Break On Me

"Maybe it's not about the happy ending.. Maybe it's about the story."

Sometimes it’s hard to accept what is, and it’s hard to go along with something even though you know you could do better.. But how come it’s so easy to slip up? So easy to say the wrong thing, use the wrong words, or even make the wrong moves? Sometimes we just all need to break.. in more ways than just mentally. I want you to know, that no matter what, I will always be here for you.. whether you like it or not, if you want me here or if you want me to live.. If you love me, or if you hate.. You can always break on me baby.


We loose ourselves in the things we love, we find ourselves there too..


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47. Chapter 046

 

//Harry//

My eyes darted to the intercom on my office wall as I heard it beep, it’s most likely Judy calling me down or telling me I have an important visitor. But for once, just this one time, I hope she says otherwise.
“Mr. Styles.’’ She says, waiting for my reply.
“Yes?’’ I say in a loud voice, the thing was all the way across the room.
“Emmy just arrived, I’m sending her up right away.” She informs me.
“Thank you!’’ I basically yell back as I adjust the cuffs on my shirt, wanting to look the best for my girl. I haven’t seen her in hours and it’s killing me. I look down, making sure I looked nice – I know it drives her crazy sometimes, and I like it a lot.
Just when my mind processed the fact that Emmy was here in this building I felt my pants tighten a bit more they were before. I glance down at my bulge forming in my pants, the things that girl does to me…
“Walk a little faster.’’ I mumble to myself as if she could hear me out loud.
As much as I hate it I have to be away from both of my girls sometimes, and I certainly don’t favor the idea at all. But I have to work and be productive, or else I won’t make any money to support them with. That’s one of the biggest things that matter to me, taking care of my girls. I don’t want to work, but I have to and the reason is worth it.
Emmy should be at least half way up the elevator shaft by now. My heart was pounding hard in my chest, I just want to see her. The suspense is practically killing me, and the tension in my pants isn’t really assisting me well at the moment.
I nearly had a heart attack as the door suddenly flew open, an exhausted but yet excited Emmy appeared in my vision. A smile swept across my face, I’ve missed her.
“Hey.’’ She says, dropping the multiple shopping bags in her hands before she skips over to me, that damn cute grin on her face.
“Hey baby, did you have a good time?” I ask, my arms extending a little as she reaches me. She slides her arms around my torso, holding onto me tight. I wrap mine around her and keep her in place, I have greatly missed the feeling of holding my girl in my arms.
“Yeah, I got some stuff.’’ She says against my chest, her small hands pressed against the small of my back, a place she loves to touch for some reason.
“I noticed.’’ I chuckle lightly, my lips soon pecking a kiss against the top of her ear. “I’ve missed you, darling.’’ I inform her, the smell of her hair filling my nose in a heavy amount, but it’s the perfect scent to inhale.
“I’ve missed you, too.’’ She says in a soft voice, releasing me from her grip as she leans back some, staring up at me with those beautiful eyes she was blessed with at birth, just so beautiful.
“What’d you get?’’ I ask curiously, cocking an eyebrow at her. She gives me a gentle laugh before removing her hands from my body, completely cutting off our contact with each other. But I don’t mind at this point, she’s here with me and that’s all that matters.
“Go sit!’’ Emmy says, pointing to my desk. I sigh lightly, playfully rolling my eyes to her as I leave her side, heading towards my desk. I grab the chair and roll it from behind the wooden desk, placing it in front of it instead, so I can get a better look.
Every single time I sit in this damn chair I think of what happened that day, that glorious and amazing day so long ago it seems, but not as long as I interpret it to be though. I sit down in time to see Emmy bending over to reach into one of the bags, showing me how good those jeans fit her..
She soon stands straight, a piece of clothing in her hand as she stays with her back facing me. I hear the soft click of the lock being turned, perhaps she will show them off to me, I’d like that very much. After a few seconds pass, she spins on her heel and I notice her burning red cheeks, she’s so adorable to me. I completely love every single second with her, and every single inch of her too.
“Tell me about it, silly.’’ I say as she just holds the dress in front of her. She groans unpleasantly, she’s not up for the idea but I know she’ll do it just for me.
“Well, it’s by Giorgio Armani.. and I promise I’ll wear it more than once.’’ A cheeky grin comes to her face, she better where that dress. I’m not oblivious to the cost, I know how much those dresses range for. I’m okay with that, I don’t mind. But as long as she buys it to wear it and not just to have it.
“It’s nice, I like it.’’ I say, giving her a gesture with my hand to carry on. I watch Emmy gently fold the dress over her arm, picking it up and draping it onto the other just to fold it again. Finally, she neatly places it back into the bag. Next she pulls out a box, I know exactly what it is – something she can never, and will never have a enough of.. Shoes.
“So I wasn’t even planning on going in the store, but Carly saw something in the window and we went in. Well.. Harry, oh my gosh, these are stunning!” She squeals as she opens the box and walks over to me, lowering it some so I could see.
I didn’t think it could get worse, the fact that they’re shoes is already enough. But I’ll be damned, they’re covered in glitter. In my head I was silently questioning every woman in the world, why is glitter so appealing to you? I mean, I don’t mind it on Emmy, she looks good in everything. These shoes.. god, help me. These shoes.
“What happened? Did they drown in glitter?’’ I say with a laugh leaving my mouth as I pick up one of the Christian Louboutin shoe.
“No silly! Aren’t they pretty?’’ She asks, her voice high, a sign to me that she really is excited about these damn shoes.
“I love them.’’ I say as I look my eyes automatically meet hers, still so beautiful to me. She blushes a little, embarrassed that I caught her staring at me, I don’t mind at all though.
“What else have you got?’’ I ask in a mumble, bringing her back to reality, I know I get lost in her eyes.. I wonder if she gets lost in mine too? Something I guess I’ll never truly now, just another mystery to me, another reason to love my beautiful girl.
“Hold on.’’ She says, turning quickly and trotting back to the huddle of bags by the door. I bite own on the inside of my cheek, watching her bend over was turning me on more than I already was. I tried to hide it, cross my legs so it’s not obvious you know, but damn.. it’s getting harder and harder by the second, and her constantly being beautiful to me doesn’t help much.
“I don’t want to show you everything just yet, there won’t be any surprise then. But I will show you this.’’ Emmy says as she leans up from the mass of bags beside her feet. A smirk comes to her face as she walks the short distance back over to me, just a few feet.
“It’s from Stella McCartney.” Emmy says softly as she hands the pieces to me. I lick my lips at the sexy lace and floral pattern, imaging this on my girl is pushing me on the verge of exploding in my pants right now. Way out on the edge..
“Do you like it?’’ She asks almost in a whisper, fiddling with her fingers as she awaits my answer. I look up at her, those eyes stuck on me like glue. She gives me a gentle smile, so cute.
“Of course I like it.’’ I say as I move my chair back a few inches, just so I won’t be in her way. She steps back, her head tilting up to look at me, but I don’t stare at her for long.
I turn around and place the bra and panty set on my desk, not wanting to think too much more about it, I really wouldn’t like to blow up just yet. I bit down on my lip as I turn to see Emmy just a little bit closer than before.
“But do you what I like more?’’ I ask, my hands grabbing her waist, carefully pulling her against me. Her body hits mine and she looks up again, her arms around my waist.
“What’s that?’’ She asks in a mutter.
“You.’’

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