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**


5. Calm & Collected

Harry’s POV

Sigh to myself as I walk over to the front desk. I figured Emmy wouldn’t live anywhere extravagant, but an apartment building is the last place I’d pick to live. I can’t live so close to people I don’t know.

And for her being new to the city and whatnot, it was completely dangerous. I only knew she just moved here because I over looked her resume, over and over and over again. Emmy Blaine Matthews.

What a beautiful name for a beautiful girl.

‘’Can I help you, sir?’’ The guy behind the desk mumbles.

‘’Yeah, um I was a little unsure of how the housing numbering went around here. On what floor can I find apartment 405D?’’ I ask the man, hoping he wouldn’t drag around, but just tell me quickly.

‘’Let me look.’’ He sighs, annoyed.

I roll my eyes as I huff in response. His eyes were staring at the computer screen for a few long minutes. I became very impatient as he just clicked on the keyboard, I hated that sound.

‘’C’mon, man. I got places to be and people to meet.’’ I groan slightly as I roll my eyes at him again.

‘’Hold your balls, dude.’’ He sighs.

‘’Watch the attitude, dude.’’ I mock his tone.

I get an eye roll and a sigh in return from him. Finally, after what felt like forever, he looked up at me and finally gave me what I wanted from the start.

‘’Eight floor.’’ He mumbles.

I don’t thank him or even respond in any way whatsoever. I head to the elevators. I press the up button and wait a few moments for it.

The door soon open and a young girl with a little infant baby in her arms smiles as she walks past me. Some people in this world are just simply good and clean. But as for me, I surely was innocent and God knows I’m definitely not clean.

As I stand in the elevator, I suddenly felt something turn inside of me. My stomach was aching out of nowhere. My palms were already sweating, so that didn’t help my confidence at all.

“C’mon.. c’mon.. c’mon.’’ I repeat the word a few times, how long could it possibly take to go up eight floors?

‘’Bitch.. fucking hurry up.’’ I huff as I lean my back against the wall. I watch the numbers go up, the elevator was slow as shit.

‘’Seven.. c’mon bitch.’’ I whisper as the 7 button glows blue for a few moments, but then finally the 8 button was green, meaning that I was at my location. Thankfully.

The door opens and I step out. The hallway was empty. It was sorta nice, from what I’ve seen so far, well besides the slow elevator.

I glance at the nearest door closet to me. It said 402D. Okay, so walk this way, I assume.

Nervously, I wipe my palms on my plain black T-Shirt. I don’t go out of my way to look presentable, especially when I’m at home. If you haven’t noticed by now, I had nothing with me. No folder, no nothing. Nothing but my wallet, my keys, and my phone.

She’ll find out the sorta truth soon though.

I smile happily as I reach her door. I take a deep breath, then I exhale slowly, trying to keep composure of myself and stay calm and collected.

‘’Shhh..’’ I soflty shush myself as I close my eyes.

I focus in on my inner self, and I ignore the bad thoughts and the rude things in my mind. I wanted to be sweet and gentle with Emmy, I didn’t want to talk rudely and treat her harshly.

Not yet at least.

‘’Okay..’’ I sigh as I open my eyes and I bring my fist up to knock on the door.

And I do just that, my knuckles slightly banging against the white wood. I shift my weight from foot to foot as I wait patiently.

I didn’t want long, thank God for that though.

The door opens and I’m greeting with a rather.. beautiful Emmy. She smiles sweetly as she invites me with just a gesture.

Alright Styles, keep it cool and clean. Nice and sweet.


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