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**


18. Too Afraid To Breathe

Harry’s POV

I was out of breath. This was a huge building, and of course I’m the idiot to think I can check each floor in under ten minutes for a girl who doesn’t even want anything to do with me anymore. Here I go again, checking every damn room and every single inch for her, when God only knows where the hell she is.

For some reason, I stop. I sigh as I lean against a wall, sinking down to the tile floor, letting the back of my head rest against the wall as I bring my knees up, resting my elbows on them. ‘’I fucking.. give up.’’ I mumble lightly to myself. I had no more energy. I felt dead, I felt useless, this wasn’t working.. not at all.

‘’Mr. Styles? Are you alright?’’ I heard a voice say. I open my eyes lightly, looking to the left, the direction it came. I see a guy standing outside of a doorway, staring down the hall at me. He wasn’t far away, but I still didn’t know who it was. Not by heart at least.

‘’Uh, yes.’’ I say as my eyes linger to my knees, keeping my attention on myself, my thoughts, my feelings. ‘’Are you sure?’’ He asks. ‘’Um.. no. I’m not.’’ I admit, not in any mood to lie like this. This was killing me, I needed to talk to Emmy. But I can’t find the damn girl.

‘’Is there anything I can do?’’ He asks, stepping a little closer, hands behind his back respectfully as he approaches closer to me. ‘’Yes.. send out a message.. that Emmy Matthews better be in the lobby.. in five minutes.. to meet me.. if she’s.. in the building.. or else.. she’s fired.’’ I say, composing myself once again and preparing my body to stand, which will be very hard to do so.

‘’Yes sir. Over the intercom?’’ He asks me as I reach my feet, trying to balance myself. I was tired, worn out, upset, mad, pissed, everything. But mostly.. I was just upset. ‘’Yes.’’ I nod again, just to get a nod in response from the guy before he turns and hurries to the room he was in font of earlier.

Before I knew it, or anything else in the world, I heard the speaker buzz above me, then the message going through the entire building. ‘’Mr. Styles would like for Emmy Matthews to be in the lobby in five minutes, if she is in the building, or else you’re fired. Repeated, Mr. Styles wants Emmy Matthews in the lobby in five.’’ I sigh as I adjust my belt, it had shifted a little due to my breakdown a few moments ago.

I step a foot toward the elevator. I’m giving her five minutes, or else her life will be fucked up from here on out.


Emmy’s POV

I stand patiently waiting. I knew I was in deep trouble. He called and messaged me several times, demanding me to return to his office, but I just didn’t have the nerve to. This job isn’t worth the public exposure, nor is it worth ruining his reputation.

It just seems as if I care more about him and his life than I do my own. I have no idea what my heart’s trying to tell me, if that was the right thing to worry about or not. I’m not sure anymore, I’m really not.

‘’Emmy?’’ I heard a high pitched voice say, most likely a woman. I turn around, gulping lightly as I see a woman standing here, her eyebrows raised high, her lips in a straight line. ‘’Mr. Styles would like to see you in 1-B.’’ She tells me, motioning her hand towards a room that was close to the front desk. I nod lightly as I step away from my spot, heading towards that door.

I couldn’t imagine in a million years of what could be waiting in that room. I might come out unemployed. I might not come out at all. Hell if I know, God only knows I guess. I exhale a deep, heavy breath I had forgot I was holding for so long as I grabbed the door handle and opened the door, stepping into the room.

My eyes quickly adjusted to the bright lighting. The first thing I could clearly see was Mr. Styles’s back as he faced a presentation screen, staring at the blank screen I assume. My heart started to race, my lungs were becoming dry, it was hard to breath.

‘’So.. you just fucking think it’s okay to ignore my calls. I’m your fucking boss.. don’t you think you should answer me?’’ He says with a normal tone. I released a shaky breath, it was a little too loud. ‘’Answer me, damn it. I’m not your friend. I’m your boss. Answer me. That’s a fucking order.’’ He snaps, turning around to face me.

‘’I.. I-‘’ ‘’Stop stuttering. Damn it, answer me.’’ He says, raising his voice a little as he steps closer to me, his eyes looked dark, but I tried not to think too much about it. ‘’I know what you were thinking… that I was some sweet.. friendly guy.. that wouldn’t make you.. work at all.. but damn it, I’ll be sure that you don’t think that anymore.’’ He adds.

I hadn’t even realized he had gotten so close to me until I gulped at the close presence of his tall, broad, muscular frame. His blazer was off, his wrist cuffs were unbuttoned, the top four buttons of his shirt were unbuttoned as well.

‘’What kind of fucking person do you take me for? You don’t know me, and you have no idea what I’m capable of.’’ He smirks lightly, stepping a little closer to me.

My neck began to hurt from straining and looking up at him. ‘’C’mon.. bitch.. reply to me. I’m talking to you, I’m your fucking boss, remember? It’s an order.’’ He mumbles lightly, leaning down so that his face was only an inch or less away from mine.

‘’It’s okay.. darlin’.. don’t cry.’’ Mr. Styles’s angry frown turned to a smirk as he lightly winked at me. But then it quickly faded like a bipolar person. What if he was? I didn’t have any time to think, because again, his mood changed quicker than I could blink.

‘’I.. I’ll make sure you realize.. that I’m not your friend. I’m your boss, damn it. Your fucking boss. And you’ll do what I say, isn’t that right?’’ He asks, furrowing his eyebrows in a knit as he stares at me, no emotions but anger on his face. ‘’Y-yes s-sir.’’ I nod lightly, afraid out of my mind. I had no idea what to do, nor did I want to do anything.

I was too afraid to even breathe anymore.


Mr.Styles Change But Dose He Feel The Same Way For Emmy Still?.


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