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**


39. But Mostly...

{One Week Later}

Emmy’s POV

I open the door to see a rather upset and angry Harry. ‘’What the fuck, babe!’’ He says loud, throwing his hands in the air. ‘’W-what?’’ I mumble, knowing exactly what he is talking about.

I figure if I act innocent he’ll calm down faster.

To be honest, I hate it when he’s like this.

‘’You just ignore me all fucking week? Just because I give the week off to go shopping for some stuff doesn’t mean you can’t fucking call or come see me or anything! I’ve seen you once in the past seven days. Once, Emmy! Once!’’ He yells.

I sigh as I step out of the doorway to let him in, I’d rather not have the security called on him by these stupid neighbors of mine.

“I’m sorry.’’ I tell him as he slams the door. I jump at the sound, it echoes through the apartment before finally it was dead silence. Harry’s back was to me, he ran a hand through is messy hair just before yanking his jacket off.

‘’It’s fucking hot in here.’’ He says with a huff, still not looking at me. I glance over to the thermostat. Actually, it’s cold in here. But I don’t say anything, I’d hate to argue with that psychopath.

“Are you fucking ready to leave or not?’’ Harry asks, walking off towards the kitchen. I follow him, but stay a little far behind, just in case. ‘’I guess.’’ I say as I find him in the kitchen getting himself a glass of water.

‘’Alright. I’ll.. I’ll get your stuff.. in a minute.’’ He mumbles, leaning his hands onto the counter. He seemed aggravated. And really I didn’t want him to be like that, he looked stressed and I didn’t like the vibe it was giving off.

“Harry?’’ I say softly as I go over to him, placing my hand on the small of his back. He exhales deeply as I use my other hand to pry his off the counter and lace our fingers together. Shockingly, he lets me do that to him. He lets me take control.

I hope that’s a good sign.

‘’I’m sorry. I just thought.. we needed some personal time alone away from each other.. since we’re going.. on the.. the trip and all.’’ I say, that was the honest truth this time. ‘’It’s alright baby, I’m not mad. I just over reacted. I’m sorry, I’m so damn stupid.’’ He sighs to himself, throwing his head down.

‘’No, Harry.. you’re not. You just care, and that’s okay. I love to know that you care. It’s my fault.’’ I assure him, gently kissing his hand as I bring it close to my face. ‘’No baby.. it’s my fault. I.. if I wanted to see you.. I should have came over.’’ Harry sighs as he turns to face me, opening his eyes with a heavy intake of air.

‘’I love you Emmy.’’ He breathes out, leaning down to kiss me. ‘’I love you too, Harry.’’ I whisper back as his lips touch mine.

I felt that spark I feel every time he kisses me. I love that spark, I really do.


Harry’s POV

“You have your own plane?’’ Emmy laughs as we board the airplane, the pilot greeting us as we go up the stairs. ‘’Babe, I have my own island . Of course I have my own plane.’’ I laugh lightly back. She spins around suddenly, looking up at me.

‘’You have your own island?” She whispers, her eyebrows raised high. ‘’Yep. I’ll take you later on in the month.. the weather’s perfect at the end of July.’’ I tell her, winking lightly. ‘’How many other girls have been to this island of yours?’’ She sighs, looking away from my eyes.

Before I could answer, she turns around and begins to explore the plane. ‘’None, expect for the people that work there. And my mom and my sister.’’ I honestly tell her, it was the truth.

'’People that work there?’’ She asks as she runs her fingertips over the cream colored leather furniture.

‘’Yeah. But um, anyways, I was wondering.. if your parents or anyone.. knew if I was.. you’re uh, you know.’’ I say, moving on from the subject of me. I didn’t really want to brag, or even talk about myself.

“My boss? Yeah. They all know.’’ She says, nodding to me as she plops down on the couch. Emmy’s hand pats the spot beside her, smiling as she waits for me to come sit with her. I smile lightly back as I walk over to her and sit down, putting my arm around her as she gets closer to me, throwing one of her legs over the other.

‘’Actually.. I meant if they knew we were together.’’ I say with a sigh. “Oh.. um.. not really, no.’’ She mumbles, fiddling with her fingers in her lap. ‘’Oh.. you’re going to uh, um, tell them.. right?” I ask.

‘’Yeah.. I guess so.’’ She shrugs lightly. ‘’Okay.’’ ‘’Okay.’’ She mumbles gently. I furrow my eyebrows at my thoughts, but I shake them off and carry on.


We were only about an hour into the flight, it was quiet. Emmy was in the bathroom, she’s been in there a while though. I stand up from my seat on the comfortable couch and go towards the door, quietly and softly just in case.

I lean towards the door. I smile gently, biting my lip as I listen to her. God, she’s amazing. ‘’ Let me make this clear I'm not difficult, I'm just about my business.. I'm not into fake industry parties, and fake agendas, Rock with people for how they make me feel not what they give me.” She pauses.

I step back, hoping that she didn’t hear me or think I was listening to her beautiful voice. She didn’t do quite like Nicki does it, but still.. I was shocked. I’m not trying to stereotypical or anything.. It’s just shocking to me.

“Even the ones that hurt me the most, I still show forgiveness.. I love my mother more than life itself, and that's a fact, I'd give it all, if somehow I could just rekindle that.. She never understands, why I'm so overprotective.. The more I work, the more I feel like, somehow they're neglected-“

She stops, sighing loudly. ‘’Shit.’’ I furrow my eyebrows as I hear her say the word. I think Emmy’s hiding some secrets from me. But you know what, right now.. I think I just need to focus on this situation, and worry about hidden things later on.

I patiently wait, hoping and praying that she continues to talk to herself and not decide to come out, not while I’m right here at least. ‘’I’m sorry.’’ She mumbled the words close together, but I could still tell what they were.

There was a few moments of silence before I heard her gasp a little, then the sound of something dropping onto the sink counter. And that’s when I realized what she was doing.

I step back, clearing my throat. I come back to the door, trying to hold in myself in because I was nervous and pissed because she done that.

But mostly, I was afraid.

How would I know if that was going to be the only thing she would do in there? She could easily slit her throat with that blade too.


Shut up you idiot, you’re making things worse.

I sigh, gulping gently as I knock on the door, barely. I didn’t want to be too loud, I didn’t want to scare her. ‘’Emmy? Babe? Everything okay?’’ I ask, praying for the right answer, or at least what I wanted to hear.

Emmy’s POV

‘’Um.. I’m fine.’’ I say as I glance down at the lock, making sure it was locked and it was. I exhale a breath I had no clue I was holding in as I grab a hand towel that was sitting on a rack hanging over the toilet.

I turn the water on and get part of it wet. I begin to wash off the counter, getting all the blood off. I gulp gently as I grab the razor blade and shove it into the front pocket of my sweat pants. Probably not the best idea right now, but I didn’t care.

Harry can’t find out, he won’t.

I use the dry part of the small towel to remove any more evidence that I cleaned off the counter. I toss the rag in the small laundry hamper just before turning to the door. I unlock it and I swear as soon as I removed my fingertips from the tiny lock, the door opened with a shift yank.

‘’Hi.’’ I smile gently, looking up at Harry. ‘’Hi.’’ He smiles back, licking his lips as he sighs, looking away from me. ‘’Just wanted to make sure you were okay. You were in there for a while.’’ He says as he backs up from the door, turning to go back to his previous spot on the couch.

‘’Yeah.. I just um, my stomach.. was hurting.. you know.. cramps.’’ I mumble lightly as I sit down beside him, getting close and cozy. It was the truth though, I was having some bad cramps, that’s why I went in there.

But something happened. I didn’t plan to add another cut, I just.. something popped into my mind. Something pretty intense. My past, you know, the bad parts that Harry doesn’t know about.

The parts not many will ever know about.

‘’It must be around your date..’’ He says lightly. ‘’Yeah.. it’ll probably come tonight… the worst time.’’ I tell him. ‘’Yeah.’’ He says as if he knew exactly what I was talking about. I lean and look over at him, smiling.

‘’What?’’ He asks, looking confused as he crosses his arms on his chest. ‘’You said that.. like you  knew.. like you’ve experienced it before.’’ I laugh a little, it was quiet funny to actually think about it.

‘’No.. I was just.. I figured that it was you know.. bad or whatever.’’ He smiles, releasing a light chuckle as I bite my lip, trying to hold in my laughter. ‘’Is there something you’re not telling me, Harry?’’ I ask, raising an eyebrow as I stare at him.

His faces turns a little red as he laughs to himself. ‘’Babe.. you and I both know that I’m a guy.. I mean.. c’mon.’’ He says, ghosting his hand over his huge bulge in his jeans, obviously he was having some issues down there.

‘’Trust me.. I know.’’ I say as I grab the ends of my sweater and pull them over my hands, balling my fists up to keep them in place. I wasn’t trying to hide anything, it was seriously cold in here.

“You know what.. I think I need to punish you.’’ Harry sighs as he stands up, his tall body towering over me as I look up at him. He smirks as he pushes me back on the couch. At first I question exactly what he’s doing, but he soon answers my thoughts.

Harry quickly gets above me, resting his knees between my legs as he wraps them around his waist, bending down with his hands on my waist. ‘’What are you gonna do?’’ I mumble, smiling up at as he winks at me, that’s the only reply I get before it happens.

He starts tickling me.

‘’Ah! Harry! Stop! Please! Stop!’’ I laugh out loudly as he continues on. I start dying, it was just all to much. I hated being tickled, but yet I loved it so much. His hands slide under my sweater and his fingertips started to dig into my sides and all over my stomach.

‘’Harry!’’ I twist my fingers into his hair as he works on a mark on my neck, keeping me underneath him as he continues the humorous torture on me. He moans against my skin, I can feel his smile as he keeps on with the mark.

I suddenly find my fingers undoing the rest of the buttons on his shirt since the first four are always undone anyways. I get the shirt completely unbuttoned just as he leans up from my neck. I could feel the bruise coming onto my skin as the cool air hit it.

‘’Eager are we?’’ He mumbles with a smirk as he removes his hands from my sides and takes his shirt off and tossing it onto the floor. I smile as he looks at me, biting his lip. But then he releases it and grins, sticking his tongue out lightly at me.

‘’I know your plan.. You thought if you got me all horny.. I would stop tickling you.. Hmm, oh but you were so wrong darling.’’ He chuckles as he grabs my waist again, tickling me hard. I throw my legs up, the feeling is so exciting and amazing, and then everything changed.

For the worse.    
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