The Dark Side | Harry Styles

The Dark Side Chapter 15

The Dark Side Chapter 15

A tall glass building stood in front of me. There were many stories that reached up into the night sky. The stars twinkled behind the building. The moon shined bright around the building, making a glowing appearance on the outline structure. The frame of the building was in metal, wrapping around the glass and structure of the many floors. There were many windows that you could see out of but not in.

I felt two large hands grasp my hips and pull me closer to their body. At the corner of my eyes, I could see Harry's broad shoulders. His lips were placed by my ear for a moment before speaking. "I've never taken anyone here before. You're the only one," he whispered. I smiled. "I come here alone. Everyone has a secret. This is mine," he said. He took my hand in his and pulled me along with him to the large glass door. I stood behind him as he opened the door with a key. He stepped aside and allowed me to walk in first. I gave him a small nod as a thank you. He smiled in response as I walked past him.

He closed the door behind us and then guided me to the lift that was to the right. He pressed the up button and the doors opened. We walked side by side and pressed the top button as we watched the doors to the lift close. I felt the lift shift and began to move up. I stood on the other side of the big lift as he stood across from me. His eyes were on anything else besides me. I was looking down at my shoes that distracted me from the awkward silence. The bell to the lift saved us from the awkward silence. We both waited patiently. It's doors opened up slowly and revealed a white, large, wide open room.

On one side, there were glass windows reaching from the ceiling to the floor, giving you a scenery of the beautiful city. On the other side, the walls were painted in white. A fire place was in the wall. The floors were tile and polished. There were three small steps in the middle of the room that you could walk down and be in a sitting area that was filled with a small table and two white couches across from each other. Next to the lift was a metal spiral staircase that led upstairs. By the staircase, there was a wall of books. On the white walls, there were pictures hanging up. It was of paintings.

I walked out of the lift and examined the large room. Harry stood to the side with his arms behind his back as he watched me. He was curious with every movement I made. I was too busy looking at the room to notice him watching me. "There is more. If you would like to see," he said. I turned my attention on him and nodded. He smiled and guided me to the spiral stairs. We walked up the tall staircase until we were met with another large room but this room wasn't white and classy like downstairs, instead the walls were painted with many different artworks with spray paint. The floors were wooden but had a plastic wrap covering it. There were many plain art canvases laying around or were sitting on an easel. On a shelf nailed to the wall, were sketch books. Some were filled and others were empty. Many spray paint cans of different colors laid around on the floor. On a pouch hooked onto the wall had sketch pencils, color pencils, paint brushes, all the utensils needed.

"This is my art studio. I come here when I need to think. I would look out at the city then draw till my hands become sore and I can't draw anymore," he said. "Of course, no one knows about it. I am the only one who knows besides you," he said. I smiled at him before asking, "What do you draw?" "I draw many things. Like people, landscapes, or even tattoo ideas for my work," he said. "Do you do other things besides drawing?" I asked. "I spray paint, paint pictures, sketch and draw. I like coming up here and letting my imagination out on paper and pencil," he said.

I walked towards him with a smile upon my face. He looked at me with curiosity. I stopped walking once I was in front of him. He watched me to see what I would do next. I reached in my bag and pulled out the black leather sketch book. He looked down at it. I held it out for him to take. "Here. This belongs to you," I said. He looked back up at me and smiled. He took the sketch book and whispered, "Thank you." He set the book, filled with sketches, on a nearby easel.

His green eyes were met back with mine. His eyes glistened in the light with happiness. A small smile played upon my lips. "What?" He asked. "Nothing," I shook my head. "Tell me," he said. I walked backwards with a smirk and said, "If you really want to know. Come and get me." He raised an eyebrow and laughed before walking towards me. His smile turning into a smirk. His eyes turning into a dark shade of green. They became darker than usual.

I set my bag on the ground next to me before I began running away from out of his reach. He chased after me causing me to scream and laugh. His longer legs were an advantage to catch up to me. I ran around the easels and past the different colors of spray cans. He ran faster with each step he would take. His smirk growing. He had his hands out as he grasp my waist; picking me up and throwing me over his shoulder. I let out a squeal and laugh. His chest vibrated as he roared of laughter. "Let me go," I laughed. "If you say so," he said.

He placed me on the ground by the glass windows and hovered above me. The city lights and night sky shined through the windows. My arms were pinned above my head. His legs were on either side of me. His intense stare was on me. His eyes never left mine. We stopped laughing in the moment. Our heavy breathing was the only sound heard. His eyes traveled from my eyes to my lips then back up to my eyes. His grip fell from my arms and my hips were replaced with his hands. One of his hands gripped onto my thigh. His soft hands grasp my naked thigh and lightly pulled it up. My hands laid upon his chest and wrapped around his neck, pulling him closer to me.

His body heat warmed me, but goosebumps quickly rose on my skin as his hand brushed a strand of hair behind my ear and he began leaning in. My eyes widen and my heart began to beat faster as I felt soft lips press on my cheek. I relaxed under his touch and closed my eyes. He traveled small kisses along my jaw. My fingers ran through his curls and tangled through them. I felt his lips kiss the corner of my mouth, causing me to flutter my eyes open. His eyes were on me. "Tell me," he softly whispered. There were a few minutes of silence before I opened my mouth to speak. "In that moment, I saw something spark in you. Something great. Something real. I saw you. The real you. I don't understand why you hide this side of yourself," I said. His grip on me tighten and for a moment, I wished I never had said that. He closed his eyes and rested his head on my chest. I didn't hesitate to wrap my arms around him.

"People judge. That is why. I don't like people knowing this side of me. I rather have them scared of me then have them feel sympathy for me," he said. "My father judged this side of me. He thought I wasn't good enough. He hated this side of me. I remember he told me to do something with my life then waste it on untalented drawings. My mother never knew this side of me," he said. "So I've kept it a secret till now. The only time I show my artistic skills is when I have a needle with ink and some skin," he said. I placed my small hands on both side of his face and made him look at me. His eyes were filled with sadness and hurt. I licked my lips and spoke, "Never listen to your father Harry. You are very talented and have a special gift. People like him shouldn't bring you down. You are more than that. You deserve more than that." The corner of his lips twitch upward in a smile. "Thank you," he whispered. He rested his forehead against mine. I smiled and kissed his cheek. "Of course."

Silence filled the room for a few minutes. We never spoke a word as we let silence take over us. His eyes were closed and his soft breathing came from his slightly parted lips. He traced small circles on my thigh. I watched him with a small smile. I pushed his curls back causing him to flutter his eyes open. "I might kiss you," he whispered. His thumb soothe gently on my hip. My eyes widen and my heart began to beat faster from his hush words. "I might be bad at it," I said. He smiled and said, "That's impossible." He leaned in slowly. His lips were inches away from mine. His eyes were closed. I felt his breath hit against my skin, sending shivers through out my body. "I like you," I whispered. "You don't know me," he said. "I want to, though."

Our lips then met, he kissed me gently. It took me a minute before I kissed him back and closed my eyes. The way he kissed me felt so soft and loving, he was gentle and had a caressing touch. I lifted my body up for more of his touch. We let our hearts take over. Sweet and gentle we kissed. He was passionate with his kiss. I leaned slightly to the left to deepen the kiss. He laid in between my legs with one hand gripping onto my leg. My fingers ran through his hair and tangled themselves in it. His tongue grazed my bottom lip as asking me for permission. I opened my mouth just enough for his tongue to slip in. His two hands rested on my waist underneath my shirt. His tongue grazed against mine. He pulled off his leather jacket and tossed it behind us. "We shouldn't be kissing like this," he breathed out as he opened his eyes and stared back. "I don't want to make you feel uncomfortable-" "Shh," I placed my finger on his lips. "Kiss me," I whispered as I looked down at his lips then up at his eyes. "Please," I pleaded. He kissed my forehead hard and closed his eyes.

He placed his lips back onto mine. My hands found their way to the hem of his black shirt. I lift it above his head and tossed it aside, revealing his tattoo covered body. We never broke the kiss. My hands gripped onto his tattooed arms as his lips found their way to my neck. I let out soft muffled moans as I rolled my head back in pleasure. His hands gripped onto my shirt and pulled it above my head. Soon, we were left in nothing besides our bare bodies that touched. His heart beaten rapidly from my touch and mine did the same from his touch.

To me, it was love but to him it was something else.

A/n: Cute chapter? What did you think of it? Was it too much? Did you like it? Let me know!! School starts in two days :( I'll try to update again!!