Harry Styles Pic Novels & Stories

- 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.

Harry looked like he was about to enter the ground as he picked and I looked at him apologetic knowing it was his mom yet again. "Hi Mom." A woman's voice came through the phone loud enough for the entire table. "Have you eaten? Are you eating properly? You know your stomach acts up when you skip meals—" "Mom I am literally eating right now!" "What are you eating? Is it healthy? You know what, send me a photo." "I'm not going to—" "Harrison!" Harry picked up his burger with a completely dead expression and took a selfie with it and sent it. The whole table watched him do it in real time.

We stopped at a channel long enough to hear a name that stopped me in my tracks. Harry Joseman. My neck nearly snapped as I turned to look at the TV. Oasis TV was airing, the same news company we had met at Harry’s company the other day. Sure enough, Harry was on the screen, in an impeccably ironed navy green suit — a colour I had told him suited him best. His voice filtered from the TV, painfully familiar. “…because signing a deal with Harper is really one of my biggest wins. Myself and my team worked super hard on it, especially my girlfriend, Cassandra Indigo.”

I put my lips to the side. "It depends on who he is. "Harry Styles," said Charlie, still looking up. "He demanded that if it was a welcome party, it should have three different styles, but he is better than me when it comes to Abby. I swear, for the first time in years organizing parties, I'm lost.

I stayed up until one in the morning, reading more and more since I've already dug up some dirt about him. Benedict Edward Rose Styles. Twenty-five years old. Fuckingly wealthy. He got a headline the day when the world found out he was the first born of Harry Styles from a one night stand. Mr. Harry Styles used to belong to an insanely famous boyband years ago called One Direction, later he turned to be a ridiculously filthy rich businessman. His mother, Miranda Rose Styles, at first kept him in secret for seven years from Harry and the entire world since she wasn't ready to tell everyone about him. Mrs. Styles was also married to her ex-husband Louis Tomlinson which was Harry Styles' best f

''okay , i will be right back'' ''wait, you don't need to pay for me , i can pay for myself'' ''No, i will pay ,you sit and wait'' ''ugh. okay" Harry comes with two ice cream cones in one hand and one hand in his jean pocket and glasses on his eyes. GOD, He looks so cute with the beanie and the glasses so i can not resist taking a photo of him . I was checking the photo when harry comes beside me and tries to look at my phone '' what got you so smiley?'' "look at this , you were coming with the icecreams and you were looking cute so I took a photo." I say showing him his photo.