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?


12. On The Town

"Harry, which blouse?" I held out my arms, revealing a black blouse with white hearts and a blue blouse with a pink 'H' on the front. "Blue one. This 'H' obviously stands for Harry," he smirked and held my waist. "Yeah because Harley doesn't start with H," I poked his chest. He held me tighter and pressed his lips to mine. "Harry my towel is slipping," I giggled. "Let it," he replied in his raspy, deep, and sexy British accent. I wrapped my arms around his neck and tangled my fingers in his hair. The kiss deepened as Harry's towel fell to the ground. Mine slipping more and more. Harry broke our heated kiss and whispered, "Jump". I grabbed his shoulders firmly and jumped to wrap my legs around his waist. Tease him. The kiss got even more heated as my towel slid to the ground. As our chest pressed to each other, I smirked upon his lips. I disconnected from him and grabbed the towel. I wrapped it around myself and grabbed my blouse and shorts. "Wait until we get home love," I kissed his cheek and hurried into the bathroom. A knock on the bathroom door soon followed. "You're gonna get it," Harry's voice rang. I laughed and slid my under wear and shorts on. With my shorts and bra on, I grabbed my blouse and entered the bedroom. "Harry, do you think this bra is gonn-" My eyes fell on him, he'd only be wearing a t-shirt and blue jeans. I'd never seen him like that. It was so amazing. I was mesmerized. "Harley?" He chuckled. "What?" I snapped out of it. "What were saying about your bra?" He smirked and came closer. "Would it show too much? I mean it is pink and this blouse is kinda see through," I explained. "It's fine honey, the 'H' is pink so it's not gonna look stupid," he smiled. "I guess you're right," I slid into the blouse. "See, you look perfect," he kissed. "Whatever. Uh, Niall still here?" I asked. "Yeah, came in while you were in the bathroom changing. Lunch is ready," Harry grabbed my hand and led me downstairs.

Niall appeared at the foot of steps. "Ni!" I hugged him. "Hi Harley!" He smiled. "So what's for lunch?" Harry asked him. "Chicken tenders, mashed potatoes, and pasta. Sorry it's childish. My wife only shows me how to cook for Augustina. And she's two so," He rubbed the back of his neck. "Niall, those are my favorite!!!" I hugged him again. "You know I could've cooked something, you didn't have to," I stated. "It's fine. I wanted," he replied. "Harry isn't he great?" "Yep. So great, I'm giving you a raise," he patted Niall on the back. "Re- really sir?" Niall's eyes went wide. "Yes Niall, really. You know what, I'll throw in 7 paid days off. How's that?" Harry smiled. It was so sweet, and I ran to kiss him. "Won't those count against my vacation days?" Niall questioned. "Nope. Consider it a gift for all the hard work you've put in around here," he replied. "W- wow. Thank you sir," he thanked. "Please, call me Harry," he shook Niall's hand. "Wow. It got real," I said as Harry left the room. "Thanks Harley," Niall hugged me. "What for?" I laughed. "This is the happiest Mr. St- Harry, has been since I met him. Thank you," he explained. I quickly pecked Niall's cheek and told him goodbye as he began his vacation. I entered the kitchen and suddenly was blocked by Harry. "Wow babe, you almost knocked me over," I patted his toned chest. "You should know better than to have the liking of another married man," he growled. "What?! Harry don't be ridiculous, we are really good friends and THAT'S ALL," I tried to clarify he was my only. "Really? Then what's with the kiss?" He crossed his arms. "Harry it was a friendly peck on the cheek. Stop being so jealous, I even do that with Liz," I reached for his cheek. "Harry I only love you," I spoke. "I'm not jealous," he turned. "Uh, yeah, that's what you were acting like," I told. "No. I've never been jealous and I never will be jealous," he turned to me. "Okay, whatever you say," I smirked and sat at the counter. "What's that supposed to mean?" He sat directly in front of me. "Oh I'm just saying you've never been in love before..." I played with my potatoes. "Yeah, so?" He looked to me. "You've never been in love before so you don't know what it's like to be jealous. But you're in love with me, right?" "Madly," he grabbed my hand from across the counter. "Well then you just got jealous for the fir- second time," I smiled. "Second?" He looked confused. "Do you remember last night? The club incident?" I asked nervously. I remembered the punishment I got afterwards. "Yeah," he replied. "You were jealous," I stated. "So that's what being jealous feels like? Man that sucks. I had all I wanted as a kid so I never got jealous," his thumb rubbed my palm. "I love you Harry," I smiled at him, his green eyes sparkling. "I love you too," he whispered.

It was 1 hour and 30 minutes later. Harry and I walked through the mall hand and hand, window shopping. "Honey, I like those sneakers right there, do you?" He pointed to a pair of Jordan's. "You? Sneakers?" I asked. "I have a life outside the office," he put his arm around me. "Yeah, when I arrived," I teased and ran into Shoe Dept. "Harry, £150. Really?" I looked to him, wondering why in the world he's looking at shoes of that price. "Damn. That cheap?" He grabbed them and looked them over. I just stood there confused on how in the world those were cheap. He put the shoes into the box and looked toward the line. "Wow," was all he could say. "You wait here. I have to go to the bathroom anyway," I kissed his cheek and left the store. I was making my way to the ladies room when a piece of black lingerie caught my eye. I smirked and ran into Victoria's Secret. I grabbed a piece from the rack and got to the cash register. "Have fun," the cashier smiled as she handed me my bag. I then ran from Victoria's Secret to the bathroom. After using the bathroom I grabbed the lingerie from the Victoria's Secret bag and shoved it at the bottom of my Rue 21 bag, throwing the other bag away. I finally ran back into Shoe Dept. to find Harry paying. "Hi honey," I put an arm around him, heavily breathing. "Is the bathroom that far away?" He laughed. I nodded. "He held me tightly and grabbed his bag. "Let's go," he smiled and I walked along beside him, hand in his. "Where to?" He asked. "Anywhere is fine," I replied. "Home?" He kissed my cheek softly. "Sounds wonderful," I put my arm around his torso as his went around my neck.

"I love that guy!" I shouted as I sat upon Harry's lap watching stand up comedy. "He's hilarious," Harry laughed. I loved it when Harry laughed. "I'm gonna put my pyjamas on," I stood up and pecked his lips. I grabbed my bag and trotted up the stairs and into the bathroom. I slipped out of my sundress and into the black lace lingerie. Which, if I do say so myself, made my breasts look amazing. I put on the little black robe and tied it in the front. I walked out of the bathroom, and made my way down the stairs to the sound of Harry's laughter. I stood behind the couch. "Tired babe? Hope not," I whispered into his ear. I walked around the couch and sat beside him, showing my attire. He looked over and froze. "W-wow," he placed his hand on my side as I stood to my knees. "Surprise baby," I smirked. He untied my robe and slid it to the floor. His hands trailed down my arms. "Gorgeous," he whispered. "Enough talking. Come here," I pushed against the couch and smashed my lips to his. It was so heated as I grind on his bulge, his hands on my ass. Our tongues dancing together as one hand reached to fondle my breast. I let out a moan and he flipped me to my back. He bit his lip and grind against me. "Well someone liked me in the mall," he smirked. "Come here," I laughed and crashed his lips into mine. My hands slid down his sides and onto the bottom of his shirt. He broke the kiss to lift his shirt over his head and throw his pants aside. He then run his hand down my back to the zipper, peeling the lingerie off to reveal all of me. He pressed against me and kissed me roughly as I threw his boxers aside. He began to trail kisses along my neck. "I let Niall off for this very reason. You are all mine, every last inch of you," he whispered. "I always have been," I smirked as Harry lift higher above me. I wanted him badly, and now. "Ready?" he grinned mischievously. "Get in me already," I punched his shoulder. He thrust into me hard, not leaving me to adjust. I scream in pleasure and pain. He slows down, letting the passion set in. "Uh," I moan. His lips press to my neck. "I love you," he whispers. "I love you too," I reply. He starts to thrust faster and faster. "Yes. Harry," I pant. "Mm Harley," he moans against my neck. "Faster Harry, harder," I command. He goes faster, and I go into complete bliss. I wrap my legs around his waist to enter deeper, causing me to moan loudly. "God Harley," Harry bites my neck. A feeling built in my stomach as he was sending me over the edge. "Harry I'm gonna-" I panted. "Uh, me too baby," he sweat. "On three," he stated. "One (pant) Two, uh, three!!" We came together and he collapsed on me after a few sloppy thrust. "That was amazing," he breathed. "You should've felt that dick from this side," I laughed. "Oh my gosh," he chuckled, "You're a mess". "We both are".


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