Look! The bitch updated!
I'm sorry for being a shitty updater
Im so sorry
i know I'm a bitch
Amen
Did you hear Drag me Down? I LOOOVE ITE. HARRYS VOICE GOT ME LIKE.
I tried to make it long to retaliate for my long put off update.
I tried to make this chapter good
The only mild content is the cursing.
*Cursing*
That morning I woke up, sunlight streaming through the windows. My head was pounding as I felt myself in someone's grip. I turned around to see Harry still sleeping, his emerald eye hidden. I vaguely remember what happened last night. I was running in to the forest and I fell asleep. I remembered that girl, the one that made me cry. Figuring that he must of found me and taken me home, I got out of bed and walked to my room to change.
I was still sad and a little emotional, so sniffling away tears I slipped on a dark blue lace panties and bra set and a pair of shorts and a white mid drift. I slipped on some sandals and jewelry as I walked out of the door, grabbing my wallet.
I stepped out and hopped on a bus, I wanted to go down to Lucy's Diner to eat some pancakes and orange juice. Literally their food was the shit. Madame Venine used to let us got out once a month there and we basically stored up on that shit. It was like drugs.
I was about to leave when I bumped into someone, I looked up to green orbs staring back at me, warm hands keeping me steady. I couldn't help but notice that his green eyes were dull compared to Harry's. I smile spread across the strangers face, not a wicked deceiving smile but a generous contagious smile. So contagious that I couldn't help but smile back.
"Hey there," he greeted.
I stepped backwards and quickly tucked a stand of hair behind my ear, "Hi", I whispered suddenly feeling shy. I noticed he was so relaxed where as I was completely rigid.
"What's your name?" he asked.
"Rose. Yours?" I timidly replied.
"Mark. Why don't you say we go ditch this place and go play some mini golf?" Mark smoothly asked.
"As in a date?" I mused a smile playing on my lips.
"Something like that," He said rocking back and forth on his heels.
"I just met you, how do I know you're not a an ax murder?" I retorted
"You'll just have to trust me," he cockily smirked.
"Come on lets go" I finally said.
He led me to his Ford Fusion, as I hopped in, and made myself comfortable. He started driving, pulling out of the parking lot and onto the highway.
"So tell me about yourself," he mused, tapping his fingers against the steering wheel.
"Like what?"
"I don't know, your favorite color, ice cream flavor, age, I guess."
"Well in that case, ok. My name is Rose Styles, I'm 16, I infatuated with cats and Nutella is my shit." I replied, satisfied with my answer. "What about you?"
"Well, My name is Mark Hathaway, I'm 17, I'm very adventurous, and couldn't last a day without a can of pepsi." I nodded along to his words.
"You want some radio?"
"Yah sure," he turned on the radio as Taylor Swift blasted through the speakers.
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I got out of the car as we mad your way into the neon mini golf course. I marveled, it was a glow in the dark one, so everything was pitch black except for the ball, the hole, and the obstacles.
"You ready to get beat?" he asked, smirk slightly, as he handed me a club.
"You wish buddy," I laughed as i skipped in front of him going to the first hole.
After a hell lot of complaining, putting, and screaming, and hole-in-oneing, we finally finished.
"FUCK YEAH!" I fist pumped the air, as I got back the score. I won like a boss. I looked over to see a Mark trudging over to the car.
As I slid into the car I looked over smiling,"Say, Mark, didn't you say something about beating me,"
"Yeah, yeah, go flaunt your victory off. Whatever. I would of won, I swear the thing was rigged." he moodily said.
I just laughed, "You're such a sore loser."
After giving him my address, he drove me home. We pulled up to Harry's mansion,"You live here?"He asked as if it were shocking.
"Yeah why?" I asked smiling a little.
"But this is Harry Styles mansion, like the millionaire." he mumbled.
"I know, didn't you hear, he has a step daughter? Its me." I told him
"Whatever, I guess I see you around?" I asked hopefully.
"Definitely," He reaches over and grabs a sharpie, he quickly writes his number on my arm.
"Thanks," I smiled as I gave hime one last glance before I turned around to face Harry.
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I stepped in the house, and was met with silence,"Hello?". I heard a small noise from the kitchen. I walked over there to find Harry standing there a glass of water in his hand, he was wearing tight jeans and a flannel.
"Hi Harry," I weakly mumbled, trying to attempt at a smile. I was met by a harsh cold stare. He drank the contents in his glass and set it aside and step towards me.
"Rose," he said trying to stay calm as possible,"where the fuck were you?"
"Well I went to get breakfast and then I-" I stopped there knowing Harry would throw a bitch fit if he found out.
He stepped closely, and whispered along my neck sternly,"You did what, Rose?". He started planting soft kisses along my neck, placing his face in the crook of my neck.
"But then again, I'm pretty sure I already know, given that you reek of cheep cologne." He whispered, I stepped back to see his expression, it seemed as though he was ready to kill someone at the moment.
Oh Shit. He was pissed.
He cornered me into the wall, and leaned and started placing kisses along my jaw line."Rose, I want you to know something," he said in between kisses.
"Y-yeah?" I stuttered out.
He stepped back and placed his hands on my waist,"You are mine and only mine." He growled out.
"And also don't ever wear this again or else I will fuck you sensless"
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Her Daddy // H.S.
Fanfic"You are mine and only mine." In which a girl is adopted by her Daddy.
