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Next to Jack's picture were tiny portraits of her, Catherine, and Ben Carter, their resolution pitifully low. “That’s outrageous!” Hailey screamed, her voice cracking with grievance. “Me! Hailey Sterling! The financial tycoon of Wall Street! The future fashion icon! Am I only worth this tiny little block of paper?!” She grabbed a (surviving) cushion and slammed it to the ground, as if it were her enemy. “And! Why did they photograph me like a just-woke-up otter?! Where’s my highlight?! Where’s my jawline?! Don’t these terrorists have any basic aesthetic sense?!”

A lot of possible scenarios came to my mind and I sat there for a while longer before I followed him outside. We decided to do some more hacking. And by that, I meant he was going to do the hacking while I was stalking Harry Styles, Shawn Mendes, or maybe even that Korean bulletproof boys that were so popular these days. I had seen them in Billboard Music Award and they looked so adorable. One, in particular, the main vocalist I gathered since he sang lots of parts of the song, had killer abs.

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

Harry used to control a lot of the press but now not so much. It is a big case and as he is a high profile person they are after him like a dog after a bone. It’s ridiculous. Harry won’t be meeting me outside of the hospital today as he has a lot of work to do. So I get an Uber home. Once I arrive I walk straight to the bathroom filling up the tub for a soaking session in the bath. I drop a bath bomb and put some music on. This is exactly what I need. My muscles relax as soon as the hot water touches my skin. I close my eyes and daydream about the life I can have with Harry.

I always wore a tie on my wrist so I used it to style up my hair in a low pony tail. I took two more puffs before I tossed the cigarette on the floor besides my leg and stomped on it. I watched as the little flames scattered before i turned to face Harry. His face was flustered from the cold. He must have a very sensitive skin. His blonde hair was brushed back and his black eyes bigger than ever. He wore a white T-shirt and fancy green knicker. His eyebrows were thick and he had long lashes with a well defined body that showed under his shirt. One could consider him as attractive

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.

And I could only giggle like a stupid star-struck teenager. Judah and Gabe left for their class, and I was about to head to my next class too when Hallee turned to me to give me the look. "What?" I asked her. "Nothing," she said meaningfully and grabbed her book bag, "Have fun at your... study date," she put a clear emphasis on that last bit. "Hallee!” I gaped at her excessive behavior. “It's just a normal study date, it’s nothing weird, I swear!" "Sure, and I'm Harry Styles's long lost child," she rolled her eyes sarcastically at me. "Just make sure you spill the tea later, sis,"

Reluctantly I stopped my hot tongues exploration of his sweet tasting mouth and moved slightly away allowing me to completely liberate him of his T-shirt and allow my captured dress to finally fall to my feet. He now bent his head down to me his hungry mouth seeking mine and finding it he pushed his tongue in deep and I sucked on it, my cunt now awash with fresh cunt fluids trickling down my leg, I almost laughed at the feel, one of Harry’s little jokes, when ever I reprimanded him on looking at a younger woman was that he just liked looking at younger woman but much preferred an older bird, as he was a firm believer that the older the hen the juicier the bird, going by the amount that had b

When other pages post fancy and envious lives of actors, this blog always posts deep or good secrets that are not known to fans. This blog might not post for days, but the fans' traction never decreases; instead, it increases with every post. After all, the blog has always posted truthful facts, unlike other blogs that post glamorous lives and lies. Currently, the blog's latest post pertains to Harry, Lune, and Oakley. Moreover, there are even videos backing it up as evidence. One of the videos shows Harry secretly taking pictures of Lune and Oakley from a distance. The other video shows Harry paying a poor friend to create a new account and post the pictures and videos Harry took.

So annoying! "Ugh, I almost forgot you're here," I jokingly said, which is partly true. "Yeah, understandable. Look how hot she is," Harry praised Stacey and looked at her with lustful eyes. I got irritated with his actions. "Stop looking at her!" I give her the tuxedo I removed a while ago and cover it to her body. I'm selfish with my snack so I don't want Harry to be looking at her and imagining things. Stacey is also wearing lingeries; part of her presentation, I guess.