Harry is my daddy

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I want to dedicate this chapter to @willtwerk4icecream bc she's had a bad day and deserves the luv and @stripedlarry because she has been a darling aaw

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Also, I don't celebrate Xmas but I hope yall had a lovely day x

I got to the station at 7:48, Harry's warning still in my mind.

Don't be late.

How could he be so possessive over someone he didn't even know? How could I let someone possess me like that?

Even though it was a minor thing, I couldn't understand how he had such an easy grip on me.

But then again, I thought about his selfie.

As superficial and shallow as it sounds, he was gorgeous.

I continuously stared between my watch, and either side of the road, waiting to catch a glimpse of him.

My feet began to hurt from the prada heels I was wearing.

I was feeling myself though. I Bought a sex.y black dress just for tonight too, again, unsure why I was putting so much effort in.

At 8:12 I messaged Harry.

You: hey dood I've been here for 24 mins where u at tho

How ironic, wasn't he the one that told me not to be late?

I sat down at a bench near the station, my feet no longer able to take the strain of my weight on those killer heels.

8:27

Two people had wolf whistled at me as they passed within the last 20 minutes.

At least I looked cute.

But there was still no sign of Harry.

Not even a message? Not a decent frickin message to tell me he's going to be late?

Maybe he got hurt or something came up?

Maybe I'm just making up excuses for him misleading me? The more rational part of my brain thought.

I felt mislead and I didn't like it at all. It was embarrassing. 

I had pumped myself up for today and took extra measures to look my best, and for what?

At 8:43, I lit a cigarette and walked home, wallowing in anger and self pity at the events that had occured; or lack of.

How could this have happened.

Why.

I was more infuriated at myself for letting him get to me.

I quickly got through my first cigarette and lit up another one.

I knew it was going to be a sad night.

Just before I got home, I stopped by at a little off licence.

Before entering, I ran my fingers through my hair and unbottoned my coat, as well as pulling the dress I was wearing dangerously low so my boobs were practically hanging out.

I always had to do this before buying alcohol.

Men were pigs and I used that to my advantage.

I got a bottle of vodka and a bottle of baileys, which I had planned to mix together with some coffee once I was home (a/n: u guys this is my fav alcoholic drink lol).

The small asian man did not look up once to meet my eyes, and I felt disgusted as I left the store, pulling my dress up tightly and tucking the alcohol in my jacket.

I called out to see if any one was home as I walked through the door, but it was apparent from the cold temperature and lack of light that my parents were out, separately of course.

I went straight to my room and flopped onto my bed, not even bothering to remove my shoes.

The alcohol came out and I took a few sips straight from the bottle.

My mind was reeling, and with the alcohol slowly seeping though my veins, my anger only manifested.

I grabbed my phone and went straight to kik, ignoring the four messages from my father.

You: what the duck
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Didn't u tell me not to b late? Dood I waited outside the station 4 a bloody hour, and u couldn't even bother to send me a fuckin.g text message? Are u serious? Ure a fuckin.g asshol.e don't bother speaking 2 me again.

I pressed send before I could read over what I wrote, not that I cared.

I was too angry to care at this point.

I got up to take my clothes off and switched off the lights, before getting into bed naked.

To my absolute horror I found 2 new messages on kik. From Harry.

SO NOW HE'S GOING TO MESSAGE ME?

@harryS: hey Mika, sorry I couldn't make it, I had to stay behind at work because someone really big decided to pay the company a visit.
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You seem angry? I'm sorry I made you wait, how about I take you out to coffee soon? Say tomorrow?

I burst into laughter, unable to contain the feelings I had towards the absurdity of the situation.

You: ure a pig
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One message man, one fuckin.g message.

@harryS: I'm really sorry kid, I honestly would have messaged you if I could.
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Forgive me?

You: fuc.k outta here u cun.t.

Well hello urm yes I would like to first apologise to my mother 4 giving birth to trash

This chapter was going downhill from the start u giys I need writing tips lol what was this

Um yeah it went in a completely different direction than to what I had planned soz like Harry wyd y??

I'm serious abt writing tips yall better help me lmao

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