Daddy's Girl

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


6. I Understand

Harry’s POV

Emmy was dressed in a cute, flowy purple, pink, and blue sundress. It reached just at her mid thighs and was perfect on her. The straps were super thin, but they done their support they needed. The pattern on the dress was just abstract, nothing specific.

Her bra straps, not that I tried to notice right off the bat, were visible to. They were bright pink, so I suppose the entire thing is. But, back to her appearance, she looked stunning.

She had a light layer of makeup on her eyes, not much at all. A little eyeliner to help the eyeshadow pop out and a light coat of mascara. Don’t forget, the cute, glittery lip gloss that was coated onto her perfect, soft looking, plump lips.

God I just wanted to attack her mouth and just explore every single inch or it. But I couldn’t, not now at least. Probably not ever, but still. She looked kissable. Huggable. And most importantly.. fuckable.

Her long, blonde hair was curled to perfection and cascaded down her back gorgeously.

‘’Would you like anything to drink, Mr. Styles?’’ Her voice snaps be from my trance.

‘’Oh, yes. Please. That would be lovely.’’ I smile gently as she nods in return.

‘’Sorry it’s a mess. I just moved in a few days ago. I’m not fully unpacked yet.’’ She sighs as she notices me looking around her small, but perfect size for her, apartment.

There were boxes sitting it random places. A few shopping bags here and there. But I didn’t mind. Besides, it’s her place, not mine.

‘’Oh, it’s fine. I understand.’’ I say as she motions me to follow her into the kitchen.

We go through a door and I was welcomed by her sweet and simple little kitchen. I loved to cook, it was a passion of mine. This looked just the right size for just one person. But of course, despite it just being me there, my kitchen is huge.

‘’Very lovely place you got.’’ I say as I sit down at the island.

‘’Thank you.’’ She smiles before she turns to the refrigerator.

I watch as she opens the door and bends over a little, searching for whatever it is she was looking for. I was hoping I would get a sneak peek of what’s under that little dress of hers, but I didn’t.

No! Styles! Bad! Keep it clean and calm. Right, right. Okay. Forgot. I’m good now.. I’m good.

‘’I only have some lemonade and some milk. I haven’t gone grocery shopping yet. But the lemonade’s homemade.’’ She says to me.

‘’I’ll take some lemonade then.’’ I say and watch as she grabs the jug and sits it on the counter.

She reaches for the handle of the cabinet, but I notice she had to get on her tip toes to completely be able to reach what she needed from the second shelf, two glasses. I smile gently at that, she was short. But it was cute on her.

I assume she’s about 5 foot 3 or 4. But I’m not completely aware of that detail yet. Yet..

‘’So, Mr. Styles, did you bring the stuff I didn’t get?’’ She asks as she fills the glasses up.

‘’Well um, sorta. I couldn’t remember what I done with the folder. But I remember what was in it. I thought I could discuss it with you, if you didn’t mind.’’ I say, hoping she’d buy this lie of mine.

Of course there was no folder! I just needed some excuse to see this girl. I couldn’t wait until tomorrow, that’s too long!

‘’Oh, that’s fine I guess.’’ She says as she turns around with the glasses in her hands.

She sits one down in front of the spot across from me and then she kindly sits mine down too.

‘’Thank you, love.’’ I smile as she gets situated on her stool, which sadly was across from me, too far away.

But at least I could see her pretty face.

‘’Your welcome.’’ She says with a little blush hinting on her cheeks.

‘’So, um.. Mainly what it was just a dress code and all. And opening time and all that. Its sorta a wrap up of things you’ll learn tomorrow, and whatnot.’’ I sigh lightly as I try to carry on this little lie for a few more minutes.

‘’Oh, okay. The dress code? Is there anything specific you’d like to talk about?’’ She asks, raising her eyebrows.

‘’Um, well, you know. Its basically the same for most places. No dresses or shirts above the mid-thigh. No heels over three inches. No cropped tops. And no tank tops. Well, you can wear a tank top but you have to have like a blazer or a cardigan type deal with it.’’ I shrug a little.

She nods as I continue on.

‘’Um.. Just look professional and neat. I often have very important business people, company owners, and all those types of people in the building looking for some investments, so I’d rather my employees dress like actual people and not sluts or whatever.’’ I say, it was the truth actually.

‘’Oh, okay. That won’t be a problem with me anyways.’’ Emmy says as she sips her lemonade.

I also take a sip, wow this is good stuff.

‘’This is really good. You made this?’’ I ask before drinking some more.

She nods in response as I sit the cup back down, ready to carry on our talk. I loved her voice, it was sweet and gentle. Nothing like me or my personality.

‘’Why do you say it won’t be a problem? Do you not wear those types of things?’’ I ask, a curious grin on my face.

‘’Well.. not really. I’d rather look presentable than like I just left a one night stand. You know?’’ She laughs a little.

‘’Yeah. I understand. And I respect that.’’ I admit.

Emmy just blushes a little at me as she smiles that cute little smile of hers.

Alright Styles… chill out. You might be a little love drunk, but cut it with all the cute stuff. But I can’t! She’s just so cute! Oh well, that’s enough. You’re right. Be gentle and kind, but stay strong.

‘’So, do you live alone? Or do you have a roommate or whatever?’’ I ask curiously, I was just hoping she was single.

‘’Yeah, its just me.’’ She sighs lightly.

‘’Oh, well.. I didn’t know for sure how long you wanted me to stay. I’d hate to upset your boyfriend by being here too long.’’ I say as I get off the of the stool.

‘’No! Wait.. You don’t have to leave. I um. I don’t have a boyfriend.’’ She sighs lightly in protest.

‘’Oh.. well um. Are you sure? You have lots of boxes to unpack.’’ I remind her.

Did I want to leave, no. And did she want me to leave, nope. And that what’s amazing about this.

‘’No, I’d be honored to have you over for a while. I um, I have some questions about my job and all..’’ She smiles sweetly as I get back on the stool.

‘’Questions? About your job?” I ask, raising an eyebrow. She nods a little.

‘’Well then, Emmy..’’ I smile as I lean my elbows on the marble top of the island and rest my chin in my hands as I fold them.

I smirk a little as she looks away, blushing at me.

‘’Ask away.’’


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