"I'm uh... I'm here to see Mr.Styles," I told the guy at the desk.
He looked up at me from his magazine, raising his eyebrows. He closed the magazine and took his feet of of the desk. He leaned over it and raked up and down my body with his eyes.
"Aren't you supposed to be..." he looked at my short skirt and crop top. "His daughter?" He asked skeptically.
"I'm am..." I told him.
"You look too old to be his daughter." he pointed out and sat down again.
I scoffed at his comment.
"He had me very young," I told him. "Is it any of our business anyway? God, my father would be so mad at you; fire you in an instant to looking and talking to his little girl like that." I pretended to be whiny.
He stiffened and stood up again.
"Up this way miss," he told me curtly with an arm gesturing to the elevator.
"I'm very sorry, too, miss."
"It's okay," I told him as we stepped into the elevator. As soon as the door closed, I stepped in front of him and looked up at him. "I wouldn't have told on you anyway." I moaned as I dropped to my knees.
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Where Harry's daughter (who he ha at 18) is a hoe and he doesn't know how to control it.
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