Harry Styles Necklace Paper Airplane Novels & Stories

It was nice. Suddenly, I asked, “Do you still have it?” Liam cracked one blue eye open. “Have what?” “The necklace I gave you. The one with the paper airplane charm.” I half expected him not to even remember, but when he grinned conspiratorially and reached into his shirt, pulling out a familiar silver charm, I almost cried out with glee. “You did keep it,” I breathed, reaching out to touch the little pendant. It still looked brand new, not even a little tarnished.

I ask. "Rose called. We both have to catch a flight in two hours to L.A and I figured you have stuff to pack so I made the pancakes and packed it. These are chocolate ones and I also packed some chocolate syrup since you like it . As for the bathroom stuff, I took a shower in the guest bathroom". Harry says and I can't help but smile at how good he is .pure happiness . I nod and we leave for my place. I pack all of my essentials that I could in less time . I do keep my necklace and headband that hold most precious to me . After packing we make our way to harry's private jet . Harry told me on the way that we would be taking his private jet to avoid paparazzi. It's a wonder how your life 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

Just as he opened his mouth to protest, a blanket landed squarely on his head. "Not a sound!" Cynthia winced at the ache in her waist as she opened the door. There stood Harley, barefoot, squatting on the floor, carefully folding a paper airplane out of a hundred-dollar bill. "Why aren't you wearing shoes?" She scooped him up, brushing the dust from his tiny feet. "Look, Mommy!" Harley beamed, holding up a red plane. "It's flying money!" Cynthia rubbed her temples as she surveyed the room littered with money-made airplanes. Last night with Lucien had clearly gotten out of hand.

The paper plane zoomed in the air and landed next to Hana. "Shhhh…" The girl bent to pick up the plane and glanced at Suho's direction, making him pull Naeun and dock for cover. She stood next to the moving van, her eyes swiftly roving around the neighborhood, wondering where the plane came from. With no clue insight, she placed the aircraft in the box she was holding. Her long-padded jacket sliding on her shoulders, her long black hair all a mess. Struggling to keep her balance, she blew the fringe of hair on her face making Suho snort a bit loud.

He gasped as he walked besides me, and gave me something in a red long small box. "What's this?" I asked looking at the pink ribbon wrapped around the box. "Open it up. I bought that one abroad." He chuckled as I opened the box and saw what's inside. It's a necklace with an airplane pendant on it. Travelling is one of my dreams soon. And I want to travel to a different country with him after I graduate from college.

She never noticed how much she has lost herself. Harry was looking as usual a hulk. Handsome hulk wrapped in a designer suit. His cuffs had his company's logo K written stylishly. Then Rose realized the dress and his suit was designed and made by kale textiles. He stood in front of her before turning her around. Her back again got attached to his back as he forced her to look at the mirror. She got startled when he wrapped a beautiful white pearl pendant around her neck. There was another small pendant dangling around her neck which didn't fail to curious Harry. She always wear that pendant and he had no idea why?

“But I thought we’re not doing any, like usual.” “Well,” Aiden said. “This time it’s special.” He handed the boy the little wrapped box. Aiden noticed Haru’s hands were trembling when he accepted the box, which pleased him. “I…I thought I wasn’t getting anything from you,” Haru said. “Why would I not give anything to my cute Haru when it’s Christmas?” Aiden said, chuckling. “Open it.” Haru did, though he had trouble with it since his hands were shaking that badly. In the end, Aiden helped him, and when Haru opened the little box, it was to reveal a silver necklace with a dragon pendant.

Meanwhile, Greg and Helena found a quiet table in the corner. Greg offered her a mocktail. “To us.” Helena raised her glass. “To love after war.” He smiled. “And battles worth fighting for.” They clinked glasses. Then Greg pulled something from his pocket — a tiny silver keychain shaped like a plane with a red ribbon tied around it. “For your bag,” he said, “so you remember that no matter where I fly, my heart’s always with you.” Helena blinked rapidly. “Why are you trying to make me cry at a party?”