Simon cowells daughter

Simin cowells daughter

"Harry I don't think you should go, we have to leave for tour tomorrow, and jay and-"

"If those little cunts are there I'm definitely going! They can't fucking touch you and get away with it!"

"Shit" I mumbled.

"Here I'll come" I suggested.

"Go get dressed" he said. I pulled out a black dress, the back of it was a key hole cutout. I slipped on and examined myself in the mirror. "That's beautiful" Harry commented from behind me. "It gives me back fat" I giggled. "Come on" Harry playfully hit me and we walked out to the car.

The thumping music could be heard as we pulled into the carpark of the club. "Ready?" Harry asked.

I looked forward at the club, flickering lights and the smell of alcohol were already recognisable. "Sure" I got out of the car and walked up to the bouncer with harry. "Harry styles?" Harry said to the guy holding a clipboard of names. He unclipped the red chain in reply and let us in the club.

I saw Max and his busty blonde girlfriend immediately. "Should we get some drinks?" I asked, hoping Harry hadn't seen them. "Yup" he smiled and led me over to the bar. The bartender poured Harry a cup of whiskey and me a lemonade. The same blonde girl, Max's girlfriend walked up to Harry, she was wearing the same dress as me. Cow. She rubbed her hands all over harry, he looked up at her in disgust. "I believe your boyfriends over there" Harry turned her away, when she started to walk away in shame he called her back. "Oh lindsey! That dress gives you back fat!" He called out.

I giggled at his use of words. "I've taught you well" I muttered in his ear.

**

"HARRY! STOP!" I yelled from a distance away. Harry had excused himself for the bathroom a couple of minutes ago, I went looking for him and found him in the alleyway beating the shit out of max.

"HARRY!" I yelled once again. I ran across the puddles on the concrete to harry.

"Stop it." I whispered, trying to calm him. I ran my hands along his tensed muscles, hoping to sooth him. Max took this opportunity to run away like a little coward. Harry lurched forward to chase him but I held him back.

"Harry. Your career could be over if anyone saw this" I whispered.

"Yeah I know. I'd rather it be my career dying than my girlfriend and my child." He snapped.

"Just get in the car. Your drunk." I pushed him out of the alleyway and out into the carpark.

"I want a cupcaaake" Harry whined childishly as I belted him up.

"Harry. Ill get you a cupcake soon." I whispered before shutting the door on his annoying whining, only to be greeted with it again when I got in the car. "If you crash my car ill eat your cupcake" Harry threatened. I wish I could record this.

All the way home I was trying to hold in my laughter as Harry moaned about getting a cupcake.

When we reached the hotel I gave him his cupcake he'd been asking for. He smiled appreciatively and went to eat it, but half way through chewing and swallowing he collapsed on the couch.

I tugged his white converse off and set them at the door of the couch before cuddling up next to him.

Harry being drunk is the funniest thing ever. Well only when he's not beating someone up.