Daddy's Girls (OT4/You G!P)

32: "If you continue... you'll see."

I'm stressing out.

Three of the girls are already in the gym for the music video, but Leigh-Anne. The director's gonna be here any minute and I like to have things in order before they come.

Like always.

I asked the girls if they knew where she was, and Jade told me she was still in her dressing room.

I rush out, heart pounding as I run towards hers.

When I get to the door with her name taped on it, I knock. "Leigh, you okay?" I ask, trying not to sound too out of breath.

I hear her groan in frustration, "Could you come on a sec? I need help."

"With?"

"Wardrobe malfunction," she answers. This has happened a number of times, so I open the door. I could barely contain my snicker when I see her dress is on backwards and the zipper is stuck.

"What?" She nearly whines. I clear my voice, "Nothin', it's—it's just your dress is on backwards," I break out laughing by then. After my short laughing fit, I look at her to see her with her arms folded over the back of the dress.

"Okay, Bunny, hold your boobs," I say jokingly and she does so with a little eye roll. I call her that when she's upset because she looks like a little bunny rabbit.

I struggle a bit to get the zipper undone; it was pretty stuck. "Leigh-Leigh, how the fuck did you do this?"

"I thought I could zip it myself but it got suck on my bra," she replies.

I try a few more times, but it wouldn't budge.

Ten's time's the charm because I'm able to yank it down as far as it would go. Which was right under her bellybutton. "T-There you go," I say, my voice unsteady for some reason.

She then turns her back to me and proceeds to take off her bra. I tug at my collar to reduce the heat I feel under my shirt.

Now, I had hooked up with Jesy again just two weeks ago, but now, she has a boyfriend. Perrie's still getting over her breakup and I don't wanna jeopardize that by being a horny teenaged boy.

She needs space, so I give her space.

But seeing Leigh like this, has me thinking impurely.

She turns her body with her hand covering her mounds. "Can you put this in my bag there?" She hands me the blood red material and I take it.

A dirty part of me wanted to keep it, but I shake that sin off and I store it in her Gucci backpack.

"Thanks, Star," she smiles, turning the dress the right way. "I'll help this time," I say with a smile of my own. "Awe, you're the best," she says, once again facing away from me.

I swallow my spit and get behind her, trying not to tremble too much. I could feel a dangerous force rising and I know I'm fucked.

I chose today of all days not to tuck. It's uncomfortable and I figured since I'm wearing an all black tux with a red vest and tie, it wouldn't be noticeable.

You can't really see it when I wear black, but I know if I stand too close, she'll feel it.

"Star, why are you so far back like that?" She giggles and I chuckle nervously, "American thing." She turns her head to me with an unconvinced expression on her face.

"No, really," I freeze for a second and she does something surprising. She takes my tie in her small hand and pulls me towards her. Before I could protest, I brush against her back.