Harry Styles Parents Novels & Stories

I said in one breath and I could feel him giving me a stink eye but I don’t care. “OMG, I can’t believe this, Harry is getting his sight back. Mom!” Veronica ran out of the room to call her mom from the shop. Veronica and their mom walked into the room few minutes later grinning from ear to ear about the news that they just heard. “Is it true Harry?” Their mum asked and he nodded before he broke the news to them by himself, that he’s not going. “Nonsense, you’re definitely going son, you need to get your sight back” As much as I trusted their mom to be a no nonsense person, she didn’t disappoint. She’s just as stubborn as Harry himself.

"I've been trying to figure out how to tell you." "Harry, what's actually going on?" He was quiet for a second. Then he let out a breath like he'd been holding it since he sat down. "Okay I have a confession to make. There's some stuff about me you don't know." "That's usually how secrets work, yeah." I smiled, rolling my eyes. "I'm serious, Arden." He almost smiled at that but it didn't stick. "My dad owns Harlow and Co." I stared at him. "Your what?"

I know something is bothering him and I wanted to know the reason. He let out a long sigh. "Sheila, I think this is the right time to tell you a truth," He said and once again I heard my heavy heartbeat. I hummed in response to let him continue further. "Sheila, my dad is a businessman and he owns multi companies in NYU. I'm from a rich family and..." "Harry, I know about that, Quinn already told and showed me photos of you and your dad's picture when you were at the charity function," I assured him.

Harry had always been a horny, feral young man, his insatiable appetite for sex never seeming to be fully satiated. At eighteen, he was a tall, athletic figure with chiseled features and piercing blue eyes that seemed to undress every woman he looked at. His parents, John and Sarah, had always been a bit concerned about his voracious sexual appetite, but they chalked it up to typical teenage hormones.

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

"Lisa you still have your life to yourself, probably you might still be chanced to go to your school instead of changing" "I don't even know the kind of family I am getting myself Inform or his name"I frown. "His name is Harry Hamptons the only son of Kind Herr Hampton"Mom replied. "What an awful name and he is a prince?"I bad mouth. "I thought you like Harry style?"Dad questioned and I frown because they actually got me in this one. Harry style is my favorite and I love his music but that doesn't mean I like everyone names Harry. "Whatever"I scoff and watch the guard take my luggage outside.

His eyes widen when his mother said that. “What?! No way.” I chuckle. “It’s true.” I said. “Oh my, you don’t remember? I can’t believe you.” His mom said that made me laugh. Harry still can’t believe that we know each other when we were still kids. Where now eating dinner but he can’t get over it. I kind of like this. His mom is comfortable to be with and his father is not home because of work but it’s okay. When we were done eating his mom gave us an album full of photo. I smile as I saw Harry’s pictures. This is when we were classmates.

I finally let go of Helaine and strolled forward. “Dad must have been a girl dad,” Harry said, leave it to him to be a source of humor at a time like this. “Are you jealous?” Helaine asked. “Nope, why would I be? We all didn’t grow up with him.” He let out. Dark humor. “Stop it, brother.” I warned him. He threw his hand up in surrender and moved towards the stairs while Helaine and I stayed downstairs. “I think our parents were really in love. There’s a photo of them everywhere.”

The next morning, Rebecca and I showed up at Harry's house with the neighborhood committee. Harry's mom, Cameron Dawson, saw me and shrieked like she had seen a ghost. "Why are you here? Didn't Harry ask Ronald and the others to film you?" Harry's father, Michael Pate, didn't cover her mouth in time. He kicked her leg hard. "You idiot. Shut up!" Rebecca pointed at the two of them. "So you did know. Figures. With parents like you, no wonder Harry turned out the way he did." The commotion we caused walking into the village was loud enough that people started gathering to watch.

Harry sighed, tense with it all. "I did study industrial design at Edinboro to work with jewelry design because I wanted to use the money my father left and that I received when I turned eighteen to start a business related to the family tradition. I really never dated or loved anyone. My father did die of cancer, and my mother had heart problems, but in a metaphorical sense, not a medical one, as I let you believe." She took his hands carefully. "I'm so sorry for lying, Harry! I swear! I'm really sorry!"