Novel & Cerita Harry Styles Pic

(Harper’s POV) I took the standard case folder from him and opened it to look at the contents. The first thing I saw was a picture. It was obviously a stakeout shot from the angle it was taken. The man in the shot looked to be medium build, with a mid brown hair that had a golden undertone and lightened a bit at the ends. It was one of those short messy styles that are meant to look like they don’t care but probably took longer than my whole morning routine. This was carried into the designer stubble with the slight, oh I forgot to shave today, stubble. That was where the messy stopped though. The three piece suit he wore was obviously tailored to him and he held himself with a confidence th

She had offered to wash both our plates. "Well, howdy, stranger." That scent and voice seemed so familiar. I turned to see piercing blue eyes on me. It was Harry, and he had his hair in a bun and was wearing a pair of sweatpants. I've never really had a thing for man buns, but he made them work. "Harry!" I exclaimed, genuinely pleased to see him. He was my first friend here—if he considers me a friend. "How have you been?"

Ernest looks at him with admiration, he knew the capabilities of his boss, and how strong he had been although he appeared otherwise. “You're telling me because you're my friend”Harry walks over to the large mirror he had in his living room and looks at himself, he's too handsome a man, his curly black hair is perfectly manicured, his face is made up of a thin chin, his green eyes match the pale tone of his skin, and the last few years of rehabilitation in the gym had made his muscles stand out over his clothes, but Harry hated the fact that he didn't have a leg and that he didn't have his family, there were things that money couldn't buy, he would have given anything in the world to have hi

Earlier that day, she and the kids had gone to the amusement park. Liam, of course, had asked why I wasn’t coming with them. I told him I had some plans with Harry. Was Harry here already? I wondered as I opened the door to head out. Just then, Harry’s car drove in. Perfect timing, I whispered. Harry got out of the car and walked toward me. He wore black jeans and a sweater. He looked good, as usual. He would make a good model, I thought. His body build was perfect, the kind you see in commercials. I could tell even when he was fully clothed.

The silence in the mansion was almost deafening, a stark contrast to the storm raging outside in the real world. I hadn’t left the house in days—not since the photos dropped. What photos you might be wondering? Photos of me and bloody Harry, sitting in a café, his hand resting lightly on mine, laughing. Candid, perfectly timed and completely misleading. Like whoever took it had been seated in the cafe, waiting patiently to strike. Who could have done this? And why did they want to ruin me so badly.

They were small and almost dense, fleeting that would go away like the wind. “It won't spoil the sun, it won't rain.” “Your Dylan O'Brien poster if it rains.” She negotiated the bet. I stopped my walk, looking at her in disbelief. “Not my poster.” He pursed his lips, swallowing an insult in my honor. “What about Harry Styles?” “Done, but…” I shook her hand, pulling her towards me, “if it doesn't rain you'll give me your Strange Things sweatshirt.” He released his hand from the deal, displaying his disagreement.

Hazel picked out a jacket from her closet and put it on, "Okay, I'm sorry, but you have to go ... Lee will be here soon and I have to get ready." "You look nice," he commented. He was being truthful. She smiled, "Thanks." Marlon stood and pointed to the cardboard cutout by her bed, "Harry Styles ... I met him once at my dad's party in Goldstone ... cool guy." Just when she thought he couldn't make her feel any geekier. This guy had actually met the love of her life in person and probably had a casual conversation with him. When Harry seemed to be so out of reach for her, another being from another world. "Awesome," she murmured. She didn't want to go all fangirl crazy and ask him for the det

The red Ferrari of the latest edition with its open sunroof showing off that great lean body was more than enough to keep the cameras and the lively attention of every being. However, Harry shared no part of this pomp, instead acted more like a servant than an assistant. Out he walked, dressed in those same suit and tie, however now red and white, those matching colors Harry had said, looked bad on him. Now that wasn't new; he always did what was wrong. The flashing cameras subsided when Harry and the two security guards outside Royal Emore gave space. And in walked the living legend, the boy who caught every eye and melted them; Aiden Mathews.

he asked sarcastically. I carefully looked at his hair, which was very different. He had quite a unique haircut that was styled into a high ponytail that extended down his back. The sides of his head were shaved, with a sharp, defined line running parallel to the shaved area, giving a clean, edgy contrast to the longer hair on top.

- I ask him while I give a couple of steps to approach him. “Alice, I am so sorry, I don’t know…” - he starts saying, and I grab his phone from his hand, and that’s when I see a photo of Harry kissing Karen. His hand on her lower back pulling her to his body. She has both her arms wrapped around his neck. I know the photo is from today because I recognise the suit he was wearing when he left. His dark blue Armani three-piece suit with a light blue shirt and a dark blue tie. He was wearing brown shoes and a brown belt. His hair pulled back while a little bit in the front fell in front of his eyes.