Teach me, Daddy. |hs|

EIGHTEEN

Danielle, Liam and I entered the condo. Liam was exhausted from his travelling and Dani and I were tired due to running around the busy streets of New York.

"Wanna drink?" Danielle offered.

"Sure." Liam and I groaned while we collapsed onto the couch.

"It's a nice place you got here, I'm impressed." He complimented.

"Thanks James, so how've you been?" I smiled. Liam and I had this thing were we called each other by our middle names, it was odd I guess but it was special in a sense because it was just something we did.

"I've actually been pretty good Ellie. That's why I felt like I was finally ready to come back home."

"Elizabeth." I corrected him.

"That's a bit of a mouthful, I'm changing it to Ellie now." He smirked.

"Well I'm happy to hear that you're recovering." I breathed. I couldn't believe he was really home, and for good this time.

"Yeah Liam, you look hella good. Like, probably the hottest I've seen you look in a while." Dani said as she handed Liam his orange juice and me a glass of wine.

"Really?" I asked Dani with a disappointed tone.

"Jamie it's fine. I can control it now, I'm clean." Liam insisted. "Seriously, drink up." He smiled.

"Plus it'll help you relax for tonight. You need it." Dani smirked, persuading me to take a sip.

"What's tonight?" Liam questioned.

I continued drinking. Danielle remained quiet but exchanged a knowing glance with Liam.

"A date?" Liam guessed, in a shocked yet happy tone.

"Yep. With a hot rich guy too. You know the Styles House company?" Danielle smirked.

"Fuck off, no way. You're dating someone who works in Styles House?" Liam asked, with an expression of pure disbelief.

"Not exactly.." Dani hummed while she skipped into her bedroom.

"What does she mean by that? Who is this guy?" Liam questioned further, sounding a bit concerned.

"Well... I should start getting ready. Why don't you ask Dani about her new boyfriend?" I giggled.

I had a quick shower in my bathroom. Wrapped my hair in a towel and moisturised my body before slipping the dress on, Dani had left it for me on my bed. It fitted perfectly, the silver colour complemented my round hazel-green eyes.

I stared at my reflection in the mirror. "Great timing Liam.. " I whispered, speaking my thoughts.

Liam was always so protective of me. We grew up together, neighbours, best friends. But as we got older, he became distant and resorted to alcohol. It started when he was eighteen, I was fifteen at the time. By the time he was nineteen he left New York, his parents kicked him out and sent him off to rehab.

I always had a thing for Liam. I think he knew, but I never knew if he felt the same so I never brought it up.

I sighed and unwrapped the towel from my head. I walked into the living area to see Dani and Liam in deep conversation. I decided to return to my room and do my hair and make up myself.

I blow dried my hair and curled it so I looked slightly older. I put on a thin layer of foundation and focused mainly on my eyes. Brown smokey eyeshadow, intense black eyeliner, and my long eyelashes were curled and bold. Lastly, I coated my lips in a nude pink lipstick to keep them moisturised.

I glanced at the clock, half six. Great, I had half an hour to prepare myself for Harry's arrival.

I returned to the living area as I had to ask Danielle if I could borrow a pair of heels.

"No no no." Danielle disagreed as she rose from the couch. "Your hair is supposed to be up not down." She frowned, scrunching my hair up with her hands. "Hold on, let me get some pins."

Danielle scurried off to her room. Liam got up and walked over to me. "You look beautiful." He told me as he held my face in his large hands.

"Thanks Liam." I smiled crookedly, mentally praying he wasn't smudging my make up. I placed my hands over his. He was staring straight into my eyes and we stayed quiet for a few moments.

"Whoever he is, he's a lucky guy." His husky voice mumbled. "Can I take a picture of you?" He asked, snapping back into reality and removing his hands from my face.

"Sure." I agreed.

Liam loved photography. He was really good at it. I modelled for him a few times in the past. Something my shy self would never normally agree to, but it was Liam, so I felt comfortable.

As he unpacked his fancy camera equipment from his bag, Dani hurried in with heels and a purse in one hand and hair pins in the other.

"Put them on." She said throwing the shoes on the floor. I slipped my feet inside them as she expertly pinned my hair up in record time. She spent an extra few minutes perfecting it until she announced she was done.

"Finally." Liam huffed at Dani.

He angled his camera and snapped a shot of me, then Danielle joined in, we posed again and again and got slightly carried away. By this stage Liam probably had 40 unnecessary, silly pictures of me and Dani goofing around.

We gathered round his camera and spectated the funny photos. We were really hyper and found some of Dani's crazy faces hilariously amusing.

Our laughing came to a stop when we heard a buzz. It was Harry.

"I'll let him up." Danielle volunteered. She keyed in the code so the elevator doors would open for him. She watched the built in video camera on our wall and told me Harry was on his way up.

I grabbed the silver purse that Danielle had kindly let me borrow. I threw money and my iPhone in it, leaving the blackberry Harry had given me in my room under my pillow.

The elevator doors in our condo opened and Harry coolly walked inside the living area. Butterfly's immediately erupted in my stomach, but I tried to remain calm.

His hands remained in his jean pockets. His attire was surprisingly casual, I felt overdressed but quickly reminded myself that Harry had requested that I dressed well.

Mr Styles glanced at Danielle, then me, but locked eyes with Liam.

Liam didn't seem intimidated and held Harry's stare. The atmosphere in the room shifted, it became intense and threatening.

Harry slowly walked over to Liam. My heart rate increased, Harry was too unpredictable - it made me nervous. I didn't know if he did further research and actually knew who Liam was already.

Styles took his hand out from his pocket and held it out for Liam to take.

Liam looked down at it, he hesitated but then firmly grabbed Harry's hand and shook it.

"I'm Harry."

"I know." Liam smirked.