Brooke's pov
My phone turned on singling I received a message.
Harry- Hey kitten , I'm gonna pick you up at 8.
Brooke- No , I wanna sleep.
Harry- What did I say kitten? What ever I say goes.
Brooke- Sorry
Harry- Sorry what?
Brooke- Sorry Daddy.
Harry- Go girl , be ready by 8.
I checked the time seeing it was 6. I don't wanna go , I rather eat , watch Netflix , and sleep.
As time passed , I checked the weather. It's 35 degrees! Yes it's cold! I put on a white sweater and black leather pants. I wore black heel boots and left my wavy hair down.
Harry- Go outside kitten
I'm honestly very nervous.
