Her Daddy // H.S.

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OMG HEYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY. So we need as ship name for Harry and Rose: which do you like best?- Rorry, Hose, Harse, or Rosy. Or come up with you own!!!! Comment Below and remember to vote! Thanks...Hehehehe . I luv cheesecake. And harry styles.... So know whenever there are mature chapters I am going to put a sex gif (a.k.a Hawt Gifs) above just incase you didn't read the title of the chapter. So much CURSSSSSSINGGG. Soon ur gonna get a HArry POV. SOON.

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Soon after I released, arching my back and moaning loudly. My shorts were soaked when I looked down.

"Ruined..." I gritted clenching my jaw.

"I was never going to let you wear them ever again any way," I heard Harry say as he chuckled

Glaring back at him I pushed him away as I muttered Creep and walked away.

What the hell was I thinking! I just let a 30 year old man pleasure me, and I enjoyed it. I was a virgin and I intended to stay that way until I found the one.

Walking to my room, I opened the drawer where my pjs i bought were supposed to be, but no avail. Instead was a little red heart shape stockinet you would find at Staples (If you don't what Staples is, it is a stationary store. You get (paper, pencils, pens notecase, poster, blah blah) on Valentines Day. I quickly grabbed it as I read what it said in purple Gel Pen.

Sup Rose! I'm sorry about the Pj thing. Mr. Styles woudn't let me give you your Pjs. He said he wanted you to wear the ones he wanted. Sorry bout that

~hannah

I hate him. The ones he wanted was obviously lingerie, who did he think he was That bastard. Slamming open the closet door, I found a pair of black slutty lingerie. Throwing it on, I walked to Harry's room, my arms crossed, my emotions mad.

"Who the hell do you think you are!" I exclaimed as I entered Harry's room.

"Harry Edward Styles, Darling" he said smoothly, looking up at me, eyebrows raised.

"I fucking know that! Who are you to just take away all my PJs! They were mine not yours, you dick!"

Suddenly his expression became hard as he looked at me eyes blazing, "I won't tolerate you cursing." He sternly said looking me in the eye.

Looking right back, I said,"And I won't tolerate you stealing my clothes."

Walking towards him so I was centimeters away from him I hear hims say,"They were bought with my money, there for my clothes, honey"

I opened my mouth to say something but he covered my mouth with his hand. He turned around and got in bed. Waiting until his breath became even, I sighed, turned of the lights and went to the library. I wasn't the slightest bit tired, not after that ordeal.