Harry Styles Mirror Picture Novels & Stories

After taking a few steadying breaths and making a weak attempt to smooth my platinum blonde hair, I knock timidly. The moment the door opens, my body tenses. Mr. Harry. I quickly avert my gaze, my eyes dropping to his light blue dress shirt. It’s paired with black slacks that highlight his strong legs. Honestly, if he weren’t a lecturer, he could easily be on the cover of magazines. There’s also that watch on his wrist. Clearly vintage and expensive, though I can’t make out the brand. I lift my eyes back to his face. Up close, I notice a faint brown ring around his irises, making his gaze even more hypnotizing.

Hans, wanting to ensure he received his share of the credit, stepped forward and said, "I have a treasure that can record images of this place as evidence." "Thank you so much, Hans," several immortals responded. Hans fished out a mirror and began recording the surroundings. However, what everyone saw left them stunned. The images captured by the mirror were completely different from what everyone else saw. In fact, they were two entirely different scenes. If an outsider viewed them, they would likely believe they were pictures of two completely different locations.

I couldn’t find myself in the mirror but another person staring right at me. The person in the mirror was GORGEOUS. They did my wavy hazelnut hair up into very nice curls and left a few to fall round my face. The slight eye-shadow added to my face accentuated the light brown of my eyes, making them glow a little brighter. Even my lips looked fuller and plush. Aliya was good but these guys were magicians.

I asked eagerly. They smiled. "You're a very gifted woman madame. You have beauty, great body shape, poise, perfect complexion and lips. No man wouldn't look at you twice madame." I feel so flattered by their words. Could it be that I'm really that pretty and they can't take their eyes off me? They opened the big mirror and I looked at myself. My goodness I look so different. Smoky eyes, red lips and everything else. I saw Harry's reflection behind me and he looks so shocked. His expression is so funny that I couldn't help but laugh.

He couldn't believe this young man was uttering those words as if he'd been to a lot of crime scenes before, or he was just pretending to be confident due to his nosiness. "I told you this isn't a playground. " Hyde repeated and went towards the vanity table upon noticing something behind the mirror. With his brows crumpled in curiosity, Hyde just touched the edge of the mirror when the sticking piece of paper fell on the table. He picked it up and checked what was written on it. "Mirriam Strauss- July 24, 2019?" Hyde looked closely at the mirror and examined the golden frame of it. He stroked his hand at the side of the frame when it moved slightly, and another piece of paper fell.

ELVIS POV I stood in front of the mirror, my reflection a picture of casual elegance that didn’t quite feel like me. A navy-blue baggy cargo shirt hung loose over a crisp white T-shirt, perfectly matched with cargo pants and spotless white sneakers. My curly hair shimmered under the soft light, freshly styled and glinting from the spray I’d just applied. The diamond necklace around my neck, the glinting wristwatch, and the stud in my left ear added a touch of luxury to the look.

I stood in front of them, wiping the corner of my eye. “No.” Lilly shook her head seriously. “But we’re playing Lilly and Luna the royal princess, and we told him to join us.” “Right.” Lilly turned to him. “Right,” Harry nodded proudly, trying to keep a straight face. “Do you love it?” Luna held a small mirror in front of him with both hands. I could see Harry biting his lower lip, trying to hold his laughter the moment he saw himself in the mirror. His shoulders shook slightly. “This is beautiful.” He clapped softly for Luna and Lilly as they had just done something magical.

If this wasn’t a messed up situation I would’ve loved to wear something like this. “The boss is here”, I hear one of the guys say as he looks at his phone. I look at the girl that is now looking at the floor and the door opens exposing Harry Payne wearing a suit. He waved everyone off and he pulls me towards the big mirror in the corner of the room he positions himself behind me with his arms wrapped around my waist. “You look just like before’, he whispers and when I look at the mirror I notice I am now looking like my mum. They did an amazing job with the make up and I look more like her than I ever did.

Harry, now my personal assistant and one of my closest confidants, did his best to ease my nerves. “Don’t worry, sir,” Harry replied with his usual calm demeanor. “You’ve got this. Tonight, you’ll show everyone who you truly are.” I stood before the mirror, adjusting my perfectly tailored navy suit. The fabric draped flawlessly over my broad shoulders, the crisp white shirt providing a sharp contrast, and the silk tie adding a touch of sophistication. Running a hand through my neatly styled hair, I ensured every strand was in place. My long hair, once a hallmark of mine, was now gone, replaced by a clean, modern cut. The pocket square and elegant watch were the final touches, completing my c

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