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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47. Rumor Has It

Emmy’s POV

Harry’s jacket smelt like him, his cologne. It smelt perfect, just the scent I want to smell for the rest of my life. But sometimes I doubt if I will even make it through the rest of this year.

I wish someone would have warned me about relationships and love. I hate it sometimes, only for the negative things it brings into my life and into my mind.

Every damn day I think of ending it all right then and there as I stare into the bathroom mirror. But then I know, just outside that door, Harry’s waiting on me to come out so we can finish our movie or our dinner or whatever it would be that night.

Sometimes you have to step out of the box, you have to open it for the light, but you have to step out for the full experience.

My phone beeped for the third or fourth time in the past ten minutes. It was Harry of course, making sure I was okay. I’m being hesitant about replying, I haven’t at this point.


Harry: Baby please come back out here. I’ll shut up about everything. Please.


Harry: Emmy, I love you darling. I need to see that pretty face, come on please.


Harry: I love you.


Harry: ♥



I sigh deeply as my fingertip hovers over the letter. I take a deep breath and exhale slowly and smoothly as I find myself soon typing up some sort of reply in return of his apologizing and begging.


Me: I’ll be out soon, and I love you too Harry.


I step out of the stall, I was sick of standing in there like a freak trying to stop myself from crying.

As I pass the mirror, I catch a glimpse of myself and I stop, staring at my reflection.

My makeup was slightly smudged and a little bit of it was running down my cheeks. My hair wasn’t at it’s best, but not at isn’t worst either.

You could see the pain that was going on internally. Sometimes I don’t even realize it’s there, but it always is.


Depression.


I take medicine for it, it works half the time, but really.. you can tell that I have something wrong with me. I’m glad it’s that, and nothing more or anymore extreme.

These two girls, a little older than me, come through the door and go down to the last sink, not far from me.

They share in the mirror, fixing each other’s hair in places they couldn’t see or notice on their own.

From the corner of my eye, I see one of them glance at me a few times.

‘’You know the designer Harry Styles, right? Well.. that’s his girlfriend..’’ She whispers to the other.

I push a strand of hair behind my ear, trying to act like I was ignoring them completely. But lately it’s been much, much harder than ever before.

‘’Rumor has it.. she’s suicidal.’’ The other says in return.

‘’Of course she is.. aren’t they all?’’ The girl had a laugh in her tone.

I gulp to myself, trying to keep my thoughts to myself and my self-esteem higher than they’re 2 sense. But sometimes it’s hard to keep calm when people, especially women, always have something to say about me.

“Anyways, did you hear about what happened to Katy Perry on stage? Her top slid down.’’ The girls move on with their lives.. at least something good happened at the moment.

I take one last look at myself, staring into my own eyes. For some odd reason, I finally noticed something about me right now, I had bags under my eyes, almost completely covered by my makeup.. but they were still there.

I looked rather pale, more than usual. It was my Depression, I’ll probably be pretty down in the dumps tonight, and for the next few days. As always.


 




‘’Thank God, you’re okay.’’ Harry says as I turn the corner to find him standing and waiting for me not too far from where we were sitting.

He holds his arms out for me, but I walk past him. Not trying to be rude, but I just didn’t want to be here, not like this.

‘’Emmy? I thought everything was okay baby?’’ Harry says, worry to his tone, as he begins to follow behind me.

I glance over my shoulder to see him running a hand through his hair, staring at me as I finally reached the door.

‘’What’s wrong baby?’’ Harry asks as I stop in the doorway, turning to face him, my lip quivering and my eyes watering again.

‘’I wanna go home.. I want to leave.’’ I mumble, staring down at his feet. Not mine, but his.

‘’Why? Are you okay? Tired?’’ he asks, his hands on my waist as he pulls me a little closer to him. ‘’I’m tired.. I don’t feel good.. and these.. these girls in the bathroom.’’ I stop myself with a sigh, leaning my forehead against Harry’s chest.

‘’What happened baby?’’ He whispers as my arms go around his torso. His chin was on top of my head and one of his hands was on the back of my head, petting my hair gently as the other remained on my waist.

‘’They were talking about me..’’ I tell him truthfully, sick of all these damn lies. ‘’It’s okay baby, don’t cry.. just.. calm down.’’ He sighs as he probably hears me sniff a few good times, trying to hold it in.

‘’Please can we go home?’’ I ask again, squeezing him tight. ‘’Sure baby, anything for you.’’ Harry says as he places a kiss on the top of my head.



Depression.



No one takes it seriously, until it’s too late. But Harry, I think he.. he might actually understand me.


Thank God someone does for once.

 

Hope You Lovelys Like it So Far..

~Angie

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