What Colour Is Harry Styles Eyes Novels & Stories

"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.

he calmly replied to me now. "Told ya!" I drawled, tapping my finger on the steering wheel. I stopped the car at the red signal, " We are almost there. Take left from the signal." Harry said. His blue eyes were fixed on someone. He was looking f*****g calm as he was glancing at heaven. ' His blue eyes reminded me of my father. Both have the same eyes. No one can say after seeing them together that he is adopted. I haven't seen him staring at someone with affection and care. Only saw him glaring at our enemies.'

His gaze lingered on me for a moment longer than necessary, a mischievous glint in his eyes. Alex wasn't just handsome, he had a presence that commanded attention. His dark brown hair, sprinkled with a touch of silver that only added to his charm, was styled in a way that was both modern and sophisticated. The crinkling at the corners of his eyes when he grinned hinted at laugh lines earned through years of genuine joy. His eyes themselves were a warm brown, the kind that seemed to hold a wealth of stories and experiences.

All I did was roll my eyes. Sensing the confusion on my face he took a step towards me then lower his head so we were height to height and I'm staring into his dark blue or blue dark eyes, I have never seen that type of eye colour before, I mean it's so dark with blue highlights and when he gets angry, there is the colour gold in them. *strange* but he is a monster after all. How could I forget that? Maybe because he was so freaking hot, what you call sex on a stick if such a word exists.

For little Miss Camy to have so much faith in me was… Well, I didn’t know how to handle it, so I found myself just staring at her as she went on about my fucking eye color. “They’re usually a lighter, golden brown. More of an orange-red-yellow really. Like a deep citrine. But now they’re just flat bullshit brown.” God, I didn’t know what to do with her intense scrutiny of my eyes either. It was causing this strange pressure to bloat in my chest, which was overwhelming and slightly uncomfortable. I’m pretty sure I wasn’t a fan. She needed to stop seeing so much of me.

And he was most definitely not Earnest. He was tall, with a lean, almost predatory grace, dressed in a dark, tailored suit that seemed to absorb the light. His hair was araven black, slicked back from a sharp, angular face. But it was his eyes that held me captive – a piercing, unsettling shade of emerald green, so unlike the warm, sky-blue of Earnest’s. They were cold, calculating, and unnervingly familiar. A shiver, not of cold but of a primal unease, traced its way down my spine.

GRACE Whatever trance he had found himself in broke just as fast as he fell into it. He was quick to catch me up again, matching my stride as best as he could, "No-one has ever mentioned my eyes before." I shrugged, "So no-one finds it weird that they're purple sometimes and a honey brown others." "Yours turn obsidian at times and then they turn to this bluish gray," he pointed out. It made me feel a little less awkward that I had put so much time into analyzing his eyes because clearly he did the same.

~Jada I’m not an easily intimidated girl. Never have been. But no one has induce a cold chill across the surface of my skin like the woman in front of me. Her eyes are a steely, intense hazel. Usually hazel is a warm, inviting colour. Not in this case. Her dark hair is pulled away from her face, revealing the sharp facial structure created by her jaw and her cheekbones. I don’t know what hole she crawled out of, but it’s clearly a very immaculate one.

Harmonia intervened naturally. Maria nodded repeatedly. Harmonia then looked at Monica and asked, “Monica, what did you want to show me?” Monica regained her composure and swiped on Monica’s tablet immediately. “Monia, which of these hair colors do you think looks the best? Can you help me decide?” Harmonia took a look. Red, yellow, purple, green, blue, and gray, were all mixed together. At first glance, it looked like the ‘emo goth’ style.

Her long black hair spread out onto his arms, covering the pillow. Her eyes as she stared into his was that of a very light hazel-brownish. It was such a light brown, that when the sunlight shines on them, they appeared yellowish. His eyes was a lot darker than hers, but in his eyes. He could only see her and that smile she had for him.