessly parodied. Some particularly creative netizens Photoshopped his face onto a dog's body and set it to ridiculous background music, leaving people laughing until their sides hurt.

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

What the fuck happened to that? “B-but –!” he spluttered, “We match!” “No, you don't. You two looked like you're going to a fucking funeral with all that black like it was some inside joke and it's not even funny!” Harry complained, tossing a dark blue hoodie his way, “Wear this instead and look like Jack Frost!” He grunted, “Why do I have to look like Jack Frost?” “Well, duh!” Harry stuck his tongue out, “Because he’s hot!”

Harry looked like he was about to enter the ground as he picked and I looked at him apologetic knowing it was his mom yet again. "Hi Mom." A woman's voice came through the phone loud enough for the entire table. "Have you eaten? Are you eating properly? You know your stomach acts up when you skip meals—" "Mom I am literally eating right now!" "What are you eating? Is it healthy? You know what, send me a photo." "I'm not going to—" "Harrison!" Harry picked up his burger with a completely dead expression and took a selfie with it and sent it. The whole table watched him do it in real time.