Harry Styles Pic Novels & Stories

Styles wasn't his surname, wasn't part of his name. “Sorry for not introducing myself, but I'm not Mr Styles.” he replied and he heard her laugh beautifully, making his heart flutter. “Ofcourse, I know who you are. I can recognize your voice, Mr Harry.” Ciara responded and he smiled a bit, grateful for the fact that at least, she knew who it was. “Why did you call me Mr styles?” His curiosity got the better of him, so he asked. “You know, Harry. Like Harry Styles.” she replied and he smiled. They had met only once, and she was already cracking jokes with him.

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

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?”

You and I We don't wanna be like them We can make till the end Nothing can come between You and I Not even the gods above Can separate the two of us I hummed softly along and he looked over at me. "Big fan,huh?" "No, just one of them." I pulled over into the parking lot. "Who's this unlucky guy?" "One, he's not unlucky. Two, it's Harry." We walked towards my locker. "Harry Styles?" "No," I rolled my eyes at him. "Harry Potter." "Haha, really funny." He said as I slammed my locker shut. I turned on my heels and coffee spilled on my shirt. Way to start Friday morning. "Watch the hell where you're going." The voice barked.

She said she definitely took it at the party, but had no intention to ever post it. But if she didn't post it, then who did? ********************************************************** Harry is all smiles when he gets in the car the next morning. I didn't wait until Ianthe woke up to go for a run this morning, I was too on edge so I went for a run early to help calm down my mind. "Have you been castrated yet?" I ask. "Not in this lifetime." He chuckles. I watch him lean back in the passenger seat with a smug smile on his face.

I cheered and yanked myself off from the trunk. Harry quickly pulled out his phone from his back pocket and started taking selfies, first he doesn't want me in his pictures but he gave in right in the end. As Harry and I were doing our own thing, I noticed Tybalt and the others has started taking groufies and some selfies too. I have an idea!

Avery suggested. Harry sighed, he didn't want Avery around him anymore. He frowned as if he was no longer interested in what she had to say. Avery noticed this and instead of waiting for Harry to speak, she took out her phone and showed Selene's photo. Harry was almost stopped by the photo of an innocent and beautiful woman's face on the screen. "Who the hell is that?" he immediately asked. Avery smiled, she seemed to notice that Harry was also fascinated by Selene's appearance. "I see that you suddenly stopped when you saw this photo," she says.

It’s for Gabriella’s birthday. He replies almost instantly. Harvey: We might have a few left. I’ll have my assistant check the inventory. What’s her style? Me: Bold. Exotic. The kind of thing that makes people stare. Harvey: Got it. I’ll have some pictures sent to you. Pick whatever you like, and I’ll bring it home with me when I return. I nod to myself, satisfied. At least that’s one thing taken care of. Now, I just need to get ready.

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."

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.