Harry Styles Tokyo Novels & Stories

He billowed around in a white gown and stopped next to Teddy, putting a hand on his shoulder. Teddy craned his neck around to look up at him as he stood, eyes closed, a mountain of hair and gown. Gorham’s hairstyle could best be described as ‘interesting’. On top, was a bundle of greying, bouncy curls, at the back of which hung long, straight, teased, and dry strands which rounded out like a platypus tail. It clearly needed an enormous amount of maintenance. It reminded Teddy of the over-the-top hairstyles of some 1980s popstars.

Ensuring that Akiko was home and safe eased his mind a bit. *** “I thought you gave me her home address,” Kenji said to Ryu as their car stopped in front of a café in the Harajuku area. It was one of the busiest spots in Tokyo. People dressed in a variety of unique costumes wandered around them. For Kenji, who favored a classic and calm style, simply visiting Harajuku was an excruciating experience. The clashing colors exhausted his eyes within minutes. “She'll kill me if I ever give you her home address. She’d never give it to you either,” Ryu opened the car door and got out first.

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.”

It's absolute torture. I dressed in my usual attire, black skinny jeans, a black T-shirt well let me just say the Neighborhood merch and of course my one of my many leather jackets... and my favorite boots that I had bought in Italy. I saw a magazine with that Harry Styles guy from One direction wearing the very same kind so when I saw them on sale in Italy. I didn't hesitate buying them. It was a good brand. I suppose Harry Styles and I shared a bit of fashion sense back in the day not his Gucci suits as of now. That's not something I would wear but he definitely make it work!

The wardrobe door opened and Harley came in wearing a kind of ripped white tank top with pink tartan skirt, with dangly pink earrings, a few flower hair clips and lipgloss, she looked ready for the party with strap white sandals. "Ready to go?". She asked. I nodded. "Sure". "Wait, let me style your hair". She had me sit and then she styled my hair amazingly making me look unrecognizable in the mirror. She had put a little make-up on my face too. After a while, we were done and we went downstairs. I walked carefully on my stilettos so I won't fall down on the marble tiled stairs. "And Voilà". She said dramatically as we got down.

Just when Haruto thought Aito wasn't going to come anymore, the door to the classroom swung open and Aito strolled in wearing a wide grin. Haruto was quite angry that Aito was late but after seeing that dazzling smile, his anger vanished like smoke and a similar grin appeared on his face. He stood up and did a mini jog, engulfing Aito in a big hug. "Fuck you scared me. I thought you were gonna stand me up again." "I'm sorry." Aito apologised, hugging Haruto back. "The fucking stylist wasted my time." "Stylist?" Haruto asked, pulling away. "What kind of stylist?" He gazed at Aito's clothes, but Aito wasn't wearing anything remarkable. Just a pair of snug black jeans with silver chains and a b

She got in and crossed her arms over her chest and poured, annoyed at herself for giving in. Harry smirked slightly and shook his head. "You're a stubborn one aren't you, you don't like giving in." "Me stubborn?" Brooklyn questioned and arched an eyebrow. "I think you should look at yourself, buddy." Harry shrugged his shoulders and started the car. Brooklyn discretely glanced at him and she couldn't deny how hot he looked in his fitted white tshirt and his blonde hair that was messily pushed back. He had a graze of stubble forming and it just made him look more dangerous.

Raiden. We entered the store when the girl Raiden bribed for a date glared at me. Excuse me?! Excuse you! What did I do?! "She's got one hell of a competition, oopsies!" Ione whispered. This girl! "Shut up Ione!" I rolled my eyes for the nth time. "Guys, what's your avatar name?" Ione asked them. "Harry Styles." Harry said nonchalantly. "HAHHAHAA Really? The Harry Styles? What originality!" I bursted into laughter because of how creative he is, jeez! "You, Arthur?"

Harry gets our suitcases and we change into something party appropriate after eating some dorritos from his kitchen pantry because we had time and both of us were starving . I message justin the address of the oarty and invite him and his boyfriend too . I am so excited and happy to meet him after so long . I change into black knee-length bodycon dress which has slits on the sides right above my hips. I put on some makeup and high heels . Harry is sporting a black button down along with back pants and black loafers . He is looking extremely dashing. We both make our way to the club shawn booked and it's so full with people even though he cut some people from the invites.

"Evelyn is in the main presentation room," a conference staff member said, pointing down the glass hallway. Haruki nodded politely, then walked slowly, blending in with the crowd of visitors and observers at the international art conference in Tokyo. He wore a simple suit—clean black, nothing flashy—and stood near a wooden pillar, his calm gaze fixed on one point: Evelyn.