Harry Styles Pic Novels & Stories

agreed Harry. Sophia turned around, hoping none of her friends would notice her staring. She noticed that Harry was now walking next to her, and was thankful that he hadn't asked her to turn around again. She glanced at him briefly, studying him carefully. His light brown hair, which was cut short, fell over his right eye and was getting greasy. His features were very strong and angular, with thick dark brows, a strong nose and thin lips.

The black suit he wore the shoes and his hair black to match and then his brown eyes were so dreaming he was looking like a real demigod right now and I just couldn't imagine myself without him ,he looked so breathtaking . When we arrived at the venue they welcomed us well but the flashlight and the reports made it really difficult for me to see. I just had to force MY way behind him to take more of everything . "Mr harry welcome to England ", "Mr harry you look good " "Mr harry is the woman with you hour pa " ."Mr harry is it true that you are dumping your fiance Kylie Bernardo " "Mr harry please say a word " "Mr Harry, why haven't you brought your family out ?"

"Sorry for being rude, let me introduce myself first. I'm Harry, Harry Cairn." "I'm Neil Wesley." "Hello, Neil." "Uh, hi." Fortunately, I had a habit when flying of placing less essential items in the seat pocket before takeoff, so important things were not within reach. In front of me were now a mirror, a comb, sunglasses, and a mask. The position of the mirror happened to allow me to see that Harry fellow clearly. He was a man with skin almost as fair as Neil's, standing at around six feet, with a physique that could rival a model but fell short compared to mine. His face, a typical pretty boy look, heavily reliant on hairstyle and grooming, would be inadequate without them.

The girls excitement was to see if he was one of the hot ones to hook up, while guys on the other hand were excited to see which gang he would join, considering the rumours also mentioned him to be one of the high class. "What do you think will he look like? Will he have red flaming hairs with green eyes?" Sam asked with a girlish giggle, while the others joined in. "Or sandy blond wavy locks with ocean blue eyes!" "Are you dreaming of Harry Styles?" Riley asked incredulously to Christi, who looked baffled. "Harry Styles doesn't have sandy blond hairs! Get it together!" While the girls bickered on, Sam turned her attention to Agatha, who was busy scrolling through her I*******m. "What do yo

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

The two of them shared each other in a manly way and Kavinsky walked in. Harry is wearing a white round-neck top and black pants, he held a cup of coffee in his left hand. He had black straight hair which made a bang in front of his face. His face is oblong and his eyes were black too. "What of your Dad?", Kavinsky asked crashing on the brown sofa. "He is at work", Harry replied sipping the coffee he held. "Aren't you going to offer me one?", Kavinsky asked referring to the coffee "Nah, am cool", Harry replied and they both laughed

she teased, coming up the staircase gradually as I nodded with a smile. “Someone needs helping hands,” I teased. “Go, joor,” she remarked with a smile as we walked into the room. “Babe, don’t tell me you aren’t dressed yet?” Harry’s voice boomed from behind. I turned towards him; he was already dressed in a black suit with a touch of white and a red brooch, highlighting his handsomeness. “I’ll be ready before you know it,” I replied but paused when I noticed the bag he was holding. “What’s in the bag?”

Wow! I shook hands with both of the men sitting beside Sarah, unable to help but marvel at both of their insanely good looks. Why did everyone here look like a model? It turned out Diego was the one with the highly gelled dark hair and a slightly crooked smile that caused him to rub off as a man in his mid-forties, whilst Harry, on the other hand, was a typical young blonde with shaggy hair that reached just past his ears and friendly brown eyes. I smiled warmly at them both as I introduced myself. As they finished eating and got up to leave, I grabbed myself a peanut butter and jelly sandwich and settled down next to Sarah.

Instead, I pad across the room and find the body lotion on the nightstand, sitting next to the photograph I pulled out before I'd showered. Harry stares up at me from the frame, his blue eyes holding that particular quality of mischief that made him dangerous and irresistible in equal measure. He's beautiful in the photograph: all sharp features and that rare smile he reserved for moments when he thought no one was looking. But the smile in this picture is different. It's genuine. It's the smile he gave me in our last week together, before Dakor decided that Harry's existence was something that needed to be erased. My hands start shaking.

Wearing his cute kindergarten uniform to his baby pictures, Alice was fully entertained. It was until she flips on the second last page is when she sees Harry at the family fountain. He looks like he was around 6 to 7 when a young girl his age was beside him. Standing and smiling, happy to be beside Harry seeing her eyes was on him the entire time. Caramel-brown hair, baggy but expensive-looking clothes, nerdy exterior... It didn’t take her long to realize that the feature of the girl is definitely... “Is this girl Emily? The one next to Harry? Do you know her?”