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**


14. You're The Best

Emmy’s POV

‘’Mr. Styles, you can lie down on the couch if you need to.’’ I insist as I turn on the TV, making my way back towards him. He stumbles over to the couch, falling down with a little chuckle as he lies on his back, propping his feet on the arm as he kicks off his boots, letting them drop with a loud ‘thump’ on the floor.

‘’I wanna watch TV, Emmy!’’ He whines like a little punished kid as I grab the remote from the end table. ‘’Hold up a second, I’m trying.’’ I smile lightly as I roll my eyes playfully at him. I hand him the remote and he gladly takes it.

I watch in amusement as he puts the remote very, very close to his face, almost a millimeter from his skin. ‘’I can’t see the letters!’’ He groans as he drops the remote to the floor. ‘’Okay, um, well, I’ll do it then.’’ I say as I go over and lean down to pick it up.

‘’I wanna watch a movie!’’ Mr. Styles informs me, his voice loud and his tone childish, but it was sort of cute actually. ‘’Okay, what movie?’’ I ask, smiling as I look down at him. ‘’I.. I.. I wanna watch.. uh, um, uh,.. Nemo!’’ He says happily with a bright smile.

‘’Okay, let me go to my room and go get it, okay?’’ I say as I sit the remote back down on the coffee table. ‘’Okay!’’ He nods rapidly for a few seconds before I turn around and head towards my bedroom door. ‘’Emmy!’’ Mr. Styles calls out like a little kid who was lost in a store, looking for his parents. Desperate and afraid sounding.

‘’Yes?’’ I ask as I turn on my heel, freezing so I can just see him perfectly from my spot in the room. ‘’I’m cold.. C-ca-can I get a blanket?” He asks from the couch. ‘’Yeah, I’ll bringing you one.’’ I say as I turn back around and open my bedroom door, which wasn’t far from the couch.

My bedroom was freezing cold, but I liked it like that so it was very refreshing. I just have to have the room freezing in order to go to sleep, I’m weird like that I know. But I’m sure it isn’t just me, you know, so at least it’s not some stupid insecurity I have, because trust me, I have many of them.

In my closet, I knew there was a huge, fluffy fleece blanket with the American Flag printed on it, and I knew it kept your body warm so I’m sure Mr. Styles will like that. I open the door and reach down into the plastic tub that sat on the floor, it was packed with mostly blankets and sheets that I haven’t put away yet on to the top shelf of the closet.

It was on top, so I quickly grabbed it and threw it on the bed as I walked past it towards my book shelf which was mostly filled with DVD’s, in alphabetical order just because I’m weird that way too. I put the tip of my finger on the spine of the plastic cases and run it along them, my eyes searching for ‘’Finding Nemo’’, which just happens to be one of my favorites of all time.

I find it not too long after I started, I knew what I was looking for so that’s why I didn’t hesitate to hurry. I grab it and hurry to get the blanket before returning to the door way, turning the light off and shutting the door behind me, to keep the cool air in of course.

As I reached the living room, I could hear Mr. Styles’ voice, but it was muffled and unclear. I furrowed my eyebrows as I saw him with his face in the pillow, his arm dangling off the couch, his fingertips tapping against the floor.

‘’Um, Mr. Styles, I got what you asked for.’’ I say, trying to keep this normal, even though it’s very far from it. His head pops up and he grins at me, showing me those cute dimples of his with those amazing emerald eyes shining, despite the light red layer covering them thanks to the alcohol he had.

‘’Thank you, Emmy! You’re the best!’’ He squeals happily as he gets himself off the couch, standing to take the thanks from me. He stumbles a little as I hand him the blanket. He chuckles as he falls back onto the couch, unfolding the blanket and throwing it over his chest and down once he’s lied back on the couch again.

‘’Put the movie in! Put the movie in!’’ He begs as I go towards the TV. I nod a little as I laugh lightly, he was rather cute when he was drunk. I press the eject button on the DVD player. When the disc holder slides out, I sit the DVD on it carefully and assist it by pushing it back in.

It takes a second or two before the previews begin to pop up on my flat screen TV that was mounted to the wall, it came with the apartment, I didn’t buy it. I stand up and turn to face Mr. Styles, who was now lying on his side, the side of his face pressed into the couch throw pillows that he piled up for head support.

I hurry to get out in front of the TV, just incase he couldn’t see it. As I get to him, I kneel down so that I was right in his face, but in a concerning manner that’s all though. ‘’Do you need anything else?” I ask softly as he burns his eyes into mine, not wanting to look away from our contact.

‘’Water.’’ He mumbles lightly. I nod as I go to stand up. As I step an inch or so away from his, I felt his tight grip on my wrist. I look back down at him, raising my eyebrows to indicate that I was ready for his question, whatever it might be this time, but I still didn’t mind either way.

‘’Thank you, Emmy. No one’s ever.. cared this much.’’ He smiles, releasing my wrist. ‘’My pleasure.’’ I smile back before walking off towards the kitchen to get him what he requested. This was weird, but don’t get me wrong, I liked taking care of him. When he’s drunk, he’s like a cute little kid, and it’s really adorable actually. Believe it or not.


My eyes wondered over to Mr. Styles’ silent, still body. He was deep into the last ten or so minutes of the fourth movie he’s watched since he lied down on the couch. At the moment, he was watching Shrek, which he told me was one of his favorites too.

He was looking like he was sobering up some, but not as much as you might would have thought just by looking at him. I was sitting on the other couch, which sat adjacent to the one he was on. I tried to act as if I was just glancing around up from my phone when I looked his way, but it didn’t really matter because he wasn’t even focusing on anything but that TV.

It was very late, early into the morning hours. I sighed as I glanced at the time, yep, it was very early. Too early actually. Good thing it was Saturday though, because that means neither of us have to get up and go to work tomorrow. But I’m sure he has something to do, I mean c’mon, look who he is.

‘’Emmy.’’ Mr. Styles groaned my name out as he rolled over onto his opposite side, his back facing the TV, clearly not interested in the movie anymore. Well, then yet again, we all know how it ends. ‘’Are you okay, Mr. Styles?’’ I ask curiously as I sit my phone down on the couch beside where I’m sitting, my eyes steady on him, even though I can’t see his face.

‘’My head hurts.’’ He whines into the back cushion of the couch. ‘’You want me to get you some medicine?” I ask as I stand up, prepared to go to the kitchen and grab a water and some pills for him, I hope he’s okay though. ‘’Please.’’ He sighs, he even sounds like he’s hurting. Poor thing.

I found my self in the kitchen faster than I could even blink. I had already had my hand on the cabinet handle, opening it and grabbing the pain killers for a headache. I took out two and put the top back on, returning it to it’s previous location.

My hand wrapped around a bottle of water that was sitting on the counter, I probably left it out earlier while tending to Mr. Styles’, which I still don’t mind doing, because I’m his assistant anyways, right? Exactly, it’s no different than working, really, if you ask me at least.

‘’Here,’’ I say as I get back to the living room and over to him. He huffed a little as he rolled onto his back, leaning up some so he can take the medicine I’m giving him. He takes it from my palm, his fingertips brushing against my skin, making me blush a little.

His eyes looked up at my reaction to that, he smiled a little before throwing the pills in his mouth and taking a long, heavy sip of the water before returning it to my hand. ‘’Thank you.’’ He grumbles a he lies back down like before, his back to me as I head back towards the kitchen.

I wasn’t going to tell him to leave, because in reality, it didn’t matter to me. He trusts me and I trust him, so that’s what really matters. And plus, I’m taking care of him so he probably understands that I will allow him to stay as long as he needs to, even overnight.

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