Harry is my daddy

Weeks

FINALLY!! I know omds I'm sorry.

HE LOOKS LIKE HES ONE THE COVER OF A 1950s MAGAZINE W O T

Fuck cencorship tho lmao

And fuck all of y'all who sent me rude messages telling me I'm sick in the head. I lowkey was going to delete this but I realised I was writing this for my own entertainment as well as those who actually read it because they like it lmao.

So yeah it's been a while, hello to my bomb readers, and hello to my bomb ass haters.

Sorry for the long wait.
Enjoy.

It had been three weeks since Harry called. We had been speaking on the phone almost every night. Or should I say I was. He mainly just listened and occasionally grunted, although I wasn't sure whether that was to agree what I was saying or he was playing with his little friend willy.

It wasn't until last night though, that things really took a turn.

I was telling him about some people from my school when he suddenly asked, 'let's just meet. Grab some food or something.'

Of course I wasn't going to fall for it again, but he begged for almost 10 minutes and the soft spot I had for him only grew in my cold bitch heart.

'I don't know man isn't it kinda weird now?'

'Why would it be weird?' His voice always grew deeper as the night went on. 'I want to fuck you.'

I laughed.
'You're such a loser.'

'No but really baby, I want to meet you. Why not tomorrow for lunch?'

'How do I know you're not going to bail on me though?' I playfully replied I rolled my eyes.

To be fair, over the few weeks that we spoke I had grown some sort of bond. I really did want to meet him. I mean obviously apart from the fact that he was hot as hell and wanted to fuck, something deeper within me began to develop. I wasn't going to read too much into it now though, I mean I haven't even met the guy. I was lonely and he was always there to listen.

'I'll pick you up from your house, that way if I never show up at least you don't have to wait in the cold-'

'-Like last time.' I cut in.

Yes... like last time.'

I was giddy with excitement and I could sense that he was too. To finally meet after talking to him for ages felt weird and surreal, and I began to feel the nervousness edging closer.

After bickering at what time lunch actually was, we decided to meet at 1 and go down to a small cafe. He wanted to be discreet, which was quite odd, although he did complain that his friends would ruin the day if they saw us together.

'You need to sleep.' He said after a while of talking about the walking dead.

It had just turned 2:30am, and remembering I had a class tomorrow morning I reluctantly agreed.

'I'm excited to see you tomorrow.'

'Me too.'

'I hope you sleep well.'

'Me too.'

'Do you have any other words in that wonderful vocabulary of yours?' He said playfully.

'I'm a simpleton.' I replied yawning.

'Goodnight Mika.'

'Goodnight loser.'

Lol that was so bad omds sorry sorry sorry I need to scrub up on my writing it's been a while.

THEYRE FINALLY GONNA MEET THANK FUCK

ALSO WHO WATCHES THE WALKING DEAD BECAUSE I AM SHOOK