good for daddy {h.s} • #wattys2017

breakfast and proposals || Harry

(please, please read my long-ish Author's Note at the end, thankyou! x)

Harry's P.O.V

looking at this princess in the morning is the best way to wake up. her soft blonde hair is dishevelled yet mystifying, and her cheeks are red and puffy, the cutest thing I had ever seen. I have been staring at her for nearly an hour, and I don't regret it at all. she stirs in her gentle slumber, sleeping peacefully yet about to wake any minute. I decide to make this morning perfect for my baby girl, so I climb out of the bed, careful to remove myself from stella's adorable hold, and make my way to the kitchen.

by the time stella wakes up, I've prepared a small banquet much to her delight. her doe eyes light up as she enters the dining room, marvelling at the spread I put out just for her.

"are we having visitors, daddy?" the name combined with how her nightdress has risen in her sleep, hooking into her panties at her hip and putting them on full display, is enough to make my pants tighten just a little.

"no, baby doll. this is for you and me," I smile, as she grins and her eyes go wide at my statement.

"daddy, you didn't have to!" stella smiles and kisses my cheek, the simple touch sending me into a frenzy.

"but I did, darling. so, please, sit and eat," I gesture to the table, but she shakes her head.

"I was wondering if I could sit on your lap," stella says shyly, looking at her feet as she kicks the floor with her dainty toes. my breath hitches as my pants grow even tighter at her confession. I nod frantically, taking my seat before my baby girl took hers on my lap. she shuffles around to get comfortable, and I resist my strong urge to take her right here, right now. we eat in a comfortable silence, stella offering to wash the dishes once we had finished, but I decline. my baby doesn't need to clean; I can do it for her. I scrub the dishes as stella changes into something more appropriate. I hear a knock on the front door; stella's parents.

how sad it is that they, nor the public, would not accept us. do they not see that age doesn't define? I hate society, though I know I am a part of it. these troubling thoughts on my brain, a frown on my face, I open the door to two smiling grobellas. I match their obvious cheer with my own, smiling as I step aside and make room for them to enter their home.

"did stella behave?" mrs grobella smiles as she sets her handbag onto the dining table.

"she sure did. we got a little work done, too," I lie. I cannot risk my kitten's parents distrusting me, and they surely would if they could take a look into my corrupt brain. all the thoughts I have about their daughter are things no man should think about any girl, let alone one so young. but I cannot help it. I am drawn to stella. and I hope to god that she is drawn to me.

"that's great! susan and I were talking in the car, and we were wondering if you wouldn't mind being a regular babysitter for us? we know it's a lot to ask, and we completely understand if you don't want to take the offer. you'd be paid nightly, it wouldn't be free labour," mr grobella chuckles, and I refrain from jumping for joy. seeing my kitten regularly? no doubt I would take that opportunity, with two hands, and never let it go.

"I'll do it. no need for payment, as I said last night, my students are my priority," I grin, trying to conceal my great contentment at their proposal. I would love nothing more to spend time with stella, unsupervised and not judged by anybody.

"well, that's great! we will still give you payment, it's the least we can do. thankyou, mr styles. stella may say goodbye to you, then she has chores to do," mrs grobella smirks, just as my princess skips down the stairs, wearing something I could only dream of her parents allowing her to dress herself in. apparently they don't mind what adorns her perfect curvature. her knee socks with the lace seam are only part of the mindblowing concoction that is her outfit. a cropped, off the shoulder top sits gorgeously on her slim figure, accenting her midriff and lacy bra straps. her extremely short skirt sits low on her hips, teasing me with just a partial view of her panties. in short; she looks gorgeous.

I walk over and reach for my kitten's hand, but she ignores my advance and instead jumps into my arms, giving me a warm hug. I wrap my arms around her small waist, trying to ignore that her shirt had risen so I could feel her bra on my upper arm.

"thankyou for last night," she whispers in my ear, making me smile and nod as I reluctantly pull away from my baby girl.

"alright, well, we have your number, so we'll get in touch if we need your services," mr grobella smiles, shaking my hand. I take mrs grobella's hand in mine, placing a chaste kiss on her hand. she smiles and blushes, and I leave stella's home. I can only hope it won't be too long before I see her again.

A/N: cringeyness is dank

well this is really short but I wanted to update bc I love you guys :*

some news;

1) I'm deleting Don't Tell and Why. you can have one or both if you inbox me, I don't care what you do with them. x

2) Loose is still on hold. Once I've finished 25 Floors (soon) it will be a priority, along with My Stella.

3) I am going to start a journal type thing, and write the entirety of it before I post anything. it will be a Zayn fanfic/au I'm not sure which, but I will be sure to let you know.

4) once 25 Floors is done, I will make a fortnightly update schedule, including: Loose, WILAY, and My Stella. that's my plan, I hope its good!

thankyou for reading! :)

xx

-brych