Isn't She Lovely Harry Styles の小説・ストーリー

She ran down the stairs and almost steamrolled through the driver, making him laugh. It was a short car ride, and she was shocked to find that they had arrived in Goathland. Wearing a pair of khaki corded shorts and a loose white shirt was Harry. He stood holding a wicker basket that had a blanket folded on top of it. His smile beamed when she stepped out of the car, “You came. It fits. You look beautiful. Happy Birthday,” he gushed. “Thank you. You look very handsome,” she told him.

His eyes fall on Halsey and he’s completely speechless. She’s wearing a soft pink dress which is complimenting her petite figure. She doesn’t have any makeup on but her skin is almost glowing. Her hair is let loose and she only clasped a pink bobby pin on one side of her hair, parting her locks to her right. He gulps as he gazes at Halsey, her soft beauty making him go crazy. His eyes also fall on her smooth and shapely knees which are gonna attract a lot of attention from other men.

Nails that have been colored silver and will now be decorated with small white gems. From this morning Brisa has been carrying out various preparations for her happy day which will be held in two days. In two days, Brisa will marry her lover, whom she has been in love with for a year. "Del, is there a problem? Why do you look like a mess like this?" Brisa smoothed Delmar's disheveled hair. Delmar doesn't usually look like that. Delmar is the type of man who really cares about his appearance. Delmar took Brisa’s hand from her head. "Bri, do you really love Juan?"

Arosh gradually checked Harry: he was simply peering through the window out. She watched him cautiously; from head to toe … .she thought it was practically great. He has smooth skin, excellent body, delightful hair and he is truly attractive! So that is the reason, numerous ladies like him. As Arosh watched Harry subtly, she thought imagine a scenario where Harry loved her. Harry unexpectedly went to her and feigned exacerbation, as though it was hoping to inquire as to why she. Be that as it may, Arosh actually had no response, so Harry just grinned at Arosh and just gazed at her.

You and I We don't wanna be like them We can make till the end Nothing can come between You and I Not even the gods above Can separate the two of us I hummed softly along and he looked over at me. "Big fan,huh?" "No, just one of them." I pulled over into the parking lot. "Who's this unlucky guy?" "One, he's not unlucky. Two, it's Harry." We walked towards my locker. "Harry Styles?" "No," I rolled my eyes at him. "Harry Potter." "Haha, really funny." He said as I slammed my locker shut. I turned on my heels and coffee spilled on my shirt. Way to start Friday morning. "Watch the hell where you're going." The voice barked.

She's extremely beautiful and cute. Who could not stare at her? Today she had her long hair down, which flowed to her mid-back in chocolate waves. She had applied a light layer of makeup. It kind of disappointed me because she looks stunning without it. I don't understand why girls hide their faces with makeup. They look beautiful just the way they are. Her body was covered by a black hoodie that had a wolf's head on the back and leggings hugged her legs. It amazed me how she managed to look beautiful without even trying.

Harry informed me and I gritted my teeth. “What do you think about her now?” I asked Harry in a low tone. My heart skipped a beat when I thought about her again. Her face was more beautiful when I last saw her. Her hair was no longer messy. Her long black locks were silky and tied in a neat bun. Her skin was glowing and her eyes were no longer gray.

His hair was hiding his eyes and she couldn't control it anymore She touched his hair lightly, she was sure he was asleep by now as he wasn't even moving. She gently pushed his hair out of his eyes, but before she could take a second to admire how beautiful he was, he opened his eyes. They were blue. Ice blue. They were beautiful. It was as if they held magic in them. They were attracting her towards him in a way that it was hard for her to oppose the force. It felt like those eyes held the most heartbreaking stories and scars. They were the eyes of a person who'd been through enough to last a lifetime.

The wardrobe door opened and Harley came in wearing a kind of ripped white tank top with pink tartan skirt, with dangly pink earrings, a few flower hair clips and lipgloss, she looked ready for the party with strap white sandals. "Ready to go?". She asked. I nodded. "Sure". "Wait, let me style your hair". She had me sit and then she styled my hair amazingly making me look unrecognizable in the mirror. She had put a little make-up on my face too. After a while, we were done and we went downstairs. I walked carefully on my stilettos so I won't fall down on the marble tiled stairs. "And Voilà". She said dramatically as we got down.