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**

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13. Grey Goose

Harry’s POV

Five or so minutes passed, the quiet silence was killing me slowly. I didn’t know why Emmy wasn’t talking, or doing anything really. I let my hand drop from my forehead, and I leaned back in my chair, my arms off the table. I roll in my lips, just to keep quieter I guess.

My eyes roam over Emmy’s appearance, she looked beautiful. Her eyes were staring at her fingers, she was messing with her nail polish, clipping it off a little out of nervousness I’m sure. I wanted to say something, but my throat was dry, too dry.

I gather up the courage, and the strength to say something, surprising both of us with my words, I didn’t expect myself to blurt that out, at least not that. ‘’Talk to me.’’ The words came off my lips quickly, but a tad softer than my normal voice.

Emmy snaps her head up, looking at me like I was a serial killer coming to murder her. She was shocked, I could see it on her face, in her eyes. Without any further hesitation, she parted her lips and spoke to me, as if we were the only two people in the world.

‘’What’s wrong?’’ She mumbles lightly. I just shrug a little, unsure of how to tell this to her. I shake my head lightly from side to side, just seeing if she will go along with this, hoping she will assume I was okay. But she was too smart to believe this, she knew something was up.

‘’Please.. tell me.’’ She sighs as I look into her eyes, afraid of the future, but wanting to know what will happen. My mind was lost, I was unaware of anything for a few short moments. The way her eyes stared into mine, she was trying to find the answer to my sudden mood, but she couldn’t find it, nor could I.

‘’I um, I’m just.. tired.’’ I say with a long, deep sigh. ‘’Like.. sleep tired?’’ She asks, lightly furrowing her eyebrows at me. ‘’No.. not.. really. Just.. tried of.. something.’’ I revise my answer, just trying to convince both of us that I was fine, even though I knew I wasn’t. And so did she.

‘’It’s um-‘’ I was interrupted very rudely. ‘’Here you go, sir.’’ The man sits the tall bottle of Grey Goose in front of me, along with two wine glasses. I sigh to myself, swallowing my answer down my throat, just trying to let this conversation go.

‘’Thank you.’’ I mumble lightly. ‘’And you placed your order beforehand, didn’t you?” He asks me. ‘’Yes.’’ I mumble again. I had already gotten our order ready, I didn’t want to waste any time. I wanted to talk to Emmy, I wanted to get to know more about her.

But it seems as if I won’t, all because of my stupid mood. I was annoyed at the fact that the guy was standing there, staring at me like I was a fool. ‘’Will you go away.’’ I snap, my voice like a dagger as I huffed.

I looked away from me, back to the table top. As my eyes made their way to the previous spot, I caught a short glimpse of Emmy, she was staring at me. She was probably thing of what a bastard I am. But I don’t care, he was annoying me and I took care of my problem.

My hand suddenly grabs one of the glasses, I didn’t know I was going to do that to be honest. I sit the glass in front of me and grab the bottle of vodka. I sigh to myself as I take the top off and pour some into my glass.

I grab the other glass and do the same with it. I put the top back on the bottle and push it to the side. I sit one of the glasses in front of me and I put the other on Emmy’s side. ‘’You do drink, don’t you?” I ask as I take a sip of mine, it burned my throat but it felt so good.

‘’Um.. never.. legally.’’ She mumbles lightly. ‘’What’s the strongest thing you’ve ever tried?’’ I ask, curious to know this actually. ‘’Jack Daniel’s..’’ She tells me. ‘’You’ll like this, just try it.’’ I tell her and she nods a little before putting the rim of the glass between her lips.

She drinks a small, small bit of it. But I could tell it hit her hard. She coughed a little as she sat the glass back down. I just smile, it was cute actually. There I go with that cute stuff again, I have to stop that before I slip up again.

“Crown Royal’s better.’’ I say as she smiles a little at me. ‘’I can’t.. really take it.’’ She laughs as she pushes the glass away from her. ‘’Would you like something else?’’ I ask curiously. ‘’Please.’’ She nods at me. ‘’Alright, I’ll get you something else when the guy returns.’’ I tell her. ‘’Okay.’’ Her smile was cute.

There I go again with the cute stuff.
 

The time passed by quickly, we had gotten our food and had eaten already, it’s probably been about three hours since we got the Grey Goose, so yeah, not sure exactly though. I was worried that Emmy wasn’t enjoying this, well I was before..

But from what I’ve learned about her, she isn’t even the shy type. She was really open and bubbly when it came to herself, and I liked that a lot actually. I was completely honest too, told her whatever it was she wanted to know.

There were hundreds of things I couldn’t have even attempted to guess about her. She’s just so amazing, and I possibly know every little detail about her. From her favorite color to her first word, everything she’s ever done or experienced, and she knows the same about me.

And in my opinion, that starts off the perfect relationship….
 

I clear my throat nervously as I stand across from her at her door, waiting for her to speak first, but knowing that I should instead. My eyes burned a little, I knew they were red and puffy because of the alcohol I had earlier, all of it.

Somehow inside of my drunken, poison filled body, I found a little courage and strength to open my mouth and actually speak, or well attempt it at least, ‘’I-I-I-I had a gr-great night, Emm-mmy.’’ I slur out, sighing as I realize I don’t even sound normal.

‘’Me too, it was lovely, but um, Mr. Styles, you look a little uh, wasted. It’s probably unsafe for your to drive home.’’ She insists, glancing away from my gaze on her beautiful eyes, beginning to focus on the floor now. ‘’Well.. I uh, think I-I-I’ll be fine.’’ I assure her as I step a little closer, and with the gentle trip of my foot, I fall against Emmy’s body, knocking her back as I try to regain my pose.

‘’S-s-sorry.’’ I mumble, sighing to myself as I stand straight, but with her help of course. The way her hands were on my body made me feel so many sexual, lustful, amazing feelings roar inside of me, begging to be realized and to prey on that petite, fragile little lamb infront of me.

‘’It’s okay.’’ She smiles sweetly as her left hand grips on my waist, and the right is pressed against my hip, her fingertips digging into me just to keep a steady hold of my weight. I couldn’t ask her to do this for me, but yet she choices to go on and do it anyways, and she would probably protest if I told her I could keep my own self up, even though we all knew that was a lie.

‘’Maybe you should stay and sober up.’’ Emmy suggests as she looks up at me, her short, small frame was even smaller as I realized the distance from my eyes to hers. It was a long way down, but I’m sure she’s worth it..    
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