Milk And Cookies

♡Prologue♡

"Anything you want," he whispered in his ear.

The words echo through Harry's mind as he scurries up to the counter, white stick of a lollipop protruding from his lips. One of his hands held onto the money, the other envoloped by a hand twice the size of his own.

"May I have a cinnamon roll, Miss? Along with a large hot chocolate," the twink asks in his high, delicate voice. He pulled the candy from his sticky rouge lips. "Oh! And a cookie, too! Chocolate chip please," he adds hastily. The lady nods before walking away.

There he stands, a little ray of sunshine, dressed in his small white skirt, oversized pink jumper, and accompanying thigh high socks that were covered by tiny ballet slippers.

There he is, a bundle of bubblegum sweets and diet Mountain Dew, a basket of giggles, smiles and peonies. A combination of kisses, midnight love-making, and never ending submission. Everything tiny, sweet, fragrant, and dainty.

The one who never went for a man under thirty-five. Someone who could be his daddy.

The one who loved to be pampered and spoiled, then ravished and wrecked. The one who wanted it fast, wanted it hard.

That small china doll, right there? that's Harry Styles.

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(A/N: Hello there! Its me again! If you're reading this, you're awesome, and you deserve a cookie!! This is also going to be co-written with the lovely Louis_Tops_He_daddy ♡

- bottombaby)