los angeles ↠ h.s (daddy kink) au

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"what the fuck do you mean this is Harry?", Harry jumbles my fucking mind, I can't fucking stand him.

"this is Harold, harley. Harold Styles", he speaks quietly.

suddenly I'm calm.

I don't know how or why, but hearing his name takes away all my worries.

"oh i uh, um", I'm not sure what to say.

"you left your shoes at my house", he says.

"oh, that's where they are", I reply.

"what happened last night?", I ask.

"why don't you come over and get your shoes, then we will talk about it", he says.

"I'll text you the address", he says and hangs up quickly.

I guess I have no choice.

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"isn't it your birthday tomorrow?", harry asks basically as soon as i walk in the door.

"oh um, yeah" i say as i realise that in less than 12 hours i will be 18. back home in australia i would be excited considering 18 is the legal age to do literally everything, but here in america ive got 4 more years until im legal.

not like thats gonna stop me, of course.

"we should celebrate", harry says passing me my shoes. i try to distract myself  from the fact that hes only wearing shorts and sneakers and all of his tattoos are showing.

"what do you mean?", i ask not sure what the hell harry is talking about.

"lets celebrate your 18th birthday harley. its a big milestone", he looks me right in the eyes.

i love how harry isnt scared to make eye contact when talking to me.

"what do you have in mind? i was just planning to sit around home, watch american horror story and eat too much food, but if you have something else in mind then sure", i tell him.

"i know this might sound weird, but your father managed to get me tickets to an award show in san francisco tomorrow night", he says.

"and i get to walk the red carpet, but i dont want to show up to an award show with an empty hand, so will you come with me?", he asks.

"harry, you're 10 years older than me. wont people catch on and realise that what we are doing is illegal?", i tell him.

"dont worry about them harley, no one has proof that anything went on between us before you turned 18", he tells me.

"okay then. well sure, i would love to attend the red carpet with you harold", i smile at him.

"great, i look forward to it", he says.

"i better get going now, um thanks for giving me my shoes haha", i laugh akwkwardly.

harry walks me to the door.

"i would give you a kiss to say goodbye but look over in the bushes over there", harry says pointing across the road.

"paps? what the fuck are paps doing here?", i ask confused.

"well, harley. i would say its because you're the daughter of the most succesful record company owner in america right now, and they want to try get a story about little underage harley miller sneaking around with one of her dads 27 year old artists", he says leaning against the door frame.

"congratulations babygirl, you're famous", he smirks at me.

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authors note.

30 votes for the next chapter?

god damn does anyone else get goosebumps thinking about harry saying "babygirl" ugh

slow updates i know, im sorry :(

gonna go for a bath and write the next chapter rn so get voting ;)