Harry Styles Wife Novels & Stories

Instead, it was gross, just as he explained it. "So... would you divorce me, if you had a chance to get married to a celebrity. Your favorite celebrity." Harry asked his wife, leaning forward eagerly. "Yes." She answered simply. "What?! You would? What happened to till death do us apart." Harry yelled dramatically. "Ohh come on. As if you wouldn't dump me of you had a chance to be with Beyoncé." "I would never break your heart in such a way. I would let you find out from Tv." We all started laughing at Harry's reply.

I waved at Kim and she waved back equally. I stood up from the chair and walked over to the bed to grab my phone while the others chatted excitedly. While Hannah still couldn't believe that I was getting married to Harold Williams, Joanna, and Kim started hammering on the fact that I deserve it and would fit right into it. And Jemma wouldn't stop yarning about how handsome Harold is. I understood the girls' speculations regarding our secret wedding. After all, it was not photos of me and Harold that were all over the country but that of Brittany Raymond, the famous red-haired model and a Victorian secret model with the perfect Billionaire gentleman. Every lady's dream, Harold Williams.

He went home, entered the house, and said. - Riley? - I am here, in the dining room, please come here. He went to the dining room, she was there with a wonderful dinner served in front of her. But that was not all, she was wearing a nice red dress with a slingshot slit and beautiful black high heels. Her hair was gently made up and tied in a loose bun. - Wow, you look great. - Thank you. Please do not stand there, come here. He could hardly move, for he was astonished at his wife's beautiful appearance.

I disagreed with her tone, saying it as if I were widening my eyes. I can't help it, I need to know what their relationship is, although I don't like her presence here. "That's right, I might be his companion," she nods, with no emotion on her face as she advances towards me, "but I don't think the details of my personal life are important, like asking you if it's true that you married Harry and if Alexis caused you to be in that bed." Rolling my eyes, I fight against the anger that her words provoke in me. I had to take a deep breath before telling her that it was true that I'm Harry's wife and that nothing said about Alexis is true. The only one responsible for everything is a damn stone.

Talking to Harry was like dealing with a woman on her period—no matter what, she always seemed to be in the wrong. Harry sighed in frustration. “Just act normal. No unnecessary drama.” “But I’m great at drama,” Arabella said with a straight face. She was thrilled that Harry needed her. Harry shot her a sharp glare. “Arabella.” “Fine,” Arabella raised her hands in surrender. “I’ll be the perfect, loving wife for the honor of the Anderson family.” Harry exhaled, realizing he might have just made a decision that would haunt him all day.

I try to explain. “ That's what you fucking implying, right now. Where have you been, huh? Where have you been going and don't you dare bring Nathan and Harry into this! I called Nathan's wife and he's been on leave for a week and he hasn't left her side! Harry's on a business trip but I guess you didn't know that cause you've been too busy frolicking with your ex- wife but she's still your damned wife!” All that is new information, I didn't even know Harry was– wait, did she just mention Crystal? How does she know?

The chest-length hair girl looked Harry up and down. "Why are you so quiet, Harry? I don't think there's anything wrong with you when you were in college or about 4 months ago we met. But how come you didn't welcome me and for sure, you were surprised too. Did you do something with Hana?” Harry, who could not hold back his secret, looked at Hana and Rita in turn. It was true that Harry was surprised by Rita's arrival because the secret that involved all of Harry's relationships was because of Rita. But from what he knew, his lover's wedding was also not planned in advance.

Harrison looked like that. " Thank you," I said as I carefully sat down. All eyes were on me, I wished I could dig a hole and bury myself in it. I kept a flashing grin, sitting with a family of wealth and beauty was hard to hold. " I'm Nikki, you can call me Spice" the lady started as she sat with her family. There was a striking resemblance as they all said together facing me. " This is my sister Ariel and my Mom and my Dad…and well, your husband isn't here yet. So tell me, how did Harry marry you without me knowing, what's the secret" Nikki said with a wide smile. She was enjoying this.

His wife blurted out. "It's your husband's fault. He advised me to ..." Harry slapped her hard on the face when she wanted to expose him and she shrieked in pain. "Did you just slap me, Harry?" She asked him, holding her cheek. Harry looked into her eyes and recalled that she was a witch. He was scared, but his wife, who was not part of their cultism, did not see what he saw. "Yes, he slapped you. What will you do?" She inched closer to her, looked into her eyes, and asked her.

She told me with a friendly smile. 'LIkewise'. 'And this is Harry’s wife, Sarah, and their kids Duke, Emma and Piper'. I was more than surprised when Sarah stepped forward and pulled me into a hug. I automatically hugged her back and she pulled away. It wasn't awkward, just... unexpected. I looked up at Harry, after the conversation we had earlier about them being separated, it's nice to see them together now.