Harry Styles Strawberries Novels & Stories

Harmony asked even though she knew the dessert was to die for. “Shame you haven’t been good enough to enjoy more of it,” Harmony teased. She savoured every last morsel of the vanilla cake, and sipping on her mango juice. It must have been torture for him to watch, knowing how divinely rich that cake was. Next, she ordered for strawberries. They arrived almost immediately, dipped in chocolate. Harmony scooped up one of the strawberries and held it up on front of her mouth. She turned to Caspian and said, "You know how much I loooove strawberries, right?”

I munched the strawberries happily but I could see a look of reluctance fixed on Harper's face. “You don't like strawberries?” I asked shortly. I was being like Harper too, meddling it business that shouldn't be my concern. “No, that's not it… I'm a big fan of strawberries!” Harper replied. She picked one delicately and threw it inside her mouth. She was obviously not munching. “You don't have to eat it if you don't like it, baby,” Olivia seemed to have noticed too. “Someone once told me strawberries weren't as sweet as they looked. He didn't like it because of that.”

I offered them both a smile and waved as they walked away to the parking lot where Colton had parked his car. I fished my phone out and opened Instagram. Since I'd be waiting for my brother to pick me up, might as well do my daily stalking on Luke Hemmings, Shawn Mendes, and Harry Styles. Although, maybe not for Shawn today, I've heard he was dating Hayley Baldwin and that kinda ruined my mood this morning when Jess told me. Of course, I was happy he found someone, but still, my heart broke a little. I let out a deep sigh and went to Harry's page instead. "Aww, he was in Tokyo! The Japanese are so lucky!" I muttered to myself.

Her strawberry lush pink hair was the first thing I noticed about her. “Hello, Harold.” She greeted in an all too familiar voice, a sly smile settled on her face. I stared at her for seconds too long. She looked familiar. She looked like I had seen her before but I didn't know exactly where. It must have been a vague experience. “Remember me?” She tilted her head to the side thoughtfully while she flashed her pearly white teeth at Harold. The burnt orange colored dress she had on thin straps and a deep sweetheart neckline deep cut made her boobs push forward in a sultry way. She didn't even have her hair packed as it dangled down her sides attractively.

But on the day I arrived at the port, I saw Leon. The sunlight was bright. The southern wind carried the familiar scent of grass. Amid the noise of the harbor, his figure stood out. He had lost weight. His once-straight posture had slumped, and his eyes were bloodshot as he stared at me. It was as if he wanted to pull me away from Jace by force. In his hands was a bouquet of red roses—a gift I had once longed to receive from him. Now, it was far too late.

Jan jumped to her backpack and took out her make-up kit. "My mom bought me new scrubs and mud facial masks, we can do them later tonight ... ooh ... do you want to make some popcorns before we start?" "Yes, yes, yes ... popcorns!" Jan shouted. Hazel ran down the stairs to the kitchen and Jan turned on the vinyl Theo gave Hazel. She turned the volume up and Harry Styles voice blared throughout the corners of that house singing "Tastes like strawberries ... on a summer evenin' ... and it sounds just like a song ..." Jan can hear Hazel singing along with it while microwaving their popcorn.

Haru said, making Luke chuckle. Haru gave Alessandra the strawberry tart and the strawberry milk while Luke asked for the crepe cake and matcha latte. Alessandra took a bite out of her tart, leaving a mess on either side of her cheek. Luke quickly took out his phone and took a picture of Alessandra before helping her clean her face. "She really gets lost in her own world when she eats strawberries," Luke said. "Yeah, she does. Other teachers pointed that out too. She really focuses on enjoying those strawberries." Haru said and they both chuckled.

" The stylist stepped forward and spoke. "No need!" She was still rejected by Kailey, "I can do it myself." But even so, the stylist still saw the strawberry planted at her neck and looked at her with her eyes full of contempt and disdain. "Have you guys seen it? The strawberry on Kailey's neck?" "Did she have any strawberry marks?" "It's a big one. Lily told me. She said she went to help her with styling, but Kaily didn't let her help her. She was afraid of Lily seeing the strawberry at her neck, but it turned out to be that Lily saw it anyway."

Serena groaned as Hadley burst into laughter. "I hope Harry is there." Hadley grinned. Serena rolled her eyes. Harry was the Williams's almost thirty years old son who kept on asking her to go on a date with him. She didn't like him, he was ugly, he had so much hair and wore wide square glasses which he thought were cool. He drove this red car that had to see the mechanic every week. He wasn't her type of guy, he acted older than he already was. "What are you cooking?" Serena asked.

The two of them shared each other in a manly way and Kavinsky walked in. Harry is wearing a white round-neck top and black pants, he held a cup of coffee in his left hand. He had black straight hair which made a bang in front of his face. His face is oblong and his eyes were black too. "What of your Dad?", Kavinsky asked crashing on the brown sofa. "He is at work", Harry replied sipping the coffee he held. "Aren't you going to offer me one?", Kavinsky asked referring to the coffee "Nah, am cool", Harry replied and they both laughed