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?


11. The best shade

My eyes fluttered open as I yawned. I sat up and my arms stretched out. In Harry's bed again. I remove the cover from my body as I began to hear piano playing. I looked to see the other half of the king sized bed empty. My feet slipped into my slippers as the beautiful music soothed my ears. I had on a tank top and shorts, but I was comfortable enough to not put on a robe. My feet padded against the ground as I opened the door. The music became louder, it was beautiful. I carefully made my way down the stairs. My feet not missing one as my right hand slid down the bar. As I reached the living room, I heard the piano loud and clear. I spotted Niall, and walked to him. "Where's Harry?" I asked. He smiled and replied, "Follow the music". I listened as it became closer and closer. I approached a door and I knew this was it. Slowly, I turned the handle and pushed it open. There sat a shirtless Harry upon a stool as his fingers explored the keys. I smiled, he was brilliant. I looked to see the initials CT on the piano's side. I walked over to a chair and sat as he played. He didn't notice me, but he soon stopped playing and turned around. "Oh, hello love. How long have you been there?" His deep rich accent rang. "Long enough to know you can play marvelous piano," I wrapped my arms around him. His arms held me tight. I noticed the CT once again. "What does CT stand for?" I spoke. Harry let go and turned to his piano. "Charlie. Charlie Tango," he answered. I looked to him, a confused look upon my face. "It's what I've named the piano darling," he laughed. "Oh, yeah I knew that," my cheeks reddened. "You're so cute," he kissed my cheek. "Now um, how about we hit the town today? Just you and me?" He asked. "Don't you have work?" I replied. "Liam Payne has my back today," Harry stated. "Oh. Well, I'll have to take a shower," I smiled. "Sure," he smirked and grabbed me hand. Okay I meant alone, but this is cool too.

He led me up the stairs and carried me into the bedroom. I giggled as he set me down and handed me my bag. "Niall washed your clothes," he smiled. I took them and walked into the bathroom. I closed the door and slid off my coverings. I stepped into the shower, the warm water massaging my body. I titled my head back and massaged my scalp, my hair getting wetter by the second. I heard the door open and I opened my eyes to see Harry's figure outside the curtain. He's never actually looked at me, fully naked before. You know, all of me. I was nervous. I'm insecure about every little thing. My hair, eyes, body, accent, even teeth. He won't love me anymore will he? A foot appeared in the opening and I quickly turned covering my front. Soon, Harry was in the shower, in back of me. The water still cascading down my body. I felt a pair of strong arms wrapped from behind me. "Harry," I pulled. "No," he held me tighter. "I want to see you. Every last bit," he spun me, revealing my most insecure places. I shut my eyes, not wanting to see his reaction. He held my arms to my sides, keeping me from hiding. "Wow. You're so gorgeous baby," he kissed my cheek. My eyes opened. "No, I'm not," I replied. I wasn't trying to get him to tell me I'm beautiful, like most girls do, I was literately telling him I'm NOT gorgeous. "Harley, you're the most perfect woman I've ever laid eyes on. And the day you see that, is the day you'll become even more beautiful," he grabbed me, and crashed his lips to mine. My hands ran through his soaked hair, now straighter than usual. The water around us, not breaking the kiss. Soon, we broke our kiss with a smile. "Now, let me wash your beautiful body," he whispered. He squirted soap in his hands and began to explore me. His forehead against mine, he stared into my eyes as he rubbed my body. I felt as he ran his hands against my groin, and making his way to my breast. My head laid against his shoulder as he let the soap wash off. He held me closer to him. "I'm glad yesterday wasn't the end of us," he whispered. "Me too," I spoke. "Your turn," he handed me soap bottle. I was nervous, but I squirted some into my hand. "Turn," I ordered. He did and I placed a hand on his side. I my hands down his thighs and made my way to his member. I gently ran my hand over it, I saw Harry bite his lip, so I simply kissed his neck. The water hitting us, I washed over his tattoos. Some looked so meaningless, but I knew they had to mean something. "Okay, turn," I instructed. He faced me and kissed me softly. I smiled.

Once we got out, Harry backed me against the wall. "Now that I've seen you, can I do a little damage?" Harry played with my towel. "You can't have sex everyday. But just keep your big member ready for after town. He'll be treated real nice babe".....

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