Harry Styles Mermaid Novels & Stories

*In the Present* Jason’s eyes widened in awe at the beauty who had just appeared in front of him. Her hair was slightly curled at the edge, highlighting her innocence. Large coral eyes looked at him with interest, her minimal makeup making her features even sharper. The mermaid dress she wore fit her perfectly, brushing on the floor as she walked. It was backless with silver glitters bordered around the neck. The sadistic trio had magically hid her scars with make up. Her hair softly swayed against the air while her pearly skin glowed under the light. She was not so tall, barely reaching till his shoulders but she seemed to be in her late twenties.

I said, clapping my hands together, anxious to see what we could put together with no time to spare. “I was informed you preferred a mermaid style,” the saleswoman, who identified herself as Donna, announced. I wrinkled my nose. “My fiancé likes the mermaid style. I’m thinking more Pippa Middleton style.” Cynthia was nodding. “That would be perfect on you.” Donna seemed irritated. “I guess we’ll need to pull some new dresses.” “Please,” I replied, not willing to give in to pressure. “Mermaid?” Cynthia repeated.

I Flying over the roof, I land on the roof near her window. The sheer curtains are open, and a light shines brightly through, which makes it easy for me to see through her window. As carefully as I can, I move closer and look inside. It takes me a moment to spot Amara. She’s strolling around the room in a really hot dress. The dress is what Nevaeh calls mermaid style. Yeah, I know way too much about girl fashion, thanks to Neveah. Amara twirls around and twists from side to side. I can see bits of skin through the nearly transparent black lace dress due to the plunging neckline that shows a little too much of her chest.

Mercedes and Crystal took the day off from all their activities to enjoy the day with the rest of the other people. Crystal was offering some of her unused dresses for Mercedes to don in the evening. She had many of them because Jake was such a big spender on her. She took out a medium puff short sleeves, low plunge neck, and medium length. It was flower-patterned and a perfect fit. Her hair was in a French braid decorated with some flowers to add to the look. She put on a simple crescent moon pendant and mid-calf gladiator sandals.

I tease, and she looks at me open-mouthed, touching her face instinctively. Jo sniggers at the horrified look on Aimee’s face. “She’s joking, Aimee. Relax, girl, we’ve got you,” Jo says, reassuring her, and Aimee’s shoulders visibly relax. Aimee sighs and takes a sip of the champagne flute I hand her. “Okay, I feel a little better.” I grin and take a drink from my glass of champagne. “Your dresses look great.” She smiles, looking at our turquoise bridesmaid dresses. We chose mermaid style dresses; the top half was a beautiful lace and off the shoulder, and the skirt had a high slit at the front with a small tail at the back.

This time forever till their hair turns grey, skin wrinkles, or even become toothless, still holding each other hands. On the other end, Anika, with teary eyes, standing straight in her exquisite ice-white satin with fitted, boat-necked bodice, long sleeves embellished to the elbow with tiny buttons, and full circular skirt with demi-train wedding dress, is overwhelmed and can't wait to hold Jaz's hands. Anika's mermaid wave hair with a flower crown looked whimsical and beautifully bohemian. This demeanor is all about natural beauty. Effortless, the hairstyle showed up more of her gorgeousness.

"We need them gone." She nods in understanding. "Gails and Devon are coming with Travis and this," She pauses and flashes me a devilish smile, "is Radiance." Damn, she noticed the way I looked at her. Radiance is beautiful. Absolutely beautiful. Her hair is long and flowing; a fierce color of orange/red. Her tail matches her hair perfectly. A bright orange tail with the tips of her fins are a beautiful ruby red. She has big, round, emerald green eyes surrounded by thick eye lashes. She shyly smiles a small smile to me and then darts her eyes down. Clearly humbled to be in my presence. "Thank you for assisting us today Radiance. I apologize for it being so early in the morning." I respectfull

Nerissa sneers. “What did you do, put him under some sort of spell with that song of yours?” Courtney adds reproachfully. My lungs are stuttering and stalling, cutting off my air supply. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” “Yes you do.” Madison’s lip curls with disdain. “I thought there was something fishy about you, but I didn’t know what until Nerissa told us your little secret, Mermaid.” Blood rushes in my ears so loudly I cannot hear myself speak. “I don’t know what Nerissa told you. But I’m not a mermaid.”

“Look at you. You’re breathtaking. I can’t wait to see my son’s face when he sees you” I feel like a princess in this dress. It’s simple but elegant. The mermaid- style dress is white, which is quite ironic, of course. It’s tight fitting until mid-thigh, before flowing loosely to the floor. It has a sweetheart neckline and dips low down my back. The dress is covered in a sheer lace that extends over my breast bone and down my arms. My hair is pulled back in loose curls that are pinned into a bun at the base of my neck.

He wouldn't settle for a single romantic adventure, and with a woman like Harriet who was rational and knew how to separate heart and ambition like him, he was sure everything would turn out perfectly. *** Harriet decorated her hair with pearl beads, and then wore a bone-white dress which was the latest design from her boutique subscription that carried a classic theme from several decades ago. As Harriet let her long wavy hair unravel down her shoulders, Liam smiled with satisfaction. Last night, Liam had helped Harriet tie her hair, so today, Harriet's hair looked more bouncy and voluminous. There was nothing wrong with Overnight Styling for a masquerade party, considering that Harriet did