Harry Styles Photoshoot Novels & Stories

Since he didn't want to embarrass her, he asked her to wait while he rushed off to shower. He changed into a proper outfit and styled his usually messy hair with gel for the first time in forever. Half an hour later, he strutted back and struck an exaggerated pose. He asked, "Giselle, how do I look?" Giselle was momentarily rendered speechless, but she managed to say, "It's not bad." Feeling satisfied, Harry sat down. Meanwhile, Giselle adjusted the camera angle for the stream. Per Harry's request, he would show his face on camera. Meanwhile, she would sit next to him to help out, correcting him if he got anything wrong.

The silence in the mansion was almost deafening, a stark contrast to the storm raging outside in the real world. I hadn’t left the house in days—not since the photos dropped. What photos you might be wondering? Photos of me and bloody Harry, sitting in a café, his hand resting lightly on mine, laughing. Candid, perfectly timed and completely misleading. Like whoever took it had been seated in the cafe, waiting patiently to strike. Who could have done this? And why did they want to ruin me so badly.

The stylist ran the curling iron through the ends of my hair, turning my usual plain straight look into soft dark waves that framed my face and fell down my back like silk. “Hmm,” Sarah hummed as she walked around my chair. “Loose beach waves.” “Well, what do you think?” I asked, feeling more excited than when the idea had been brought up. I didn't usually like people messing with my hair. “Perfect!” Sarah smiled. “I think you, Miss Taylor, are ready to be on camera, so change into this quickly and meet me in the diary room. We have quite a lot to cover.” She said, dropping a large shopping bag on the table before walking away.

- I ask him while I give a couple of steps to approach him. “Alice, I am so sorry, I don’t know…” - he starts saying, and I grab his phone from his hand, and that’s when I see a photo of Harry kissing Karen. His hand on her lower back pulling her to his body. She has both her arms wrapped around his neck. I know the photo is from today because I recognise the suit he was wearing when he left. His dark blue Armani three-piece suit with a light blue shirt and a dark blue tie. He was wearing brown shoes and a brown belt. His hair pulled back while a little bit in the front fell in front of his eyes.

Emily was moaning about a broken fingernail, Cloe complained of a headache, and Harriet was in the usual commanding tone. “So, so that things don't get too sluggish here in the first place, we're going to get you up to speed again today and tomorrow. We're going to the local zoo, there will be a photo shoot there. The styling will be very complex, so we have scheduled two days. At the same time, this shooting will be a joker. The one of you who delivers the best pictures will be guaranteed not only this week, but also next week. So make an effort, it depends a lot.”

Flashes of light burst once more in front of Harry and Sophie’s faces. They had just stepped out of an upscale restaurant after a dinner meeting with several business partners, but as usual, the paparazzi were already waiting outside. “Harry! Sophie! Is it true you’ll be announcing an international fashion collaboration next month?” “What’s your comment on the news about Emma Taylor’s disappearance?” That question stopped Harry in his tracks. The glare of the cameras reflected sharply in his eyes. Beside him, Sophie forced a polite smile, but her hand gripping Harry’s arm went rigid.

Instantly the dizziness disappeared, Harry immediately punched the driver and asked him about the photo. "Sir, I'm sorry, madam who sent the picture to me," said the driver after being beaten by Harry. "You want to slander my wife? Are you tired of living?" Harry was even more emotional hearing that. "Sir, I'm not lying, in fact I have a lot of pictures," said the driver. With trembling hands he opened his phone and showed me the photo. To be honest, he was really scared right now. Harry really couldn't believe what he was seeing, more than ten photos of Sarra were in it. When reading in skimpy clothes, when leaving the bathroom wearing a towel and then playing on the cellphone.

You said she… Megan- Nah, I just assumed and he hasn’t corrected me soo… Harry- Of course the bartender is a woman. I’m not researching creative cocktails to get attention from a man! Ryann- Alright, alright. Just checking. Is she cute? Harry- IMG.1 He sends a selfie. He’s winking at the camera and once again I’m struck with how easily he could be mistaken for an actor or something. He really is gorgeous. Dark hair, blue eyes. It occurs to me that I should really ask what he actually does for a living. I search the photo and I can see a woman in the background of the photo. It’s blurry, all I can really make out is that she has wavy blonde hair and that she seems pretty short. At least I thi

Finally, after what looks like a heated discussion, he nods. He walks over to the side of the bed as Harry scurries away. "Looks like we're going to have a closed photo shoot, and we're going to have to adjust some of the poses. If you don't mind, one of the owners has decided to call the shots, but I want to make sure you're comfortable with that first. I realize this is a bit unusual."

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