Harry Styles Tokyo Novels & Stories

Harold hummed in response and then it clicked in his mind,"Wanna join me in the practice match, today?" "Oh no, no, I don't play football." She quickly replied, knitting her brows in nervousness. "Oh god, this girl!" Harold mumbled to herself and then explained, "Who's asking you to play, darling?" "Huh?" The curly haired still didn't understand the proposal. "All you have to do is cheer my name and be hot while holding a towel and a water bottle for me." He chuckled before taking the last bite of his salad. "Actually, I would rather be Harry Styles's whore than be your bleacher." Gracie added jokingly.

Harry had made him wear a black crop top that exposed his flat tummy and high waisted black jeans that accentuated the curve of his waist and hips. His face was bare save for the pink lip gloss and the thin eyeliner which Harry insisted will make his pretty features pop out. While he looked good, this didn't feel like him at all. The omega preferred his comfortable hoodies and sweats. Standing amidst the people in this club, he felt exposed. Harry nudged his shoulder. "You should loosen up and dance!" Simon frowned at him. "But we're here for—" "I know," Harry said, touching his shoulder. "Dance and you'll find whatever you're looking for."

I always wore a tie on my wrist so I used it to style up my hair in a low pony tail. I took two more puffs before I tossed the cigarette on the floor besides my leg and stomped on it. I watched as the little flames scattered before i turned to face Harry. His face was flustered from the cold. He must have a very sensitive skin. His blonde hair was brushed back and his black eyes bigger than ever. He wore a white T-shirt and fancy green knicker. His eyebrows were thick and he had long lashes with a well defined body that showed under his shirt. One could consider him as attractive

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.

Two hours passed and Harriet is ready to bring down this beauty palace. "What the hell did you do to my hair? Where are my edges? This looks horrible." She screamed, tugging at the extreme end of the black silly weavon. "You said you wanted a style that will cover the baldness of your front hair." The fair-skinned stylist raised her hands in gesticulation. "It is your entire head that will be bald." Harriet spat with nose flared in anger and irritation. "I'm sorry ma'am, but I just did what you told me to do." The stylist frowned.

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.

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

"Trust me, everything will be fine." Harry, in his black car, followed us the whole way to Covent Garden, always keeping a discreet distance. It was a tourist area, so it was certain Harry and Cassian’s men wouldn’t do anything that might draw unnecessary attention. That small detail made me feel a little safer and more relaxed. Chloe was already waiting for us, her face bright as she waved from the table. The weather was pleasant, the streets not too crowded, and I grew more cheerful as the conversation flowed from fashion styles to favorite actors. I turned, scanning around, and noticed Harry, legs crossed, holding a newspaper in his hands.

Haru Tokyo Club Restaurant & Bar was once again busy and jam-packed with customers for a Saturday. Tonight, I estimated about eighty diners already on the premises, enjoying themselves, eating and drinking with family, friends, and loved ones. I was rather glad that neither Jess Taylor nor I were rostered on at the bar area, because that place could get rather rowdy with all the drunk patrons abound. Not to mention some outrageously flirty ones who couldn’t seem to keep their hands to themselves. They particularly liked to feel up staff members’ backsides, especially Jess’, and oddly enough, mine.

The black suit he wore the shoes and his hair black to match and then his brown eyes were so dreaming he was looking like a real demigod right now and I just couldn't imagine myself without him ,he looked so breathtaking . When we arrived at the venue they welcomed us well but the flashlight and the reports made it really difficult for me to see. I just had to force MY way behind him to take more of everything . "Mr harry welcome to England ", "Mr harry you look good " "Mr harry is the woman with you hour pa " ."Mr harry is it true that you are dumping your fiance Kylie Bernardo " "Mr harry please say a word " "Mr Harry, why haven't you brought your family out ?"