Harry Styles Pic Novels & Stories

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.

There were great foods and a few beers on our table, I guess drinking beer is an everyday thing on this island. Harry seemed comfortable with his head on my lap as he crossed his leg over the other. He had his eyes closed the entire time I was doing his hair and I think he had fallen asleep because he is slightly snoring. Harry has wonderful lashes, not too long and not too short as well, just resting perfectly above his cheek. He has a really nice nose line in a very manly structure that matched his face. He has plump pinkish lips parted slightly as he snores. He has arches brows with fine hair and a small scar on his eyelid. Harry had tanner skin and looked reddish too but he looked manlie

Goodness, I forgot to wear something that would at least warm me. I glanced around and saw from my peripheral view Harry in a rush. He was wearing a simple burgundy sweatshirt and rugged jeans. This morning, he was in his black suit. Now, he was in casual attire. Gotta admit he looked better that way. His brown hair was sexy-pushed back, and on that fine-looking young face, a shimmering smile uniformed with pearly white teeth. I waved at him, and he waved back. I was surprised when he stopped at the Florist Store and bought a single red rose from the lady.

He resembles a virtuoso since he wears glasses, he wears a white polo shirt, he has a medium stature, he looks great and he dresses well. She gestured and answered, "Yes!" He grinned at Arosh and presented himself. "Ok, decent gathering you Arosh, I'm Harry!" and he held out his hand to Arosh and shook hands. Then he plunked down in the other seat and conversed with Arosh. While talking, they requested food. They discussed their side interests, sports or exercises and which school they go to. "What do you do when you have available energy?" Harry asked her.

Without waiting for Hector to finish speaking, Harry cut him off, saying, "Hector, talk later. Hurry up and take a picture of me and Giselle!" Before Hector knew it, he was holding a phone. He looked at Harry and followed his request. He casually took a picture. One look at the picture, and Harry immediately frowned. He complained, "Hector, couldn't you at least try? You made me look hideous. Take it again." They retook the picture several times, but Harry was still dissatisfied. Hector laughed in disbelief. "Harry, has it occurred to you that maybe it's because you're ugly?"

"It's okay, it's okay. He didn't get into trouble." When Harry entered the house, Stacy had already got up and put on his clothes. She stood in the bathroom and tied her hair in front of the mirror. Her hair was a little messy and damp. She pushed the back of her head and tied a ponytail. When she saw Harry coming in, she asked, "Did Yedda catch it?" Harry came over and hugged her from behind. "I couldn't have escaped." Even if Thera didn't grasp it, he would catch it himself.

DARIUS' POV "Well, well," his smooth voice said. I turned around slowly to face Harry who was standing in the doorway. He looked immaculate as always in tailored clothes that probably cost more than most pack members made in a month. His blonde hair was artfully styled. There was a strange false concern etched into his big bright blue eyes. He looked like an angel. But Harry? He acted like the devil. "I heard there was some excitement today. Came to see the damage for myself."

Harry said as we entered my office. “Good morning, Harry.” Kim said. Harry frowned. “That’s Mr. Smith to you.” He followed me to my office and sat on the chair opposite mine. My office was extremely neat and everything was in order. There was a table with two chairs, one in front and the other behind it. On the tabletop was a computer. There were folders, papers, pens and other office stationary on the other side of the table. There was also a framed photograph of me at her graduation with my parents. Next to it was another photo of me in a red jersey and shorts of the same color, carrying a football. Behind me was my best friend who had a very wide smile and was wearing the same kind of clo

Rodney glanced at Freya and said, “Let me introduce myself. I’m her husband, Rodney Snow.” Harley was once again dumbfounded. He was Rodney Snow? She had seen photos of Rodney before, but they were all photos on the internet taken by paparazzi. Hence, they were not very clear. Now, he was wearing a black shirt, jeans, white shoes, and even had a head of curly chestnut-colored hair. At first glance, he looked like a big star in the entertainment circle, cold and noble. A shot from any angle would be enough to make the cover of a magazine.

She drifted far in that moment that the water overflowed to the grounds. She quickly dashed the tap close as she turned around and her eyes caught Harry on the couch. There was also a framed photo of Wesley she had kept by the counter. One of the pictures she had taken the week before he died. He was in a blue scrub and a clothe around his head and there was a large smile across his face.