Harry Sweater Novels & Stories

Rhett asked with a smile. “Huh, huh.” Harry said, and he immediately hid the money. He looked around, as if he were trying to weigh the amount of information to give Rhett. "Check the park; he should be there. He's a tall, lanky wolf with a scruffy beard; he hadn't had the money to buy a damn shaving stick to cut off. Always wear a long, dirty coat, even when it's hot and harsh.” Rhett smiled. He got more than he asked for with just a few dollar notes. “Thank you. I appreciate it.”

Looks like they're back from their work. I strolled right by them and into the dining room. They looked serious with their work. While I was sipping my chocolate smoothie, Rose approached me and inquired, while displaying Harry's shirt, "Is this your tee? I haven't seen anything like this in your closet before. Did you buy it during the camp?" "That is not mine. It belongs to a friend of mine. I neglected to give it back to him." "Okay. I'll put it in the laundry." Rose left with that shirt.

I guess they made up for now. "Wait, is this for me?" I ask with a smile. Harry nods. "They're just little gifts, to get you more excited about going to work," he explains and gestures for me to approach. Of course, I don't hesitate for a second, "I picked everything out myself, for my girl." There are shoes, bags, and clothes here, even some House DeBlanc earrings. Everything has an ultra-feminine and cute vibe, so I totally believe Harry chose it for me because he always thinks pink is my thing for some reason. The way he sees me makes me feel things.

Harry asked. Wait, Harry is making a conversation with me! And I don’t know what to say. I kind of feel disgusted by myself as I’m just wearing a sweater and jogger shorts. If I would’ve know that I’ll be sitting beside Harry then I should’ve wear something more presentable. “It’s okay.” It’s almost a whisper. He nodded and put on his headset. I didn’t look away and watch his every move. He must’ve notice it beucase he looks at me.

Dwyne has a part in this ticket too. “That Harry Potter Book Collections, and that heart-shaped necklace, miss” Dwyne said to the counter lady. I was surprised when he picked what I want—the Harry Potter Book Collections. I can't help but looked at him with confusion. The woman gave what Dwyne said. “Thank you for coming, sir, ma'am” the girl said. Dwyne nod and smiled, but being a bitch me, I just rolled my eyes at her. “Oh, this is for you” Harvey said and handed me the necklace and the Harry Potter Book Collection.

It was a red Speedo swimsuit that was what an Olympic swimmer might wear. 'So this is what Jim bought for Harry...interesting.' Tracy thought. She held it up. 'Wow! That's a small suit for Harry. He's going to look huge in that little thing!' She took delight in her new understanding of Jim and how it translated to this funny bathing suit. "Here, put this on." Tracy tossed the suit to Harry who just walked back into the room. Harry looked at the suit and said "This isn't going to work, it's too revealing." Harry was smiling at the bathing suit thinking how it would barely hide his package. He actually thought Tracy was messing with him.

" I turn to see harry . SHIRTLESS. coming from the bathroom with his sweatpants hanging low and just now i realize that i have never seen him shirtless and he has a perfect rigged body. "Harry" I say after composing myself . " What is he doing here ? ..OOOh ! Claire, vas happenin' ?" he says with a smirk. "Ew. You pervert. His car got damaged so he is staying here for the night. Nothing's happening" "Oh i am sorry if i questioning you when i see my bestfriend with a shirtless guy - a hot one- in her bedroom." "Sure you are. " I say while rolling my eyes

After parting the curtain a little in an unnoticeable manner, Harry peeped to see if he could recognise anyone. At first, all he could see were three teenage boys in a hoodie. Later when he began to pick words from the conversation, he realised there was only a masculine in the trio; the others appeared to be feminine. This was vindicated when one pulled her hoodie off her head, and shaked her hair. It was a short bub, and Harry couldn't remember where he'd seen this person, but he was sure the face was familiar — he just couldn't place it right.

She had offered to wash both our plates. "Well, howdy, stranger." That scent and voice seemed so familiar. I turned to see piercing blue eyes on me. It was Harry, and he had his hair in a bun and was wearing a pair of sweatpants. I've never really had a thing for man buns, but he made them work. "Harry!" I exclaimed, genuinely pleased to see him. He was my first friend here—if he considers me a friend. "How have you been?"

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.”