Young Harry Styles Novels & Stories

They were small and almost dense, fleeting that would go away like the wind. “It won't spoil the sun, it won't rain.” “Your Dylan O'Brien poster if it rains.” She negotiated the bet. I stopped my walk, looking at her in disbelief. “Not my poster.” He pursed his lips, swallowing an insult in my honor. “What about Harry Styles?” “Done, but…” I shook her hand, pulling her towards me, “if it doesn't rain you'll give me your Strange Things sweatshirt.” He released his hand from the deal, displaying his disagreement.

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

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.

Harry Lee stood up from his seat and bowed down his head while his hand was raised. He was an upright man, always stood straight, and wearing vintage and clear glasses. He was really tall, wearing a black coat and slacks, and he has these lips that were always pursing when he looks from one person to another. His jawline was so strong, and he looks really young for his age of fifty. He also has this tidy and brown hair like Hazi. "It was much of a pleasure, sir Sy! Thank you so much for your kind acceptance!" Harry said giddily and sat down quietly on his seat. He picked up one of the breadsticks and ate it while smiling.

Hazel picked out a jacket from her closet and put it on, "Okay, I'm sorry, but you have to go ... Lee will be here soon and I have to get ready." "You look nice," he commented. He was being truthful. She smiled, "Thanks." Marlon stood and pointed to the cardboard cutout by her bed, "Harry Styles ... I met him once at my dad's party in Goldstone ... cool guy." Just when she thought he couldn't make her feel any geekier. This guy had actually met the love of her life in person and probably had a casual conversation with him. When Harry seemed to be so out of reach for her, another being from another world. "Awesome," she murmured. She didn't want to go all fangirl crazy and ask him for the det

We stopped at a channel long enough to hear a name that stopped me in my tracks. Harry Joseman. My neck nearly snapped as I turned to look at the TV. Oasis TV was airing, the same news company we had met at Harry’s company the other day. Sure enough, Harry was on the screen, in an impeccably ironed navy green suit — a colour I had told him suited him best. His voice filtered from the TV, painfully familiar. “…because signing a deal with Harper is really one of my biggest wins. Myself and my team worked super hard on it, especially my girlfriend, Cassandra Indigo.”

Styles wasn't his surname, wasn't part of his name. “Sorry for not introducing myself, but I'm not Mr Styles.” he replied and he heard her laugh beautifully, making his heart flutter. “Ofcourse, I know who you are. I can recognize your voice, Mr Harry.” Ciara responded and he smiled a bit, grateful for the fact that at least, she knew who it was. “Why did you call me Mr styles?” His curiosity got the better of him, so he asked. “You know, Harry. Like Harry Styles.” she replied and he smiled. They had met only once, and she was already cracking jokes with him.

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.

The black suit he wore the shoes and his hair black to match and then his brown eyes were so dreaming he was looking like a real demigod right now and I just couldn't imagine myself without him ,he looked so breathtaking . When we arrived at the venue they welcomed us well but the flashlight and the reports made it really difficult for me to see. I just had to force MY way behind him to take more of everything . "Mr harry welcome to England ", "Mr harry you look good " "Mr harry is the woman with you hour pa " ."Mr harry is it true that you are dumping your fiance Kylie Bernardo " "Mr harry please say a word " "Mr Harry, why haven't you brought your family out ?"

“2019 Met Gala, Harry Styles.” “Who the fuck is Harry Styles?”