Novel & Cerita Harry Styles Pic

13 Harry and I are consonantly seeing each other now. Its him that I talk about my problems between my family as I’m ashamed to say it to Faye and Asher is busy with his girls, and I don’t know if he’ll be available if I call him again. “Here’s our order.” I smile as Harry arrange our food in our table. He knows I like to take a photo of things and that include foods. We’re in a cafe as he just finish a modeling shoot. I like it when he ask me to come with him whether he has a shoot. I enjoy seeing him so passionate about something he likes to do.

Serena groaned as Hadley burst into laughter. "I hope Harry is there." Hadley grinned. Serena rolled her eyes. Harry was the Williams's almost thirty years old son who kept on asking her to go on a date with him. She didn't like him, he was ugly, he had so much hair and wore wide square glasses which he thought were cool. He drove this red car that had to see the mechanic every week. He wasn't her type of guy, he acted older than he already was. "What are you cooking?" Serena asked.

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?”

“Heiress Dead in Tragic Accident.” The image doesn’t feel real. I look too polished, too posed—like a portrait they chose to immortalize a lie. I pull out another one. “Harry Smith Mourns the Death of His Heiress Wife.” There’s a photo of him, dressed in black, looking anguished, and his hands are pressed together in mock grief. In the corner, there is a smaller photo of me—smiling, looking… alive. “Not bad,” I murmur internally. “Looks very convincing.”

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.

“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.

Raiden. We entered the store when the girl Raiden bribed for a date glared at me. Excuse me?! Excuse you! What did I do?! "She's got one hell of a competition, oopsies!" Ione whispered. This girl! "Shut up Ione!" I rolled my eyes for the nth time. "Guys, what's your avatar name?" Ione asked them. "Harry Styles." Harry said nonchalantly. "HAHHAHAA Really? The Harry Styles? What originality!" I bursted into laughter because of how creative he is, jeez! "You, Arthur?"

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

Although Harry was angry that Edwin had placed him under house arrest, he still happily shared the photos with the butler and asked, "Look at the photos. Do they look like each other?" The butler held Harry's phone, looked at the photos carefully for a while, and replied in a trembling voice.

As Lauren walks away, Harry comes into view. Really? The day can't get any worse than this. He's wearing black, as always, but he's not dressed formally like he always is. He's wearing a blank tank top with black joggers. I see he's also here for training. His muscles are being flexed as he walks, and his aura is clouding the air. As he passes by people, they bow to him until he gets to Sandra and me. Sandra is respectful of him, so she does the needful. I don't do sh*t. He waits for me to acknowledge him, but instead, I drop down on the bed and fold my arms, pretending to be severely interested in what the youngsters are doing.