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?


1. Hello. Mr.Styles

                             I was in my closet examining my clothing for something decent to wear.Today was the day I had to turn in my paper to the head executive of the writing school I wanted to attend. I had always loved writing. It's my passion. Thank God. I finally found an outfit. I pulled my tank top over my head and threw it in the hamper. I picked up the white t-shirt I picked out and put it on. I unbuttoned my jeans and let them fall to the ground. I pulled my feet out of the jeans and managed to get into a black layered skirt. I pulled a blazer over my t-shirt and went into the bathroom to fix my hair. I forced my brush through my uncontrollably natty brunette hair. My roommate, Lizzy, appeared in the mirror. "Can I ask of a favor?" she yawned. Damn. "Depends," I kept running the brush through the tangled waves of my hair. "I have to go see my boyfriend, Louis, at 1:00 and my meeting with the head of the school paper at 1:15 but Louis wants me with him for an hour, so can you go to the meeting for me?" she asked. "Why?" I whined." Because, well, please," she begged. "Can't Louis wait?" I walked to the bed and grabbed my purse. "No. If I do, he'll punish me," she looked down. "Punish you, what do you mean?" my curiosity took over. "If I take a rain check, next time I see him, he'll spank my ass sore with a belt," she explained. "Really?" I asked. She nodded. "Fine I'll go. Whom do I ask for?" I gave in. "Oh thank you, thank you. thank you! Um, I have too see, Mr. Harry Styles," she answered. "Okay. Well, I have to turn in my paper to Cheshire England University for writing at 3:00 pm so how long is the meeting going to take?" I asked. "Well, I would say around 30 minutes. Here are some questions I wanted to ask him. Thanks again," she handed me some index cards. I looked at my watch.12:53 pm. Damn. "Liz, you have to go! It's like 7 minutes until you have to be with Louis!" I panicked. "Shit," she put her shoes on and rushed out of the door. I slid my kitty cat flats and grabbed my purse. I left the dorm and walked out of the school to my car. I started the engine and backed out of the parking lot. I turned on the radio to hear my favorite song playing.

               I can't live without you, I can't live without you baby. I can't live without you, I can't                                                           live without you baby, mmm, baby.

Of course I sang along. I picked up the phone when it starting ringing. "Is this Harley Normand?" a lady asked. "Yes it is. May I ask whom I am speaking to?" "This is Eleanor Bankings. I am an employee at Styles Enterprises. Lizzy Connell has informed me that you would be filling in for her at a meeting with Mr. Harry Styles. Is this correct?" she replied. "Yes, I will be filling in for Ms. Connell at the meeting," I informed her. "Okay thank you for your time. See you later. Have a wonderful day," she hung up. "Damn. That bitch sounded sophisticated," I laughed to myself. I looked at the time. 1:09 pm. Shit! I sped up and drove towards the Styles Enterprises building. When I arrived, I stood in front of a steel glass 4 story building. I walked into the building and went to the front desk who was seated by a lovely young brunette. Her suit was fitted perfect and her high heels fit her ankles greatly. She looked immaculate. "Hello. Welcome to Styles Enterprises. How may we help you?" she beamed. "Yes I'm here to see Mr. Styles. Harley Normand for Lizzy Connell," I replied. "Oh yes. Have a seat darling Mr. Styles will be with you in a moment" I sat in the black leather chair. Great. I always hated one on one meetings. I'd rather be in a group setting so I could just shy out in the back and not say anything. I look through the index cards Lizzy gave me to keep myself occupied while I wait. All the sudden, the door opened. "So, a futbol match this weekend, Mr. Styles?" a man called back into the room. I didn't hear a response. He smiled at me and then left the building. "Mr. Styles will see you now," another young brunette opened his office door. I walked in. A man who was young, very young, stood up in front of me. He was a very beautiful man. His suit fit his body perfectly and his green eyes were mesmerizing. He had a mop of brunette curls atop his head that made you just want to touch them. "Hello are you Ms. Connell?" his deep voice rang through my ears like a song. How could I have just met him and already he has a surprising affect on me? "Um, no. She couldn't make it today.I'm Harley. Harley Normand," I shook his hand. I felt something go off as soon as our fingers touched. Probably was a shock. I wonder if he felt it too. "Well, Ms. Normand, I'm Harry Styles," he introduced himself.


Join MovellasFind out what all the buzz is about. Join now to start sharing your creativity and passion
Loading ...