Daddy's Girl

All he needed was some one to spoil. He felt lonely, and depressed. He just needed something, someone in his life to make him happy, so he can make them happy. And he soon plans to find the one, hopefully.

''I believe that if I treat her right, and let her know that I love, that she'll be happy again, and be loved. That's all I want, I just want her to completely happy.. She's the only thing I care about, and I want to prove it to her.. No matter what I have to do to get her to understand it.. I love her..''

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**WARNING: Mature/Adult/Sexual Content & Situations. Drug usable, alochol usage, extreme sexual scenes**


49. Aching Pain

{9:07 am}
Emmy’s POV

My hand slowly glided down the banister as I carefully went down the stairs that lead from the hallway upstairs to the kitchen, just a quicker way to my destination. I needed some energy, some coffee more like it.

The lotion Harry rubbed on me last night made my skin softer than usual, and I liked the way it felt. It kind of helped me a tad, just a little though.. not much.

Once again, I stopped him last night, just as we were about to collide into each other. It’s not that I didn’t want it or like it, I just didn’t have any energy at the time. I was tired, and I was worn out from the long day.

My nose was stopped up, my head was aching, my stomach was turning, and the rest of my body was just completely sore.

Ever since I was little I’ve had fragile skin, meaning that it’s easy to get bruises. I bumped into the door frame last night as Harry was leading me out of the bathroom and now I have a huge purplish-blue bruise on my left shoulder.

It hurts.

Just like everything else.

As I got closer to the double doors that will lead me into the kitchen, I could hear talking and laughter, familiar voices. Harry, for sure, and Liam. Perhaps Niall too, but I wasn’t too sure yet. Not just yet.

I woke up about half an hour ago and I went to use the bathroom and brush my teeth.

I saw my reflection.

God, I look horrible. I look and feel dead, completely dead. Those bags were worse under my eyes and my nose was red from the simple cold I have.

The shiny wooden doors were cold as my palm pressed against one of them. I sighed to myself as I used my other hand to tighten up the tie on Harry’s robe, I didn’t feel like getting mine and plus his was already on the bed waiting for me.

There wasn’t anything under this cozy cotton except for my panties. I slept with Harry’s shirt on, but I didn’t feel like wearing it. It was getting too hot, I like to be cool and cold most of the time.

Suddenly I find myself in the kitchen, my eyes slowly trailing over to Harry’s exposed back as he stood leaned onto the island, talking with Liam and Niall who sat on the stools.

‘’Well good morning love, you look rough.’’ Niall says as he makes eye contact with me first.

Harry spins around and comes over to me, his arms extended slightly as he reached me.

‘’G’morning baby.. you feel okay?’’ He asks as he puts his arms around me. I squeeze his bare torso tight, feeling the warmth of his skin.

I don’t say anything, I just nuzzle my face against his skin.

‘’Hey.. how about some breakfast? Hmm..? I think that’ll help some. What do you think?” He asks me softly, one hand rubbing circles into my back and the other just holding onto me.

I just shrug, not too sure of anything right now. He sighs lightly as I feel his lips leave a sweet kiss on the top of my head.

‘’C’mon.. I made some pancakes just for you.’’ Harry says as he leans back and grabs my right hand, squeezing it tight as we slowly walk towards the island.

Harry’s hand stayed glued to the small of my back as I hoisted myself up on to the bar stool. He kept my balance steady as I got myself adjusted on the leather.

Out of nowhere I sneeze a few times, Harry’s hand flying in front of my mouth.

‘’Bless you darling..’’ He whispers as he kisses my cheek gently.

‘’Harry.. you’re acting like a doctor.’’ Niall laughs a little to himself. ‘’He just cares, Ni. A lot.’’ Liam adds in as they both look over at me, eyebrows raised as they watch and observe Harry’s every move. As do I.

He puts his hand on my forehead and holds it there for about half a minute before moving it. ‘’You got a fever.. does your throat hurt? Your head? Feeling a little sick, baby?’’ Harry asks me.

I just nod, not really answering any certain ones. Just all of them.

‘’So I assume that’s a yes for everything. Okay, just stay right here and I’ll fetch you some medicine and some breakfast. Or you can come with me.’’ He tells me, his eyes steady on mine as I stare at the counter top, but I could see him from the corner of my watery eye.

“Where-‘’I stop myself, my throat was dry. I try to clear it, Harry’s hand on my back as I swallow a few times, trying to get myself back into function. I gulp one last time before finally attempting to talk again.

‘’Where are you going?” I ask him softly. I truly felt horrible, and I wasn’t up for any loudness today.

‘’Just over to the stove.. then to the cabinet. I have a bottle of Advil in one of them.’’ He mumbles to me. ‘’I’ll.. I’ll stay here. My feet hurt.’’ I tell him lightly. ‘’Alright, I’ll be right back.’’ He says, kissing my temple before doing as he said he would.

I don’t watch, I just stare at my hands in my lap, unable to feel anything but pain right now.

Aching pain.


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