Harry Styles Sister Novels & Stories

I can say that it's like 4-5 inches longer than Xy's current hair length, And even though it was a bit dark in the bar, I noticed that her sister is a little bit whiter than her, but her body has a more a shape, perks of being a boxer eh? As an actor for a long time, I only found out that she has a sister now. She never talk about it in public. It's like she's keeping it as a secret. But why— Wait, does her sister wear a courtroom attire? It probably is! It's a little dark but my eye can't trick me, and I'm also not drunk not even feeling tipsy, so I'm sure that she's wearing a courtroom attire, more like a lawyer's attire— so, her twin's a lawyer! Amazing! But wait, her twin looks very fami

Harland was more of the silent type, his sister more outgoing. "Any idea what you want to do with my hair?" I asked, taking a bite out of the donut Harland had brought for me. Teagan blinked slowly at me, not grasping the question. "I mean, you are grooming me to fit a certain aesthetic, am I wrong?"

Not knowing why, whenever Kiara looked at him with such pitiful puppy eyes, Harry wouldn't be able to look her straight in her eyes. "It's not like that." "That's exactly how you feel!" Kiara retorted. "Just because I'm Yvan's sister, you've been showing how much you distrust me from the start. No matter what I do for the past two weeks, it still doesn't make you have more faith in me!" Harry stared right at her and replied, "Didn't you just state your intention? You want your brother to remarry Yuna, don't you?"

“You don’t need to be concerned about that.” “Also, who is we? You and your pal… yeah, what’s his name? Seth? Are you both conspiring?” Harry smirked, “So you are not THAT dumb.” I scoffed, “You are running around being a dog for someone. How can I ever be dumber than you?” Harry stepped closer, his face turning red, “Don’t test my patience, you fucking slut.” “Ah, ah, ah…” someone jumped off the stairs, startling me, “don’t insult our little sister-in-law, Harrieta.”

I couldn't help but laugh, looking over the guests one more time. "What are you talking about? This is not even half the people I want to invite, I don't know what you're talking about but this is probably as small as a small and private wedding will go for me." "It's cute." "Hey!" She called on top of her voice, stalling in the direction of a different group of stylists. "This is my sister, treat her as a priority." "Yes ma'am." They called back in response. A team swooned me and settled me in a chair. "What would you like for your hair?" One of them asked me.

Nathan lifts my chin with his finger, making me meet his eyes. "You are stunning, you know that, right?" He mutters. My cheeks flush. Before I can speak, my phone buzzes in my hand. I open it, expecting a text, but instead, it is a notification that my sister has tagged me in an Iñstagram post. A line appears between my brows. It is odd for my sister to tag me in a post. She has never done that before. “ I am sorry,” I mumble to Nathan. I open my sister's post. My heart misses a beat. It is a recent photo dump of her and Aiden, who is wearing the same clothes from before he ditched me.

"You don't drink, what do you need it for?" "You wouldn't believe if I told you that your sister bought it for a party" "You guys are throwing a party" "She wanted to but I said no. I've only been here for a week or so and I wouldn't want to get reported. The last person she wanted to bail her out is Harry. "Why? A party is goo" "Is it?" She arched up her brow at him. "Of course it is. You get to meet people, boys and girls and you will get to do things"

Pascha and my other cousins are all taller, but they're always grabbing glasses from the bottom shelf just to annoy the girls in the family. "I prefer to add blueberry jam," groaned Gal. "Blueberry jam, then," I said as I filled my glass from the fridge's water dispenser. She shook her head. "No, now it doesn't seem right." "Strawberries, then." "That one doesn't seem right either." I sighed. My sister can urge the priest to swear. I leaned against the fridge and stared at her over my glass. "Why are you wearing a swimsuit?" "I was on my way to the pool, but mom stopped me and said I couldn't leave the kitchen until I decided."

the taller one said with a smile, “My name is Ken, and this is my boyfriend, Andy.” Andy waved his hand excitedly. "Hi" “We are here to make you look really good and style you up like the queen that you are.” Ken added, then he snapped his fingers dramatically "Right babe?” "Absolutely," Andy said with a smile. "We are the best in New York City, hands down. We're about to transform your life.” I blinked, stunned. “Oh. Um… I’m Zara.” Ken let out a breath. "Zara. Oh, that name sounds like it costs a lot of money.”