Harry Sweater Novels & Stories

What the fuck happened to that? “B-but –!” he spluttered, “We match!” “No, you don't. You two looked like you're going to a fucking funeral with all that black like it was some inside joke and it's not even funny!” Harry complained, tossing a dark blue hoodie his way, “Wear this instead and look like Jack Frost!” He grunted, “Why do I have to look like Jack Frost?” “Well, duh!” Harry stuck his tongue out, “Because he’s hot!”

Lia said with a big, assuring smile. I decided to beleive her and followed her down to the large living room. The first person my eyes searched for was Harry and I found him easily, but he has not seen me arrive. Just as planned, he had worn a black longsleeve shirt and had a matching black jacket over his fitted shirt. There were gold chains around his neck that matched with mine and the few buttons of his shirt undone helped to display little skin of his chest. Harry looked so hot, sitted composedly on one of the couch, his focus on my dad as he listened intently to him but his gaze was still so cold, it could almost scare off a child.

“Uncle Levi, hu hu hu, can you help me find my mother? Hu hu hu… Harry is worried about you, do you not need Harry anymore?” Harry cried harder and harder, tears streaming down his face, drenching Carwyn Levi's expensive Armani suit. Carwyn Levi gently stroked Harry's watermelon head and gently comforted them: "Good Harry, it's not that I don't need you." Harry raised his head, his big, alert eyes now swollen and red, "Then why won't you come back? Has she been taken away by the bad guys?" Carwyn Levi's whole body froze.

Harry scooted himself up to the pillows and put his arms behind his head as he watched Saint pull off his leather pants, for one the mint haired boy didn’t go commando like normally though his underwear still clung to his ass and thighs. “You didn’t seem to be complaining when I had you under me this morning,” he said and wiggled his eye brows. Brown eyes rolled as Saint slipped on a simple white tee shirt and a pair of black shorts. He took off his beanie and tossed it off onto the dressed and hung up his hoodie. “Well I’m complaining now,” he said. “But come on,” whined Harry, “we never get to sleep together. We get watched like a hawk back home and we aren’t even allowed to share the same

Alice POV I was in shock when I saw Harry appear in front of me wearing ripped jeans. Adidas trainers and a white t-shirt. His t-shirt hugged his muscles showing of the perfection under the fabric. He put a baseball cap on and we walked out of the bedroom. We walked past the press unnoticed which made me happy. I don’t know how to react in front of them.

if Sarah were to wear these clothes that barely hide anything, I’d fucking put bandages on the whole world’s eyes, perhaps carve them out for good. They cannot see her, no they can’t. “I guess her goggles covers more than her clothes do” Harvey spoke and we stood up walking outside. --- “Look you’ll buy clothes that are made for women, not children” I heard Harvey say while my eyes were fixated at Sarah who was looking around. I walked with her as she took each step gradually with care, I knew she wouldn’t take the initiative to buy something and I had to do something in order to lift her mood up.

She began thinking how to come out from the mess but found no way to avoid this marriage. “Dear sweet lord, please help me. Show me any path. What should I do?” Mr and Mrs Steve came forward to welcome the groom’s family. For a moment there was a pin drop silence. Caroline knots on her dupatta as this nervousness is killing her from inside. Everyone got stunned seeing Harry in routine clothes. He is not wearing his wedding attire that he is supposed to wear. Both Mr Alexander steve and Mrs Jones Steve exchange glances confusingly. “Harry, Why are you not wearing the clothes sent by us” With an evil grin, he walked past them, leaving them puzzled and dashed toward the altar where his beautifu

As such, she replied casually, “It’s nothing. You’re welcome.” “Then…” Harry smiled half-heartedly, and his cold and picturesque brows seemed to be tinged with a scarlet hint. There was a glint in his eyes, and even his low and pleasant voice also seemed very compelling. “In that case, do you want me to wear it for you to see, honey?” Sienna pricked up her ears, and she keenly caught his point. Wear it? Did she buy something that needed to be worn? Sienna was stunned for a moment. She grabbed the shopping bag on the table and took out the contents. When she saw the three underwear, her brain instantly shut down!

“Yeah. Yesterday I saw a light blue sweater among the clothes you were hanging to dry, that's ours! My aunt said her employer gave her money to buy a few sweaters for her man.” “I also wanted to ask you, how is our sweater? If your man finds it comfortable to wear, next time you come, I'll give you a 30% discount.” Harmonia recalled yesterday, and there was indeed a light blue sweater for men, but that was brought by Penny. She saw that the woman seemed very certain, and since she sold the sweater, it was impossible for her not to recognize it. Could it be that Mac wanted to buy a sweater from the village, or could it be that the owner of the sweater was someone else?

Ordinary people would not be able to earn the clothes they wore even after working for their entire lives. Harvey’s sweatshirt made him stick out like a sore thumb in a place like this…