Daddy's Girl

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  • Published: 26 Dec 2016
  • Updated: 24 Jan 2017
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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**


46. All You Ever Do Is Talk Shit

Emmy’s POV

‘’Nice place, looks comfy.’’ Liam says as he shuts the door behind him. ‘’Thanks.’’ I try to smile, but it just came out lightly, not much to it. I didn’t have any strength right now. None at all.

It had been almost two hours since we left the party. Liam took me for dinner, which was nice. We talked and got to know each other. He’s such a good friend. Then we just drove for a while, ending the little friendly night with ice cream.

Liam gets me, and I appreciate that a lot.

‘’So.. do you want me to stay a while? Just in case your, you know, cautious.’’ Liam asks me with a sigh, his eyes roaming over some of the pictures on the wall. It didn’t bother me, I would do the same if I was at someone else’s home.

‘’Please.. I just. I’m scared. I don’t want him to.. to hurt me if he comes back..’’ I tell him, sitting down on the couch. ‘’Emmy.. don’t say that love.’’ Liam says, coming over to join me.

He sits down beside me, turning slightly so he could watch me. ‘’Why not? It’s true.’’ I shrug, not too sure of myself right now.

‘’He wouldn’t hurt you. Harry loves you. I know he does, when I’m around him all he does is talk about you.. and he’ll even call me to talk about you. My point, I know Harry has his mood swings and they’re pretty bad, but he could never hurt you.. he loves you too much.’’ Liam assures me with a half smile.

‘’I love Harry, too, I do. It’s just that I-‘’ I was interrupted by a round of three or four knocks on the door.

I gulp as I stand up, taking a huge and heavy breath and exhaling deeply and slowly. I needed to compose myself, I needed to stay collected.

My hand wraps around the knob. I nod to myself, assuring myself that I can do this. I can, I know I can. I twist the handle and pull the door open, my eyes staying on the ground.

I saw a pair of boots first. My eyes slowly wondered up, revealing dark and tight jeans to my vision, followed by a plain white T-shirt, and finally.. that beautiful face. My eyes land on his and he gulps loud enough that I heard it.

In his hand was a dozen or so red roses, very pretty, accompanied by a white ribbon tied into a bow.

‘’Emmy.’’ He mumbled lightly. I didn’t say anything, I just stared up at him. I wanted and hoped that he would take the sign that I’m ready to hear what he has to say, I really want to hear it.

Honestly, I just want to hear his voice.

‘’I know I’m an idiot.. I know I’m  so fucking stupid.. but.. but I love you baby, and nothing can ever, ever, ever change that. Please forgive me, I’ll never do it again. I don’t need to do that to be happy.. I have you, and you complete me.. I love you baby, I love you Emmy.’’

I don’t reply, I just continue to stare into those emerald eyes of his. So beautiful, just like him.

“If I ever lost you.. I’d be.. broken. I have no idea how I even lived before I met you. You make me happy.. and I like that, I  love that.  I love you.’’ Harry says, soon awaiting on my response.

Before I could even think about saying anything in return, he continued on with the conversation.

‘’Let me take you out for dinner.. we can just be together. I don’t need some shitty party or sexy outfits to be happy with you. You and I can make our own fun. What do you say? Italian? Greek? French? Mexican? Anything you want.’’ Harry says, smiling at me a little.

‘’Are you going to wash off your paint?’’ I mumble, smiling lightly as I look up at him. His eyes lite up as he hears me talk for the first time since he showed up. ‘’Do you want me to?’’ He asks, biting his lip.

‘’Not really, I like it.’’ I tell him. ‘’Then I’ll keep it on.. as long as you want me to.’’ He assures me, stepping closer. ‘’I love you Harry.’’ I whisper, putting my arms around his torso, surprising both of us.

‘’I love you too.’’

Harry’s POV

“Here baby, I don’t want you to be cold.’’ I say as I hand Emmy my jacket. I leave it in the car just in case it starts raining at any point. She smiles at me as she takes it and puts it on.

‘’It’s too big.’’ She laughs to herself. ‘’It’s perfect. It looks amazing on you.’’ I assure her, grabbing her hand just as I shut the door.

“You’re going to love the food. Me and Niall eat here almost every time he’s in town.’’ I tell her as we reach the door, wasn’t that far from the car at all.

‘’What do they have?” She asks as I let he go in first, always keeping that gentleman side of me handy, especially when I’m with her. “All kinds of things. What do you want?” I say as we wait at the host’s podium.

‘’I don’t know.. what do you get?” She smiles, looking up at me. ‘’Steak.’’ I tell her. ‘’That’s too much food for me.’’ She shrugs lightly. ‘’You know, babe, it’s okay to.. to eat.. more than you think you need.’’ I say.

‘’Well.. not when you.. just please Harry, I don’t need any arguments tonight.’’ She sighs, turning away from me and dropping my hand. I sigh loudly, annoyed at both of us.

I’m only annoyed at her because she thinks she’s fat and that she doesn’t need to eat and her insecurities get on my nerves. I’m upset with myself because I need to blame me, not her. I will never blame her for anything.


Emmy and I were sitting at the bar, mainly so we could watch the people cook. It was pretty cool actually. The bar chairs were comfortable, so that’s good too.

“How much longer?” Emmy mumbles to me as she stares at her finger nails. ‘’Thought you didn’t want to eat anyways.’’ I mumble back.

I wasn’t trying to throw shade on her, I was just.. being for real.

“Why are you being mean?’’ She asks lightly. ‘’I’m not being mean, I’m just referring to what you said earlier.’’ I shrug, rolling my eyes even though she couldn’t see me. It’s probably a good thing that she didn’t see it.

“No. you’re being mean Harry, and I don’t like it.’’ Emmy says with a huff, crossing her arms on her chest.

‘’Well maybe I don’t like when you talk down on yourself.’’ I say, turning in my chair to look at her. ‘’What are you talking about?’’ She sighs, looking over at me.

‘’All you ever do is talk shit about yourself. You say you’re fat and ugly and stupid when you’re not. You’re beautiful, and trust me any person in the world would die to have you. You’re smart and amazing. I love every little thing about you Emmy, but obviously you don’t feel the same way because you hate on yourself all the damn time.’’ I tell her, getting these trapped thoughts out for once.

‘’I don’t hate. It’s the truth, Harry.’’ She tells me with a straight face. ‘’No it’s not!’’ I say a little too loud, but oh well, it’s my mouth  and my conversation. ‘’It’s not like you ever want to talk about my problems anyways.’’ She mumbles lightly.

‘’You never try to! All you ever say is ‘Harry I’m fat, aren’t I?’ ‘Harry, why do you love me?’ ‘Harry, how come you’re so perfect and I’m anything but?’ ‘Harry, you could have chose anyone in the world but yet you chose me. I’m ugly and stupid’ That’s all you ever want to talk about.’’ My temper was up.

I was pissed off, mainly because she’s trying to throw this all on me when in reality she’s the one who won’t talk about. I love Emmy to death, but enough is enough.

Emmy just sat there, staring down at her lap. At the moment I probably least expected it, she looked up at me, tear filled eyes and red faced, lips poked out some.

At first I was wondering why the hell she was so emotional, but then I realized that I screamed at her.. and she told me before that screaming brings back her bad memories…

‘’Baby, don’t cry.’’ I whisper, biting the inside of my cheek. I’m such a bastard. She looks into my eyes for a few more seconds before hurrying out of the chair and running off towards the bathroom.

I try my damn best to make this a good night.. and it still ends in a horrible situation.

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