Harry Styles Pic Novels & Stories

Just freaking great. Tattoos! He walked so slow like he was on an airport red carpet. He had this beautiful curly black hair like Harry Styles once upon a time. He held his duffel bag over his shoulder in a 'I don't care stance'. The photograph we had seen on the website certainly wasn't this. He looked more ridiculous in person, this website was a rip off to think I had already made the deposit and paid for his fucking plane ticket. He ran a hand through his hair as he approached us. He was so skinny and tall.. I thought to myself. He had a nice strong built, if I may say so myself.

"Where did you get that Cinderella hairstyle? She excited asked me, lightly touching my blonde hair " My hairstylist got me covered "giving back the vibing energy she had with her, a tall young man stood beside her which she introduced to me as her cousin, Harry McCain, dressed in a black tuxedo, he smiled at me, stretching his hand for a handshake, I took him in mine, his hand seems cold and hard as his blue eyes, his eyes say something his looked doesn't say, it so unexplainable.

chapter 33 defiling his orders A knock came breaking Adia out of her reverie as she walked to the door, "Hey" she greeted as she saw a feminine man at the door with a full makeup on his face. "Good day ma'am" he greeted enthusiastically " Good day" Adia responded, her eyes working as she had never seen this strange face before. "Am harry, your stylist" he introduced himself seeing Adia was feeling uncomfortable. "Okay.." Adia stressed looking for a more valid explanation.

“Come in, son.” Enter Harry, not the Duke of Sussex, but a prince in his own right. He was my age. Tall and fit, almond eyes, with an Arab touch that seemed to wrap him in an aura of mystery. My wild imagination had no trouble picturing him like a Persian prince of old, riding his magnificent white steed across the dunes, a regal long cloak rippling behind him. Only he wore casual street pants and a white shirt. He walked across the living area with such a poised gait, he seemed a top model owning the most exclusive catwalk in the world, and flashed a calm, confident smile at us, his bright dark eyes on me.

He wore a red and white checkered shirt, as did all his pack members, and he never bothered to shave and tied his light brown hair up in a low man bun. "What?" asked Wayne curiously, seeing Harry's eyes sparkle as he looked at him. "I always wondered why the Serene Moon members all dressed like that," Harry stated as he began eating his ice cream again. Wayne turned his stool so that his back was to the bar, then rested his elbows on the counter as he continued to drink.

Harry Lee stood up from his seat and bowed down his head while his hand was raised. He was an upright man, always stood straight, and wearing vintage and clear glasses. He was really tall, wearing a black coat and slacks, and he has these lips that were always pursing when he looks from one person to another. His jawline was so strong, and he looks really young for his age of fifty. He also has this tidy and brown hair like Hazi. "It was much of a pleasure, sir Sy! Thank you so much for your kind acceptance!" Harry said giddily and sat down quietly on his seat. He picked up one of the breadsticks and ate it while smiling.

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.

Brooklyn followed their gazes and her eyes landed on Harry. He was dressed in black ripped skinny jeans, a fitted dark green t-shirt and his blonde hair was pushed back messily, ends flicking out in random directions. His vibrant green eyes were staring straight at her and his face was blank. "What's the betting he heard all that?" Alice whispered and Sasha nudged her when her whispering didn't really count considering Harry was less than two meters away. "Rather high," Brooklyn murmured and Harry walked up to the desk the girls were sitting at and placed a pen in front of Brooklyn. Her pen.

The crazy guy just dressed down Frost like he’s a damn college professor. Frost inclines his head. “Point taken.” Crazy Harry shoves his hands in the pockets of his pants and levels his gaze on me. His eyes are a surprisingly pale blue, and they pierce right through me, like he can see inside me. Now that I’m getting a better look at him, he appears a little younger than I guessed at before, though his outfit still makes him look a bit like a California surfer boy gone to seed in his New Mexico retirement.

"You... What are you saying?" Grace's voice was shrill, filled with a panic she hadn't even realized. Ryan was also stunned as he looked at us in confusion. I let out a cold laugh and signaled Victoria. She understood and opened a set of photos on the tablet. On the left was Harry from our college days, wearing a white shirt and laughing brightly on the basketball court. On the right was Ryan in his white coat, his features bearing a striking resemblance to Harry. Especially those eyes, clean yet touched with melancholy.