Harry Styles Sister Novels & Stories

She already seems to have convinced herself that's she's got me wrapped around her finger. I politely smile at her before exiting. I should go to my dorm first and freshen up. Hailee's P.O.V. After eating Gale and I stick around at the cafeteria as I tell him all about Halsey and Lisa. I also learn about his younger sister, Holly. She's beautiful, blonde and has the most beautiful blue eyes I've ever seen. "She's definitely going to break hearts." I kid. Gale laughs. "Or she'll be more like me. You know? Sweet, charming, gentle, caring, loving."

"There's a woman outside the twins' nursery. Security's holding her at the gate, but she's refusing to leave, and she's telling the staff she's family." My heart stopped. "What does she look like," I managed. Callum checked his phone again, reading off the description the nursery had sent through. "Mid fifties. Dark hair going grey. Green eyes." He looked up, and whatever he saw in Kian's face made him go very still. "She says her name is Selene."

“Are you related to Prince Harry? Have you met him?” I could no longer suppress my groan. Besides Harry Styles and Niall Horan, my best friend was also obsessed with Prince Harry. She watched the royal wedding countless times and even recorded it. “No,” Frazier shook his head. “I don’t think we’re related. “I think she was sent to an asylum or something. Tyler’s dad, I mean our high school principal, informed Rosie’s parents and they sorted it out.” Jess shook her head as if trying to shake the images in her mind. “Anyway, you have not told me how you became a Directioner,” Jess quickly changed the subject.

She added and I just smiled. “Isn’t it for the best, at least he brought me to my babies,” I said as I stroked her hair happily. “Where’s your sister?” I asked and she just smiled. “She’s in Ravenclaw, with Grandpa Boyd and Phil,” she answered and my eyes grew wide. “So why are you here, all alone?” I asked, and then I looked at her clothes, she’s wearing the same uniform maids wore. “Were you captured?” I asked as I began to fret about what must have happened to her.

“You can’t do that if your wardrobe consists of gym clothes and grease-stained tunics.” Had he been stalking my closet? “But they’re comfortable.” “Save it, Stick-Girl.” I pouted and looked back at the picture. Harrison was easy to spot with his trademark arrogant smirk. To his left was a haughty-looking girl who must have been his sister, and on her lap was a tiny, precious pup. “I didn't know you had sisters.” His lips curled into a rare, soft smile. “Lacey and Eleanor.”

"Look inside." Pepper looks inside and takes out a HARRY STYLES album. Pepper loves Harry Styles. She worships the ground the guy walks on. She got into a huge fight with aunt Lucy when she was fifteen after her aunt threw a 1D magazine. She called her mom a heartless inhuman monster with no soul. Just because of a silly magazine. That's just how much Pepper adored the band but after the separation, she followed Harry and still adores him up to now. "Thanks so much, Trent." She hugs him tight, almost crying.

“Actually, that’s quite hot.” “Look, Cole. My sister’s… Well, she’s Poppy Carrie.” Cole’s mouth fell open in such an excessive way that a tram could probably have taken a shortcut through it. “What? The Poppy Carrie? The model.” Harper raised an eyebrow. “She’s doing more acting now. But yeah. And stop sleazing on her. She’s my sister, dude.”

“Harry, I get it. You are awfully unfamiliar with the concept of civilization, but that doesn’t mean you can just go around grabbing random women’s dresses to open rusty, contagious doors!” “You’re not a random woman.” He deadpanned. “You’re my sister.” “Exactly! Which makes it so much worse!” I shrieked. “I’m your sister! How dare you destroy my dress? What is wrong with you?” Harry just stared at me like I was the problem. Like I was the pain in the ass here. As if he wasn’t the one who committed full-blown fashion homicide just now. I gave him my deadliest glare. “Don’t. You. Dare. Say bullshit right now.”

A beautiful teenager, a lady of her age and a stunning woman whose outfit screamed 'wealth' . Angel jumped up with a scream and ran to them happily. "That's Emma, Evelyn. My two sisters and my mother" Harry said to Bethel. "Oh..my!" She gasped. How couldn't she have known?Harry had said it on the plane that they might appear today and they did. They looked more beautiful, more than what Harry described. His younger sister was in a jumpsuit,red heels and leopard coat,with huge diamond earrings and a silver necklace,her hair was dyed red and packed into a tight ponytail which accentuated her face.

'I said, let's go and get a DNA test—just the two of us," repeated Harry. Deep down, Harry still hoped that Giselle might be his biological sister. As for Lyla, there was just something about her that didn't feel right. Ever since he could remember, Harry had known that he had a sister who had gone missing. Growing up, he had watched other kids play with their sisters, and it made him long for the day his own would return home. Every year, he would save his allowance, planning to buy his sister beautiful jewelry and dresses once they met. However, when his sister returned in the form of Lyla, the excitement never arrived. Instead, there was a faint but instinctive resistance in his heart.