DaddyDomH (Harry Styles Fanfic)

Chapter 25

"Boo!" Demi yelled jumping out smiling. I didn't jump but, I did laugh at her failed attempt to scare me. She knew it never worked. "What's up?" I asked folding the tables of jeans as she frowned.

"Obviously nothing" she snapped and I looked at her confused. "What do you mean?" I asked as she handed me a strawberry banana smoothie. "Your off in a bit right?" I looked at my phone. "Fifteen minutes" I said in relief. "Good. We need to talk" she said in a simple tone. "About what?" I asked confused.

"Don't worry about it right now. Meet me at chipotle, I'm hungry" she said then headed out leaving me there. If there's one thing I know about Demi it's when she brings your favorite smoothie, she means business. But I couldn't think of what she wanted to talk about. Nothing has happened since London and that was about a month ago. I've barely even told her about that.

It hurt too much.

In this month though, I moved out of my parents house and into a nice apartment thanks to the money from Zayn's ring. I think I was set for almost 4 months and in that time I'll make more working.

Once I clocked out, I drove to chipotle up the street and parked a bit nervous to what she had to talk about. I knew it was something serious. I walked in and saw her walking to a table with two bowls smiling. I eyed her suspiciously but sat down anyway.

"Eat" she said and I rolled my eyes. "What's going on Demi?" "You tell me" she said frowning and I shook my head "Nothi-" "I can see you're not happy and it's been going on for a while. I was kind of hoping it would pass or you would talk to me about it but, you haven't...-" "Demi-" "Please let me finish" she begged and I looked down at the bowl mixing the food.

"You look exhausted and I thought maybe it was because you two were apart again but, you weren't like this before when he left New York. Yeah you were a bit sad but not like this... What happened in London?" She quickly asked and I didn't look up. I didn't want to talk about it but, I didn't want her to think I didn't trust her either.

"Did he hurt you? Was it a bad argument?" I shook my head. "Why did you change your number right after you came back then?" My heart dropped remembering the reason why. Zayn. He kept calling leaving disgusting voicemails, and messages so I just changed it but never told her the reason why and never gave it to Harry. I don't think he would've cared anyway.

The last time we spoke was at the airport. It was a simple hug and goodbye and it was left at that even though my mind was overwhelmed by the night before.

His touch, his words, the pleasure.

HIS TOUCH.

"Okay well, I don't know what happened but, I know he loves you" she tried to reassure. I wish that was true. "He lov –" "He doesn't love me, he told me " I whispered then dug into my food and it went silent.

"Well I at least know he cares for you. A lot. Who would send you all those gifts, come all the way from England, and pay for you to come see him there if he didn't care?" She asked and I took a deep breath hating this subject.

"I know that. I know he cared for me ... that's why I was still with him" But, with everything that happened that week, I could conclude that this relationship we had was over.

"It's over between us"

I told myself that over and over to try and make things easier. To have some closure but I couldn't. I still had the gift he gave me for my birthday. I never opened it but I just kept it in my top drawer. I didn't know what to do with it, whether to keep it or send it back to him so it just stayed there.

I wish I knew what to do.

I wish I wasn't so messed up right now.

I was barely holding myself together right now even though everything was going so good for me.