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**


17. Did I Do Something?


Harry’s POV

My eyes suddenly widen as I turn around to see Emmy standing in the doorway of the break room, talking to some girl that works somewhere in building, hell if I knew or if I cared. I don’t, trust me. All I care about is how damn sexy Emmy looks. Shit, damn.. amazing.

I exhale a deep breath after nervously pulling it in. I sip my coffee before starting towards the door. My eyes try to stay on what’s ahead of me, but I can’t stop looking up and down Emmy’s beautifully dressed body. I reach them, about a footstep away, but neither of them break their conversation in order to notice I was here.

I clear my throat lightly, ‘’Excuse me, ladies.’’ Emmy looks over at me and blushes as the two girls back out of the doorway. I wink at her as step out of the room, into the hall, and towards the elevators. She’s such a tease, god damn it. She wore that sexy shit on purpose, I have a feeling she did. I bought it for her.. so I know she knows I like it.

As I pressed the elevator button, I heard her say goodbye to someone, probably the girl she was talking to. The doors open and I look over in the direction of her voice to see her walking down the hall towards me.

‘’Emmy, you want me to hold the elevator for you?” I call out as I hold my hand over the opening, keeping the door locked in until I get a final answer. ‘’Yes, please!’’ She smiles brightly as she picks her pace and basically runs down here. I move my hand and allow her to go in first, in which she just smiles and goes on in.

‘’You look.. nice today.’’ I smile lightly as I step in the elevator just as the doors decide they wanted to start shutting. ‘’Thank you.’’ She blushes a little, staring down at her fingers. ‘’My sister would love your hair.. she’s always liked that shade of blonde.’’ I say, trying to make small talk with this amazing girl.

‘’Oh, really? That’s nice. You have a sister?” she question as she looks up at me, her eyebrows slightly furrowed. ‘’Yeah. She’s a few years older than me.’’ I nod lightly, smiling a little at her. She just smiles back, not really replying or anything.

‘’Maybe.. you could meet her one day.’’ I shrug lightly, my suggestion might be a little too much too soon, but better now than never, right? ‘’Oh uh, yeah.. maybe.’’ She nods lightly, blushing a tad at me. God, she better realize how much that turns me on.


Lunch break came faster than I figured it would, especially on a dreadful Monday, which everyone hates. But today I wasn’t just living and surviving though the Monday, I was loving and thriving because I got to see the most beautiful girl in the entire world.

‘’Mr. Styles?’’ I heard Emmy’s beautiful voice calling my name just as I stepped out of the bathroom, shutting the door behind me. ‘’Yes, love?’’ I ask as I notice her standing in the doorway, looking down the hallway for me probably.

She spins around and smiles lightly, walking towards me. ‘’There you are. I didn’t see you get up.’’ She laughs a little as she glances at the floor, but then back to my eyes. ‘’I walked a little fast.’’ I smile at her, just to get her to blush again, God that’s adorable.

‘’I… I was going to ask you.. what time will you be back from your lunch break?’’ She asks curiously, putting her hands behind her back nervously, I can tell. ‘’What do you mean? Aren’t you going to take your break too?’’ I ask, ignoring the answer to that question for a few more seconds.

‘’Uh, well, I didn’t, um, really want to go anywhere.’’ She shrugs lightly as she looks away from my gaze. ‘’Well, why don’t I take you to lunch then?’’ I insist, still keeping my eyes on her, despite her not evening glancing at me anymore, just staring at her feet.

‘’I, uh.. I don’t know.. about that.’’ She sighs lightly. ‘’Why not?’’ ‘’Because, you already.. took me for dinner..’’ She mumbles. ‘’So, lunch isn’t anything like dinner. C’mon Emmy, let me take you for a bite. Nothing much. We can have a nice conversation and all. Please?’’ I basically beg her as I try to con her into going.

‘’I.. I guess.. I dunno.’’ Her accent was perfect as she had that whiny, little kid when they can’t decide of something voice. Really innocent, sweet, naïve. “Please. I really like.. being with you. You’re a nice person to talk to. Please, Emmy. Please go.’’ I sigh lightly, annoyed only a tad and only because she won’t decide. I just want her to go with me, that’s it.

‘’Is.. is that an.. an order?’’ She says softly, her voice cracking a little. ‘’What?’’ I laugh lightly, confused actually. I furrow my eyebrows lightly as she looks up at me, her eyes wide and her lips in a light pout, just a natural thing some girls do I guess.

‘’An order.. You know.. you’re.. you’re my boss..’’ She reminds me of this key thing. ‘’Oh.. uh, no, I’m not going to force you. I just really.. really want you to go.’’ I admit. ‘’I don’t want to.’’ She shakes her head in denial a few times before stepping back from me.

Inside of my body, I feel something sharp and hard stab me, tearing me apart and ripping up my insides. Rejection.

‘’Did.. did I do something? Is this about.. about me staying at your place? I’m sorry, Emmy. I told you I didn’t try to get so drunk. I, I just, I-‘’ ‘’It’s not that.’’ She mumbles, cutting me off from the rest of my ramble about the reasons this is only my fault, and not hers. Because it isn’t hers at all, it really isn’t.

‘’Then please.. tell me.. what.. what’s wrong?’’ I ask lightly, trying to keep my voice in control and my temper collected and calm. It was hard, I usually lash out to anyone else. But Emmy just isn’t some employee, she’s.. Emmy. And.. she’s not worth losing, if I lost her I’d be crushed.

‘’Have you.. seen any magazines.. or new articles.. today?’’ She asks with a sigh, stepping away from our previous location and over to her desk. ‘’No, why?’’ I ask, turning to watch her. As my eyes stay glued on her, she was going through a few things that were on top of her desk.

But then I saw her clench her jaw as she stood up, a magazine rolled up in her hand. ‘’I told you.. I didn’t.. want this to happen.’’ She says with no emotion as she comes back over to me, handing me the magazine. I take it and unroll it slowly, curious and scared of what my eyes are about to witness seeing.

The cover is revealed to me and I hold it with both hands, staring closely at what it says on the cover page. ‘’Harry Styles’ New Assistant To Become New Girlfriend” I gulp lightly as I begin to quickly flick through the magazine’s thin pages, hoping to find that article fast.

I glance up to see if Emmy was watching me, but I saw no sign of her. I looked around the room a few times, making sure my eyes weren’t messed up. But they weren’t. She wasn’t here, she was gone. Hopefully on her lunch break, but at this moment, I can’t really be too sure of that.

Suddenly, I find the article. I sigh to myself as I begin to read over it, it was short, but those few words said a lot. And I know from personal experience and the past that they won’t let this go. It will go on forever, until I prove it wrong or correct. I’m going to do that. Because that would hurt me more than them. Because it’s not true. She doesn’t even have any liking towards me.. but God only knows.

Billionaire designer, creator, entrepreneur, and businessman Harry Styles has a new assistant, but by the looks of their recent outings together, she might become Mrs. Styles one day. The heartthrob 25-year old stepped out onto the town to do some shopping when the paparazzo and public eye caught his assistant gathering clothing attire for him. But at first that seemed normal, because you know that is his assistant. But then everyone’s thoughts changed when a picture of the girl coming out of a dressing room with clothes draped over Styles’s arms was snapped, shock and suspicion struck the entire world as it went viral, trending, worldwide. The only question we have now, what is there relationship? And will it turn to more?


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