Trust [ Harry Styles AU ]

F O U R T E E N

"What the hell were you doing at a club on a Tuesday night Emma! You are unbelievable." Harry yelled at me.

I roll my eyes and rest my head on the car window. I did not want to deal with an angry Harry. I felt nauseous and his yelling is somehow making it worse. But Harry was right. I was foolish to go to a club, especially on a Tuesday night. My six-year-old daughter had school the next day, and I have a job to go to in the morning. Ugh... the worse part is that my own boss was the one had to come to "my rescue." I don't even know what's going on with the both of us? Are we a thing? I mean he has met my daughter... but that doesn't mean anything. Right? No of course not, he's literally fucked the whole staff. Then again those are just rumors... fuck I think he even has admitted it to me... wait I think that was just Amber telling me. Whatever is true he said I was nothing but an employe to him and that shit hurt. I'm nothing but just a quick fuck... well not really since nothing has happened yet. 

I need to stop because all this thinking is making me more nauseous and dizzy. 

"You know what could have happened to you if I wasn't there!" 

Oh god, he was still talking even after all this time, "I get it dad, it won't happen again." I had managed to say.

"Are you kidding me, Emma!" 

"Can you shhh, I have a headache and you're making it worse with all that talking." I closed my eyes once again. That only lasted for a few seconds because my face had met the back of Harry's seat. Harry had really pressed on the breaks on purpose. 

"Harry what the actual fuck." Great my headache turned into a migraine.

"Oops... it won't happen again." He mocked. 

I couldn't help but smile through the pain. 

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I flop onto his bed and let a moan slip out my mouth. I forgot how fucking amazing this bed felt. 

"Get up, you're going to the bathroom to puke." His voice was stern. 

It had only been laying on his bed for three seconds, and he had to ruin it by being annoying.

"I feel fine now." I lift myself up onto my arms to look at him. He stood at the edge of the bed with his hands crossed over his chest.

"Not going to ask again Emma. Go to the bathroom and puke it all out." This time he points over to his bathroom that was on my right.

"No." I challenge. 

"I am seriously not in the mood right now. It's now two am and I have to get up by three to make a phone call to New York which leaves me two hours left of sleep before dropping you off at five, then I have to go deal with someone else, then I have to get to work early to check on some things. So I am not going to ask again Emma. So get the fuck up and go puke." 

I only get up and obey because I feel bad enough, not because I wanted too. I walk into his grand bathroom and shut the door. 

After a good ten minutes spent in the bathroom, I came back out to find all the lights turned off, and the moon shining down Harry's bare torso. His tattoos were glistening under the moon's light and faced all scrunched up, 

I get under the covers and lay next to Harry and admire his beauty up close. I put my hand on his torso and guide my fingers gracefully and my cold touch stirs him awake. 

"I'm sorry," I whisper in shame, not just for waking him up but for causing him such a disturbance.

"Don't be sorry," he knew exactly what I meant and put his arm around my shoulders and pulls up to his chest, where I lay my head, "I didn't mean to sound like a controlling father. I just don't want anything bad to happen to you," he sighs and rests his chin on my head, "Promise me, you won't do it again."