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?


7. Wow.

                                                "Louis proposed!!" she squealed. "Shit," I mumbled. Lizzy huffed. "Why aren't you happy?" she asked. Louis grabbed me. He forced me onto him. He whispered that he wanted to fuck me hard. He kissed me. He cheated. That's what my mind was telling me to say. I started to listen to my inner goddess. She was nodding at me. "Lizzy, sit down. I have to tell you something"

                                                             30 minutes later...

                                                "Oh my God," she whispered. "I'm sorry Liz," I stated. "Why would you have to be sorry? You did nothing wrong. It was the man I have to call my former fiancé," she cursed under her breath as a tear rolled down her cheek. "Please don't cry," I whispered. "I'm okay,"she lied. "No you're not. Come on, I know something that will make you feel better," I grabbed my jacket and slid it on. She got up and wiped the tear off her face as she grabbed a sweater. We walked out of the dorm room and walked through the narrow hall. "Where are we going?" She questioned. "You'll see," I smiled. We walked to the car and got in. I started the engine and backed out of the parking lot. I was driving through passed McDonalds when Lizzy asked, "Why do all the guys like you?" I gave her a confused look and said, "Whatever, they're always all over you. I'm just the back up" "Yeah? Then why are you the one with the rich, successful, good looking, Mr. Harry Styles and I'm engaged to a no-good, cheating, lying, son of a bitch?!" she banged her fist on the dash board. "Lizzy, it's not you. Louis is the one stupid enough to not see how beautiful you are. The reason Harry wants me, I have no clue! I'm the one who should be engaged to a loser! I deserve it more! I wasn't strong enough to fight off Louis! I know Harry is probably going to dump me for some other brunette beauty! He's never even said 'I love you' So I'm sorry for what Louis did and I can't help that I love Harry. Go out tonight and find yourself a real man. After all, that's why I brought you here," I pulled into the parking lot of a night club called pLaCe. Weird name. "I don't know. Should I really go in there? I just heard about all that Louis did," Liz hesitated. "Go in and have a blast. I'll come with".  

                                       We walked in to the sound of loud booming music. "I'm going the bar!" I informed Liz. "Okay! I'll go dance!" she walked to the dance floor as I took a seat at the bar. "What'll it be miss?" the bartender asked. "I'll have a lemon martini thanks," I stated. "Coming right up," he went to work. "Hello there. Funny seeing you here," a familiar voice came from behind. I turned to see Harry in casual dance clothing. Leather jacket, black shirt, black pants, and swayed shoes. "How did you know I would be here?" I was confused and a little creeped out. "I know exactly where you are at all times," he smirked, holding up his phone. There was a map and on it was a red dot labeled 'Babe'. I smiled at the fact I was labeled Babe and then realized what was really going on. "You're tracking me?!" I yelled. "Yep. I'm so rich, I know where you are," he chuckled. Good Lord. "Drink is up miss," the bartender handed me the drink and I payed. I took a sip as Harry got into the stool beside me. "I enjoyed our little confrontation in your bed. Did you love?" he bit my ear. I took a second sip of my martini and kissed his earlobe. "Quite," I whispered. "I still have to pay you back for that little surprise you gave me," he chuckled. "And how would that be arranged?" I smirked. Harry got up and grabbed my hand. I set my empty glass on the counter and followed as he led me through the dancing crowd. "Are you leaving so soon?!" Liz called. "Um yeah! Here!" I threw her my keys and she caught them. "Bye!" she waved. I waved back as Harry led me further to the exit. 

                                He opened the passenger door to his car and helped me in. I saw him as he walked to the other side and got in. He crunk up the car and pulled out. I giggled as I scooted onto the arm rest. I kissed up Harry's neck and jaw. "Stop,"he whispered. I ignored his protest and rubbed up his inner thigh. I felt him get hard under my touch as my fingers come closer to his little friend. I stripped off my jacket and grabbed his free hand. I placed his hand on my thigh. He rubbed fast up and down my inner thigh as I did to his. I moaned and kissed his jaw. "Harley stop or I swear I will take you right now in the back seat. Sit down!" he ordered. His shout frightened me a little and I sat back in the seat, silent. He looked to me and sighed. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to scare you. I just want to wait until we get to my house" "Okay, it's fine," I stared out the window. 

                                We pulled up to a mansion about 6 minutes later and exited the car. He grabbed my hand and led me to the door. He put his hand on a screen and it scanned. "Mr. Styles. Entrance granted," it exclaimed. The door opened and closed as we entered the home. It was breathtaking. There were stairs painted gold and chandeliers hung from the ceiling. The floors were made of beautiful tiles painted red. The sofas were black with gold trimming and I spotted an aquarium across the room. "Wow," I spoke. Harry smiled. "Mr. Styles welcome home! You must be Harley! Oh the things I've heard about you!" a man dressed in a tux walked up to us. "Yes. I'm Harley," I smiled. "Well, Mr. Styles, do you want me to go now?" the man asked. "Yes. I would like some privacy with my girl. If you don't mind," he stated. "Not at all. Goodbye Mr. Styles, Ms. Normand," he bowed and left the mansion. "Who is that?" I questioned. "My butler," Harry answered, grabbing my hand.

                              He pulled me closer, my lips inches from his. "Now, where were we?" he whispered. "Right about here," I smirked and placed my hand on back of his neck. I pulled him into a passionate kiss. Our tongues danced and I moaned as his hand rubbed up my leg, lifting my dress. He picked me up and carried me upstairs, somehow not breaking the kiss. He opened a door. The room had brick walls and the gold curtains hung open, showing the night. He set me down and looked into my eyes. His eyes were shades of grey. "I've been waiting to have you," he whispered and slid my dress off. "I've been waiting just as long," I pulled off his shirt. He slid his pants and boxers down. "Now you," he unhooked my bra. His fingers soothed over my breast as his hands slid down to my panties, pulling them off. He grabbed me roughly and kissed me. We continued to kiss passionately until he forced me onto the bed. He crawled over me. "Get ready. I'm coming for you," he whispered and bit my lip. He thrust into me, tearing through my innocence. "Ah! Harry!" I whimpered. "Are you okay?" he asked. "Hurts a little," I whispered. "It'll hurt just a bit. Just tell me if it gets too painful," he started moving again. Slowly thrusting. It started to feel amazing. "Uh," I moaned. He stopped and buried his face in my neck. "God," he groaned. "I'm fine Harry. Again please," I kissed. "I know. You feel amazing," he thrust again. "Baby," I moaned loudly. I wrapped my legs around his waist, making him go deeper into me. "Oh my God," he panted. "Oh God baby right there!" I shouted. He thrust hard into me, making the bed hit the wall. I felt my body start to shake. "Harry!!!" I dug my nails into his back. "Almost baby! Two more! Oh!" he thrust hard two more times before cumming in me. We released as he fell on top of me. "That was.... unbelievable," I panted. "Amazing," Harry kissed me passionately. He climbed beside me and I cuddled onto his chest. "Harley," he spoke. "Yeah?" I looked to him. "I love you," he kissed my forehead. Yes! He said it! "I love you too, Harry"




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