Harry Styles Photoshoot Novels & Stories

My hair was naturally curly hazelnut color, the hairstylists decided not to change anything, on the contrary, just emphasize the natural beauty of my hair marking my curls so that my hair looked spectacular. On the beach my dress to perfection took us several hours, as the photographer was Fabricio Tello a very good friend of mine, he loves to take improvised pictures, he said it was his greatest talent, therefore, each session lasted longer than planned, more hours to satisfy his photographic ego. The session was very nice Fabricio knew how to get my best pose without pressuring me, walking on the beach playing with the sand the wind played a very important role with my hair. While I was po

When West and I arrived at the photo shoot, the scene changed from fun time to the time to get in a serious mood. We walked into the photo shoot on time, and I was immediately taken to hair and makeup. My wig, glasses, and fake nose were all taken off by my stylist. My blond hair was quickly straightened and then left with a messy look. The man in charge of my outfits quickly handed me the new Perfect Shape bra by Victoria's Secret and a matching pair of panties before directing me to the changing room.

Harry had made him wear a black crop top that exposed his flat tummy and high waisted black jeans that accentuated the curve of his waist and hips. His face was bare save for the pink lip gloss and the thin eyeliner which Harry insisted will make his pretty features pop out. While he looked good, this didn't feel like him at all. The omega preferred his comfortable hoodies and sweats. Standing amidst the people in this club, he felt exposed. Harry nudged his shoulder. "You should loosen up and dance!" Simon frowned at him. "But we're here for—" "I know," Harry said, touching his shoulder. "Dance and you'll find whatever you're looking for."

They were taking countless shots as if they were going to be the face of a famous fashion industry. "Good, now make it hot." Stacy tilted her head backward, Skye leaned near, his face a few inches apart from her cleavage, as they both stared at the camera. Before the photographer could click the shoot, Bonnie walked in, her eyes glued to her phone. Skye's breath caught as he stared at her: the way she walked and sucked on her lower lips made Skye's heart skip multiple beats. Audrey rolled her eyes from where she was watching his shoot.

But for some reason, her heart boiled. Feeling restless, she closed the book and began pacing around Harry’s office. Her eyes wandered over the neatly arranged desk, the bookshelves stacked with serious papers, and a large painting on the wall. It was a cityscape—simple but lovely. Then her eyes fell on a small framed photograph on Harry’s desk. She picked it up tentatively. It was Harry’s photograph before the accident. He was standing upright with a confident smile, dressed in a well-tailored suit with a perfectly knotted tie. His eyes were sharp and ambitious.

Just like me, he hid behind sun glasses. By him, stood a beautiful young girl. She wore a tight silver dress with white closed toe heels and her hair in loose curls. Her makeup was perfectly applied, with her plumped lips and smokie eye shadow. She looked like she belonged in the cover of STYLE magazine. She was completely tranced by her conversation on the phone, making the guy seemed irritated. I didn't want to seem rude, so I hung my head and kept my nose out. Soon as my floor came, I sped walked out. I had arrived just in time to help Kelsie prep for the photoshoot before mine, like I promised.

“Harry.” “Tell me that you’re glad to see me,” Harry’s appearance was, as always, dramatically beautiful. Tall, lean, broad shouldered, and dressed with an effortless elegance that Meguitte could never reproduce, their hair was a waist length, silky straight dyed golden curtain. From behind she might have mistaken Harry for Talen, though Talen had not worn his hair that length since his time in Alden whilst he had been grieving Gera, and Talen tended more to denim and flannelette than designer wear.

"Isn't this photo a bit excessive?" "How can you let a teenager take a photo like this in a sundress!" "Oh my God! Harry also put such a photo on the Internet, which is simply inferior! "He's not really going to have any special perverts like the regular reporter says, okay......" "This kind of person should be arrested immediately!" Harry watched in shock as his Weibo was screenshotted and posted on the big screen, and after being stunned for a moment, he hurriedly defended himself: "What's wrong? This sundress is the one my daughter wears when she dances, and she wears it when she performs! And this photo is just a photo taken to celebrate my daughter's first performance on stage, so I sen

We stopped at a channel long enough to hear a name that stopped me in my tracks. Harry Joseman. My neck nearly snapped as I turned to look at the TV. Oasis TV was airing, the same news company we had met at Harry’s company the other day. Sure enough, Harry was on the screen, in an impeccably ironed navy green suit — a colour I had told him suited him best. His voice filtered from the TV, painfully familiar. “…because signing a deal with Harper is really one of my biggest wins. Myself and my team worked super hard on it, especially my girlfriend, Cassandra Indigo.”

Harry's POV: i wake up and after taking a shower , i go to starbucks for my daily dose of caffeine. i got my order punched and was waiting for it when two girls come near me with a shy smile. " hey girls, do you need anything?" i ask them "hi harry, can i get a pic with you?" "yeah sure love,come here" we click a few pictures and then girl with long hair asks sheepishly ,"can i ask u a question?"