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**


52. Jealous

{4 Days Later//8:50pm}
Emmy’s POV

‘’Would you like a glass of champagne?” A man asks me as he extends a silver tray full of tall wine glasses to me. ‘’Thank you.’’ I smile lightly as I grab one for myself and one for Harry, remembering that he asked me to get him one if they man came by.

Speaking of Harry, he should be back soon. He had to go to the restroom, one of the few places I couldn’t tag along and go with him.

I sighed as I stood, holding the glasses without even thinking about what it might taste like. Honestly, I was tired. But this event meant a lot to Harry, some of his designs are going to be in the show and I knew he really wanted me to see his new stuff.

Suddenly I felt two hands on my waist from behind, pulling me back carefully. ‘’You look so  beautiful..from all angles.’’ Harry’s voice whispered into my ear, I could just hear the sexy damn smirk.

I blush lightly, not really replying to him. ‘’Oh, I see you got me a drink, thank you darling.’’ He says as he moves his hands and steps in front of me, pecking my forehead gently.

The heels I was wearing brought my eyes almost level with his chin. “Yes I did.’’ I say. ‘’Well thank you, I was dying of thirst.’’ He laughs as he takes a sip of the nice drink.

Harry’s eyes latched onto mine as I nervously looked up at him. ‘’What’s wrong baby?” He asks, furrowing his eyebrows at me. My eyes leave his gaze and begin to stare at all these beautiful models getting ready to show off their amazing bodies.

‘’All these girls.. are so.. so beautiful.’’ I mumble lightly as I sigh, looking down at my feet. ‘’No babe, these girls are not beautiful.’’ Harry sighs, his hand on my waist as he pulls me as close as he could get me right now.

“They’re fucking models, Harry.’’ I laugh out of shock. I can’t believe he just said that. Seriously, why would he even dare to say that?

‘’Emmy.. they’re models because they’re tall and skinny. You’re the beautiful one, trust me.’’ Harry tries to assure me of this, but it wasn’t quite working at the moment, or at all really.

‘’Please Harry,’’ I sigh with an eye roll that I knew he saw, ‘’what do I have that these beautiful women don’t?’’

‘’A nice ass. Boobs. Lips. Beautiful eyes. Perfect thighs. Perfect hips. Perfect waist. Perfect everything.. you’re amazing, a lot more beautiful than any of these bitches here.’’

Harry had somewhat of a point. I did have a nice butt, good sized boobs.


‘’When did you design that?’’ I whisper as I lean closer into Harry so he could hear me. He had his arm around my shoulders, his large hand on my shoulder giving it a squeeze every now and then.

‘’Secret.’’ He smiles gently as he glances over at me before back at the runway. ‘’I like it.’’ I say as I observe the cute, simple dress that Harry’s amazing talents created.

‘’Thanks.’’ He smiles again as he slides his arm from my shoulders to my waist, his hand touching the side of my thigh, purposely trying to make me horny I’m sure.

The girl that was wearing the dress wasn’t quite pretty. I’m not trying to be rude or mean, I’m just saying that because her eyebrows were too long and too thin. I’m a hater, but at least I don’t say the stuff out loud.. well at least not all the time.

I kept adjusting myself in the chair, probably getting a lot of attention from Harry but I tried not to look over at him just in case he was staring at me, probably trying to figure out what the hell was going on with me.

‘’What’s wrong?” His voice whispers into my ear as I feel his warm breath hit my cold skin. I shiver a little as I gulp, it wasn’t embarrassing it was just weird to say to him.

‘’I have to.. to pee.’’ I sigh as I mumble back to him. For a few seconds it was nothing but dead silence between us until Harry let out a light laugh, cutting the silence in to a million pieces.

‘’Babe, if you have to be pee, then go pee.’’ He laughs gently, kissing my cheek as he leans back in straight in his chair.

‘’I don’t want to go alone.’’ I whine lightly as I look over at him. Harry does nothing but look back over at me. He kept a gaze on me for at least half a second, staring his eyes into mine.

Out of completely nowhere, he leans to my ear and whispers, ‘’Does Daddy have to take his little girl to the bathroom? Hmm? Are too scared to go alone?’’ His voice had a sex tone to it. I knew exactly what was going through his mine, mainly because I glanced down at his lap and saw the bulge slightly arising in his tight jeans.

So, being the good girl I am for him, I played along and attempted to make him just as horny as he wanted to be.

‘’Yes. I need you to help me.’’ I reply with a smirk.

Before I could even blink, he stands up and pulls me up by my hand, dragging me towards the back stage exit.

I start to lightly giggle as he hurries up, trying to get to the door quicker than he knows he actually can. But he sped up our pace and we reached the exit faster than we both thought we could.

‘’Let’s fine that god damn bathroom.’’ He insists as the door slams shut behind us. A few people backstage look at us as the sound echoed through the huge room.

‘’Excuse me?’’ Harry says to a man holding an empty silver platter, he favored the guy that served me the drink earlier tonight. ‘’Yes, Mr. Styles?’’ He asks respectfully. ‘’Where’s the restrooms?’’ Harry says as he loosens his grip on my hand.

I got distracted by a girl walking by us, her eyes all on Harry as she passed by slowly, her dress riding up her thighs. She smirked his way then carried on with her life, I assume.

Suddenly I got this feeling in the pit of my stomach. It was burning inside of me and I could feel the flames in my throat. What was wrong with me? My heart was burning and my chest was heaving.

I wasn’t having a heart attack or anything medical. I was completely, one hundred percent, certainly..

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