Two Shades Of Styles

When Harley Normand meets Harry Styles, she finds that there's two sides to this mysterious and seductive man. One of them is the sweet, caring man that she adores. But then there is also a dark side. I guess you could say his sexiest side, Harley wants him, but is afraid of the risk. Plus, with Harry being filthy rich, this would be all over the media. But when she finds Harry wants her just as much, will she give in? And will Harley be all that Harry's needs desire?


5. Oh Styles


                                         Beep Beep Beep Beep!!! I groaned as I awoke to the sound of the alarm set on my phone to 7:30 a.m. I sat up sleepily and grabbed the iPhone off the nightstand. "Gosh. It's too early. Shouldn't have set it that early," I mumbled to myself as I unlocked the screen. I noticed a red bubble pop up from the speech bubble indicating I received a message. I tapped the icon and saw where I had a text from no other than Harry. 

                                                           From:   Harry <3

                                             Hello! Good morning. Now I hear that

                                         you have your last class today so good luck

                                             with that. Anyways, remember to drop

                                             by after school so we can meet again.

                                             I sure would like to see you. Plus, did

                                                 you tell CEU you wanted to join?


                                               I smiled and then I remembered. I still have to call the university! I clicked off of the messages and called CEU. "Hello," Mr.Morris spoke. "Hello Mr. Morris, this is Harley Normand," I replied placing a strand of hair behind my ear and getting up from the bed. "Oh yes. Ms. Beautiful," he stated. I could basically feel him smiling. "Yes, anyway, I would like to inform you that I will be attending the university," I walked over to my closet, scanning for an outfit to wear to school. "Wonderful! We can't wait until you graduate and come here!" he cheered. "Okay.Thank you.Bye," I hung up awkwardly. I picked an outfit and sat on the bed. My arm extended toward the counter, grasping my phone.

                                                             To: Harry <3

                                              I'm getting into CEU!! I have to go.

                                             Schools starts in half an hour. Talk

                                                             to you later <3

                     My phone beeped as I got a message and I unlocked the screen.

                                                            From: Harry <3

                                               Okay. See ya beautiful. Love ya.


                                       3 hours later... *Last class. Social Studies*

                                                                   I sat in the plain desk. Bored out of my mind as the teacher blabbed on about his point of view to the Vietnam War. He was a veteran and usually always went on and on about how he fought in the war. I just sat in my desk beside Lizzy towards the back of the room. A girl named Makayla on my left. I felt my iPhone vibrate in my pocket. I slowly pulled it out, glancing at the teacher as he sketch out him and other soldiers on the chalk board. I unlocked the screen, a message from Harry popping up on the screen.
                                                           From: Harry <3
                                             What underwear are you wearing?
                                                                 What the hell?! Why would he ask me that when I'm in class and he's running a multi million dollar enterprise. I glanced back up to see the teacher writing words using Vietnam dialect. I texted him quickly. 
                                                              To: Harry <3
                              Why the hell would you ask me such a private question?!
                                             A note slid onto my desk from Liz..  

                                           Are you texting Harry?? aww.. haha!   

                                                                  I wrote her back quickly, staring to the front of the room as I passed it to her.

                                    Yes. He asked me what underwear I was wearing!!!

                                                                 I heard her gasp as she read my reply. My cell phone vibrated as I glanced down to it sitting on my lap.
                                                               From: Harry <3

   My mind is just thinking of your irresistible body against mine. I'm full of surprises Ms. Normand ;)
                                                            Wow. He's already thinking of me in that way? I'd never seen this side of him. But something told me it was a rough side of him. Wanting me like not many before him. My cheeks flushed as I texted him back. 
                                                                  To: Harry <3
                 I'm full of surprises also Mr. Styles. So. Black lace. Wanna try them on? 
                                                                 I giggled and set the phone down on my lap, waiting for a reply. Makayla glanced over at me as she overheard my giggle. She noticed the cell phone and I noticed a boy closely sitting beside her. He looked British Pakistan. "I know. You got to chat up somebody while that man of boredom up there is talking," she whispered. "Yeah. He's a total snooze fest," I replied. "We'd better pass notes. Mr. I was in the military so I'm God will keep us in class if we keep talking," she passed me a post it note. I nodded as I read what was on the note. 
                                                    Who are you texting?
                                                                     I scribbled down an answer and slid it onto her desk.
                                                       My boyfriend! :)))
                                                                    She smiled and jotted something down. She handed it to me and I read it.
         I'm talking to my boyfriend Zayn Malik beside me. What's your boyfriend's name?
                                                                     I was nervous to answer as I scribbled his name.
                                   Harry Styles. The owner of Styles Enterprises.
                                                                    I handed the post it to her and her her gasp. She quickly jotted down a reply. She threw the note at me and I picked it off the floor.
                                   Oh my God!! You lucky bitch!! He's rich as fuck!!

                                                                      I laughed as my phone vibrated. I unlocked the screen.

                                                            From: Harry <3

                I don't wanna try them on. I wanna get them off of you and try you on. Talk dirty to me.. ;)     

                                                               To: Harry <3   

                               You can have me Harry. I'm all yours. Get inside me.:}



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