Novel & Cerita Harry Styles X Reader

I messaged it to know who the hell she was. “Yeah! I’m so handsome in that. As always.” He sent it with a wink emoji. I rolled my eyes looking at his reply. I texted “The girl beside you is dominating you. You wouldn’t even get noticed beside her.” “What? You must be kidding.” – Harry. “No. I’m not. Who is she? Your girlfriend?” I texted. “Oh Stella! I have a princess as my girlfriend. Why would I go for other girls?” – Harry.

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

I stopped right in my tracks when I found two guys talking but as soon as they noticed me, they stopped talking. "Hey," One of them spoke, "Im Zayn." He smiled and walked towards me. He had brown messy hair, lots of tattoos and piercings. He was indeed hot. "Alexia." I returned the smile. "Ohhhhh," The other guy spoke, "The assassin." He had brown hairs, lots of tattoos but no piercing. "Yeah," I replied, "The assassin." "Im Harry." He winked at me as i looked at him in a disgusted face.

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

Hunter crossed his arms in front of his chest and looked at me annoyed. I ignored him and turned the cover. Harry Potter and The Chamber of Secrets. "Well, this is a secret, alright. I didn't know you're a Harry Potter fan." Hunter took a few steps and took the book from me. "You know nothing about me." He opened the book, flipped through the pages until he found the page he was reading. "I know you for a year now. I think I know one or two things about you. One of it is that you don't read, especially a book." I picked up the bottle of beer from the ground and took a sip.

He looks impressed, “Your mom tells me that you love reading. What’s your favorite book?” I glance at Mom, her face turning pink while Lacey looks down at her plate and starts eating. “I like E.L. James, Carly Phillips, Harper Sloan, and Nora Roberts. I’d happily curl up with any one of their books.” He frowns, “I’ve heard of Nora Roberts, but haven’t read any of her books, the others I can’t say I’ve ever heard of them.” “Oh you’d have heard of E.L. James, she wrote Fifty Shades Of Grey.” Lacey pipes up, and I watch in amusement as Harrison’s face falls as he realizes exactly what Fifty is all about. “What about you, Mr. Brady, do you read?”

“Something she’s not? Did you not read what was written on them, Trent. She’s stalking you. Clearly, the cowgirl here has some mental issues.” “So you’re admitting you read them?” Trent asked “Yeah, I read them. So what?” “So what is that wasn’t Mel’s words you were reading, but my friend here,” Trent told her. On cue, Harry pulled over a chair and sat down. He looked nothing like the easy-going guy as usual. His face was twisted into an icy scowl that made even Trent a little wary. “You see he’s a writer working on a book but he wasn’t too sure about it so he passed the manuscript to me to read and seeing as it was in a woman’s point of view I asked him if he minded I let Mel read them to

he opens the door for me. "Thankyou, but you didn't need to do that ,i could have done it myself" i say " well, chivalry isn't quite dead yet" he replies with a smirk "Oh really! Mr. harry styles" i say with a smirk "yes m'lady , besides my mama taught me quite the manners" "good for you mr. styles " i say in a crappy british accent which makes him laugh "what?" i ask. " You are clearly not british so where were you born?" he says with an amusing smile

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.

“You’re so beautiful, Rynna.” “You are pretty handsome too, Mr. Skip. I like your hair because guys usually don’t keep their hair long.” She reached out to touch his hair. “I like Harry’s, but he cut his hair short though.” “Who is Harry, sweetheart?” I could feel the curiosity in Skip’s voice. “Harry Styles from 1D.” “Huh! Well, Rynna. Mr. Skip’s hair is quite better than Harry’s, yeah?” Skip used his thick Londoner accent, making Rynna giggled more.