Harry Styles Proposal Novels & Stories

"It's a proposal! Chet is going to propose to Giselle!" He was loud enough for everyone to hear him clearly. Moira glared at him. "Harry, you're going to ruin the mood with your screaming. Shut up!" Harry immediately clapped both hands over his mouth to indicate that he would remain calm and not yell. He immediately took out his phone and began acting like a photographer. He had to record such a monumental moment! Chester had hidden everything so well and prepared the proposal very stealthily, as befitted someone 30 years old.

"Don't tell me it's good. It doesn't feel good." Darius nodded. Accepted that without argument, which was what she needed. "Harry proposed last night," she said. Silence. "Not officially. No ring. He just…" She exhaled. "He told me what he wanted. Clearly. Honestly. And he gave me time." She looked at the fountain, dark and still at this hour. "He's everything, Darius. I need you to know I see that. He's patient and decent and he already loves this baby and he would never…"

“I need you to believe that I would never abandon you.” “I know you’ll never abandon me Papa, but why are you talking like this?” Her eyes were already clouding with tears. Something must have happened when she gone. “And I’ll never do anything that will put you in harm’s way.” “You’re making me worried-” With a deep breath he finally looked at her, stroking the back of her palm that was still on her cheek. “You got a marriage proposal today.” “That hardly seems like a reason to worry. We both know I’m not ready for marriage. Besides, I’m not going to leave you all by your self.”

He wished he could reconcile with her before his dad passed away, and make him proud of him again. “Miss Williams” Harry's voice boomed on the speaker of the phone. It was a beautiful sunny Saturday afternoon. Less than an hour after noon. He was seated, relaxed, on the balcony of his hotel room. His laptop was opened on a small table by his side. He had been working on some files for the project with the PR company. “Good afternoon Mr. Styles.” Ciara replied lightly and he raised his eyebrow curiously. Styles wasn't his surname, wasn't part of his name.

I muttered. “That’s not an issue. I’m here. We’ll go shopping today.” “No, Harry. You’re busy. I can just pick something.” “No. That’s not acceptable. They’re meeting the Trinity Real Estate CEO for the first time. You have to stand out. Let’s inform the housekeeper—she can look after the kids while we’re out.” “Fine,” I said, hiding a laugh. “So, you’re my stylist for today?” A few hours later, we were walking through rows of boutiques. Some were familiar, others not. Harry’s hands sifted through racks, placing dresses in front of me, his fingers brushing the silky fabrics.

#CEO of Safari fashions dressed in what Steph Edwards referred to as rags! "What!!!" Harry exclaimed. His secretary had just showed him the ongoing trend. "Oh...my God!" He picked his blazer. "You're going?" His secretary asked him. "Of course, Steph is going to pay for this" Harry said angrily wondering how Bethel must be feeling now. "Damn!" He swore. * "Bethel, I'm so sorry" Harry said walking into her room. "I'll make Steph pay for this, i promise. She's gonna get arrested!"

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

“You’re so beautiful, Rynna.” “You are pretty handsome too, Mr. Skip. I like your hair because guys usually don’t keep their hair long.” She reached out to touch his hair. “I like Harry’s, but he cut his hair short though.” “Who is Harry, sweetheart?” I could feel the curiosity in Skip’s voice. “Harry Styles from 1D.” “Huh! Well, Rynna. Mr. Skip’s hair is quite better than Harry’s, yeah?” Skip used his thick Londoner accent, making Rynna giggled more.

she replied, trying to sound casual despite the turmoil brewing within her. "I'll get straight to the point," Harry continued, his tone businesslike. "I've been considering a proposition that I believe could be mutually beneficial for both of us. I'd like to discuss it further over lunch. Are you available tomorrow?" Boma's mind raced as she processed Harry's words. A proposition? What could he possibly want from her? And why now, of all times? Besides, wasn't he scared of Donovan finding out about it? Wasn't he scared of Donovan, or was he just being a daredevil?

“Harry, isn’t that too much?” “She is delaying our plan, so we have no other options.” Furthermore, Harry suggests that we give Aria something to lower her inhibitions, then seize the moment to propose once we've crossed that intimate barrier. It’s a risky plan, but the idea takes root in my mind. I just need to secure the right substance.