Just A Little Bit Of Your Heart Harry Styles Novels & Stories

With my fists wrapped in tape wraps, I went to work on the punching bag, hitting and grunting, hoping that I could work out all my frustration and the calories before Dad returned. ** I turned my headset on and scrolled through my phone for the perfect playlist. Contrary to everything that happened in school earlier, my disappointment with Theo, Kendall’s threat and Leo and Lea’s … well, those two are just plain weird, I wasn’t in the mood to listen to something dark, so I pulled up my Harry Styles playlist and tapped play. Look, don’t call me cheesy. I love Harry Styles, and if you find that weird, then so be it.

"It's fine, I don't need an appointment after all. Thank you." I fled back to that cold apartment and collapsed on the sofa. A moment later, my phone started vibrating violently. Pack Net had exploded again. A high-resolution photo was trending everywhere. The headline read: "Spotted: The Dream Couple at a Michelin Star Steakhouse! Are Alpha Caspen and Miss Sterling Getting Back Together?" In the photo, Caspen and Victoria were sitting face-to-face at a prime window seat. Caspen was passing a perfectly cut piece of steak to Victoria's plate. An act he had never done for me.

I slide out off my seat, standing to my full height. He follows suit and the height difference between us now being noticeable. Damn basketball players. He gestures for me to lead the way, and I do, only to regret it when I almost smack into a chest. "Sorry," the person says, sidestepping me. " It's okay." I tell the guy, my eyes trailing up to his face. He's a tall guy with black styled, cut hair, light brown eyes, slightly crooked nose and a small nose ring. I watch his eyes move from me to Wesley, lingering more on Wesley and squinting a bit as if trying to figure him out.

Harold hummed in response and then it clicked in his mind,"Wanna join me in the practice match, today?" "Oh no, no, I don't play football." She quickly replied, knitting her brows in nervousness. "Oh god, this girl!" Harold mumbled to herself and then explained, "Who's asking you to play, darling?" "Huh?" The curly haired still didn't understand the proposal. "All you have to do is cheer my name and be hot while holding a towel and a water bottle for me." He chuckled before taking the last bite of his salad. "Actually, I would rather be Harry Styles's whore than be your bleacher." Gracie added jokingly.

"Why are you smiling? I know you have something on your mind." "Nothing. I'm just excited." "If that is the case, guess what?" I said. "What?" Ava asked. "You wouldn't believe it, Harry was here yesterday..." "To do what? How did he know you're around?" "I was surprised. It was only yesterday that my mum told me Harry always comes here to ask about me. He even gave me a VIP ticket to attend his club's final game." "And what is your response?" she asked. "I took the ticket, and he assumed I would come, but just like he broke my heart, I will disappoint him at that event."

[For God’s sake! I knew Klaus had helped in preparing everything. His reaction to my favorite One Direction song piqued my curiosity about who his accomplices were. Only a few people knew about my obsession with Harry Styles. I mean, it’s Harry. Do I need to explain myself? But answering slam book questions is not a regular occurrence in the world I live in. I tilted my head to the side, waiting for Klaus’ next move, and said, “I love this song.” I pressed my cheek on his chest, urging him to continue.

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

Her lips tipped up on one side just a little. Wyck searched her hazel eyes intently. "And what is that, Angel?" he asked almost hesitantly. Harper leaned forward, meeting his intensity with her own. She paused before declaring, "I am Team Brussels Sprouts. You've converted me. My life will never be the same." His eyes widened for a moment before he burst out laughing. Harper joined in and they soon had tears rolling down their cheeks. "Okay, stop! I can't breathe!" Harper wheezed, trying to rein in her mirth. She couldn't remember the last time she had laughed so hard. And over something so silly.

James shook his head. "I'm sorry… I know you'd be devastated if you saw his body, so I had him cremated." But he wasn't. He was just worried that I'd see our son's hollowed chest, missing a heart. I fought back my hatred as I stared at the lopsided bracelet on James' wrist. It was Stan's gift to him. James had often suffered from insomnia back then, so Stan learned how to make one of those Kabbalah bracelets and gave it to him.

he saw me and gave smile. dad: "enjoy.. come back soon.. " I nodded my head and went out... I saw Harry standing in front of his car and using his mobile.. I cleared my throat just to gain his attention.. he looked at me for few seconds... harry(hayden): "hi... you look beautiful in this dress.. " me: "thank you.. " putting my hairs behind my ears.. he opened the car door of front seat for me.. I sat.. then he came to driver seat and started the car.. I was nervous so I was slient.. harry broke the silence...