What Colour Is Harry Styles Eyes Novels & Stories

Letisha Heast Carter My eyes fixated on him with an unwavering gaze, captivated by the peculiar blend of features that unfolded before me. His raven-hued locks shimmered like obsidian beneath the gentle embrace of the ambient light. But it was the audacious contrast of his eyebrows, resplendently dyed in a daring shade of blonde, that truly caught my attention, defying the conventions of conventional aesthetics. Intrigued, I couldn't help but ponder the enigmatic essence that emanated from his unique appearance.

“The eye shape, colour? Can you remember?” I nodded. The vivid image of the eyes flashed in my brain. “Almond eyes. But regular wolf amber.” He took the note. “Did you see the hair, what does his style look like, colour?”

Kira has a head full of dark chestnut-brown curls, laced with butterscotch-colored highlights, big ocean blue-green eyes, and the same golden honey color wrapped around her pupils. Then there's me, and I also had dark chestnut brown hair, but as I've grown older, my hair has lightened into a bright, wavy auburn-red. My eyes are bright emerald green with mom's golden honey color wrapped around my pupils. My right eye is paler than my left because half of it is that same icy silver-green color my sisters have, and it goes unnoticed in my eyes unless you look very closely. No one knows where the silvery-green or emerald-green in our eyes comes from. Our dad’s eyes are ocean blue-green, very sim

Harry points to Bastian. I want to tell my son that Bastian is no one, but his little hand on my face has me smiling. Harry pulls away from me and walks up to Bastian. I get to my feet, wanting to grab my son and pull him away—however, Harry yanks on Bastian’s hand. Bastian crouches down. I watch as they stare at each other, and I wonder what Harry is looking for. I notice Bastian’s eyes cloud over a beautiful deep blue colour. Then my eyes widen when I see Harry’s do the same, but his eyes are a shade lighter. Mum’s eyes lock with mine, and she shrugs.

We all sit there in horrified silence, no one quite knowing what to say. Finally, Harry is the one to speak up. “Well, they don’t look EXACTLY like you. They all have long, black hair. Your hair is blue. Although it does look black unless you’re in the daylight. They also all have blue or grey eyes, your eyes are very different, so they couldn't match that…” He trails off, his false optimism fading as he reasons away his own arguments. His face falls as he gives up trying to reason away what we all know.

Since they dared ‘touch’ his Prince, the man had every right to ask for compensation. “Well things didn’t go exactly as planned,” a hooded figure had his eyes glued to Lam’s figure as he slowly mumbled. His eyes were the only things that could be seen, but their color was so striking that anyone who saw them would be filled with unexplained terror. His eyes were blood red! Not blue, not green, not brown, not black and definitely not yellow. His eyes were entirely red in color. There was no clear distinction between the pupil, the iris or the sclera. They were all one, and they shared the same color.

She looks stunning. Her eyes are so big and perfect. I love their unique color, brown with a spot of blue. The blue isn't a dark blue. It is light. It's like an open window viewing the blue sky in a sea of brown. Her hair has gotten longer. I wish her sandy waves were spilling down her back like they usually did but having her hair up gives me a clear view of her face. She is wearing a thick black hoodie, jeans, and plain sneakers, but she looks like a queen.

He looked a bit stronger today, a bit more muscular. Does he work out? Of course, he does l mean he looks like he goes to an underground fight almost every day. All l can see are his eyes, there is a small scar just above his left eye. It is not deep, just a scratch. He has uniform-green eyes; one would argue his eyes are grey but they are not. They are layers of green, uniform green to be exact; the green drifts a bit into grey but after looking at him you will eventually end at a conclusion that he has green eyes.

I noticed Brandon had hopped out as well and followed me, a strange look coming over his face. "Claire..." Brandon trailed off, looking uneasy. As the sun was beginning to set, I noticed his eyes for the first time. While his shaggy hair is a sandy blonde color, his eyes weren't the typical hazel color I had been used to. As the sun hit his eyes, I could see the flecks of green that swirled beneath them, also tinged with a warm caramel color. The small scar above his upper lip seemed to stand out as he bit on his bottom lip.

"Yes, I have. When you would come over, I'd sit on the couch and pretend to watch the television but really, I'd just stare at the way the light danced off you as you concentrated so hard on those damn bills." "Oh…" I whispered. "What else do you find this average?" he prompted. "My eyes." "Yes… brown you called them. They aren't, you know?" "They're not?" "No, your eyes are hazel. You may not see the green and gold in them, but I do. They turn this bright green when you get pissed or scared. Or they soften to gold when you're… let's say happy," He ended in a wink that told me what he really meant by that.