Daddy's Girl

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  • Published: 26 Dec 2016
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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**


9. That Little Line

Emmy’s POV

‘’Alright. Emmy, I trust you to do me well. You grab some things you’ll think would look nice on me, and meet me at the dressing room in fifteen minutes, okay?’’ Mr. Styles’ eyes stared into mine as I looked up at him.

I simply nodded in return to that, I wasn’t too sure why he wanted me to do this for him, but I wasn’t going to deny it really.

“Any questions?’’ He asks, raising his eyebrows at me.

‘’Um.. are there any colors you don’t like? What about the prices?’’ I ask him, curious to know.

‘’I don’t really prefer anything purple, but if you happen to find something purple and you’d think it be nice, then I’d try it out. Oh, and don’t worry. I have no limit on the cost.’’ He shrugs a little.

‘’O-okay.’’ I mumble, staring at my hands as I fiddle with my fingers.

‘’I trust you, see you in fifteen.’’ He winks lightly before turning on his heel and walking off.

I sigh lightly as I turn around, walking away from where ever he was going. I have to find the men’s department. I have never been in this store, I didn’t even know the name.

But as I was looking around, I noticed some of the price tags, God. It was like these clothes were made of gold and studded with diamonds. I sigh a little as I look for any signs of the men’s clothing area.

I begin to lightly hum to myself as I look. I probably looked like a lost puppy to the people that passed me. Here I was in skinny jeans and converses in this high price fancy outlet store, I looked completely miss placed.

I was that one yellow flower in a sea full of red ones. I wasn’t in my comfort zone, and I didn’t really like that. But at the same time, it was nice that Mr. Styles trusts me enough alright to go shopping for him.

He trusts me, right? Yeah. I think.

Finally I see a person that actually works here, I thought I’d never find anyone to guide me. I walk up to the woman and clear my throat. She turns around and raises her eyebrows as she looks me up and down.

“May I.. help you?’’ She asks.

‘’Um, yes. Were’s the men’s department?’’ I ask her kindly, unlike the way she was treating me.

‘’Are you sure you’re in the right store?’’ She laughs out of shock.

‘’I’m here for my boss, actually.’’ I shrug a little.

‘’Oh, are you know? Who’s your boss? Brad Pitt?’’ She rolls her eyes.

‘’Actually, no. Harry Styles.’’ I say.

Her deep brown eyes widen as she looks at me. Her lips part slightly out of shock. I just stand there, confused on why she was so darn shocked at that, and why she cared to know in the first place.

‘’You mean..  the Harry Styles?’’ She asks.

‘’Yes.’’ I nod a little.

‘’I don’t believe you. Besides.. you’re too.. plain to work for such a big shot like him.’’ She smirks, rolling her eyes lightly at me.

‘’Would you believe me if I showed you this?’’ I ask as I pull out the building access card that I was given this morning.

I hear the woman gulp as she stares at the name and the logo.

‘’Oh.. um.. well.. the men’s ware.. is um.. Right past the fitting rooms, that way.’’ She mumbles as she points behind her, the direction I was walking in the first place.

‘’Okay, thank you.’’ I smile as I shove the card back in to my back pocket and I head that way, leaving her dazed.

‘’Who knew that little line could get me what I wanted.’’ I laugh to myself as I roll my eyes, the world these days.

A good minute or two passed before I came up on the fitting rooms. I keep walking as I was told and I finally see the things I was looking for.

I zig zag through the stands of neatly folded shirts, looking for something in particular. I smile as I reach the section it was in. I was looking for something purple, just to test my fashion skills, even though I have few.

‘’Lets see here…’’ I mumble to myself as I look for the color I wanted, dark purple.

My eyes scan the racks until I come across a violet colored top, I was close so that was a good thing. I go down further and I see the exact color I wanted.

I remembered the sizes Mr. Styles told me, so as I reached the section of the rack I started to search for the size he needed.

‘’Ah ha!’’ I smile lightly as I grab the shirt and throw it neatly over my arm.

‘’Now.. what would look nice on him?’’ I sigh to myself as I picture Mr. Styles in my mind and I see him in all different shades of colors.

Then I come across the mental image of him in yellow. Oh! He looks nice in yellow! I smile brightly to myself as I open my eyes and search for the lighter, brighter colors.

Of course I made sure the shirts I were going to pick were button up, that’s all this man ever wears. Everything his picture is in a magazine or online, he’s wearing a button up shirt with the top four buttons undone, to show off his amazing, toned, tattooed chest.

After my search for some clothes, which took around a total of ten minutes, including the time searching for the men’s department, I had found a few shirts for Mr. Styles to try on, each a color I thought would look nice on him.

I skip happily, with a smile on my face, towards the fitting rooms where I was supposed to find him. I sigh a little as I finally reach them, but he’s nowhere in sight.

What! He said fifteen minutes! And I was a minute late! I look around, trying to see if I see him. But I see nothing.

I plop down on the small couch and throw my arm over the side, sitting the clothes beside me. I was only a little annoyed, not much though.

Patiently, I sigh to myself, staring at the floor, hoping and praying he wouldn’t be too long. I just really wanted to see the purple on him, I bet it would look amazing.

Curiously, something that I forgot to look at it, I pick up the shirt on top of the pile and I look at the price tag.

My eyes widen as I see those numbers all together, $102.95 for this simple, plain shirt.

So, even more curious now, I pick up the second shirt which was a soft blue one. I look at the price too. $62.97, and I noticed a small green sticker that said ‘Clearance’ on it. It probably retailed at like $120 or so.

I look at the purple shirt next, very curious about this one. It was $99.85. My plain shirts cost like $10, and they come in a pack of like five so.. yeah. I guess I’m just a loser, a cheap little closer.

‘’I didn’t take too long, did I?’’ I heard that raspy, sexy British accent voice say and I look over my shoulder, my eyes bulging out of my head.

What. The. Hell.    
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