Harry Styles Tokyo Novels & Stories

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

He wore jeans a shirt and a fancy jacket, making him look casual, elegant, and astonishingly hot! Hiro took me out on a tour around Tokyo's popular places. I was amazed with every single inch of this city… but the problem was, wherever we went together, it was us who became a tourist attraction… I guessed it couldn’t be helped since I was walking around with devilishly handsome boyfriend. That, once again, made me an instant target for women's deadly glares.

"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 ?"

The time passed quickly and all too soon they were entering the salon. There were three stylists who worked in bright open space. The Senior Stylist was a short Japanese man with a bright purple Mohawk. Both his arms were covered in tattoos, and Jasmine introduced him as Taki. Working with him was Betty, a short petite blonde who seemed to have trouble meeting his gaze and Alex, a tall bald man with a razor-thin goatee.

Styles wasn't his surname, wasn't part of his name. “Sorry for not introducing myself, but I'm not Mr Styles.” he replied and he heard her laugh beautifully, making his heart flutter. “Ofcourse, I know who you are. I can recognize your voice, Mr Harry.” Ciara responded and he smiled a bit, grateful for the fact that at least, she knew who it was. “Why did you call me Mr styles?” His curiosity got the better of him, so he asked. “You know, Harry. Like Harry Styles.” she replied and he smiled. They had met only once, and she was already cracking jokes with him.

“Thanks. But I’m here with my girls tonight.” Harry tilted his head. “Just one dance. I promise I don’t bite.” Tessy didn’t flinch. “And I don’t bend. Not tonight.” Helena and Stacy noticed and drifted closer, like silent bodyguards in heels. Harry backed up with a shrug. “No stress.” As he walked off, Helena raised her cup. “Queen behavior. Proud of you.” “I’ve got my own rhythm,” Tessy said, brushing it off. “Don’t need anyone throwing me off beat.”

"It's okay, it's okay. He didn't get into trouble." When Harry entered the house, Stacy had already got up and put on his clothes. She stood in the bathroom and tied her hair in front of the mirror. Her hair was a little messy and damp. She pushed the back of her head and tied a ponytail. When she saw Harry coming in, she asked, "Did Yedda catch it?" Harry came over and hugged her from behind. "I couldn't have escaped." Even if Thera didn't grasp it, he would catch it himself.