In search of a daddy (Larry Stylinson)♡

Chapter 3: "Friday"

Friday, holy fuck it's finally Friday.
I felt nervous as I stepped into the coffee shop me and my kinky friend agreed to meet in.

There were a few people staring as I walked inside. Making me a bit more nervous about the whole thing I was getting in. Pulling on the fabric of my pastel pink pencil skirt out of nervousness, maybe wearing heels wasn't the best idea this time. Walking to the farthest corner and taking a seat.

When I got a notification on my phone.

Daddynet.com. New message from Tommo. Flashed on the screen.

"Fuck" I whispered under my breath, before opening the new message up.

TommoTheWreaker@gmail.com
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'So where are you seated, love? I see a lot of people here...Wait never mind I see a mop of curls in the corner;)'
Xx.
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"Oh my God," I said sinking down into my seat pushing my curls down.

I looked up from my lap feeling my body shake a bit, looking everywhere when I saw a man walking my way. He was in his twenties or something not too old. Thank god. He had all eyes on him as he walked, damn he could be a runway model. Confidence fell off him like butter on a hot pancake.

He wore a black suit, black tie with black shiny designs that glisten when the light fell upon it, a white shirt underneath and a pair of shiny shoes.
This rich bitch.

I swallowed, feeling my face heat up when he stood before me.

"Tommo?" I whispered weakly as I looked up at the man in front of me.

"It's you? Styles right?" his accent was clearly noted in his tone, he wasn't from around here. I nodded unable to summon any words.

"May I sit down love?" He asked. I nodded again, he had me baffled. Lost in his looks.

He sat down across from me, placing his aviators on the table as well as a yellow envelope. Was it the contract?

"So are you going to speak or?" He asked raising an eyebrow at me. I bit my lip. "Don't do that" He said in a stern voice, unbuttoning his jacket a bit.

"Don't what?" I whispered straightening my posture, running a shaky hand through my curls.

"Don't bite your lip, it----- makes me want to do things-----to you----and the contract isn't signed yet" He whispered low enough for me to hear.

I stared In shock at the man's sudden revelation. Clearing my throat before answering.

"Maybe---I should go," I said standing up when I felt his cold hand on my upper arm. Freezing me on the spot.

"I'm sorry, that was too abrupt--- Why don't we start with a simple introduction-----I'm Louis Tomlinson," He said dropping his hand and sitting back down.

I sat down once again, smoothing my black short sleeve crop top and pink skirt down.

"I'm sorry," He said running a firm hand through his light darkish brown hair.

"It's fine sir, I'm----- Harry Styles" I smiled shyly at the older man. He let out a small chuckle before speaking.

"Like the porn star---Jack Styles," He said licking his lips.

"Who?" I asked.

"Never mind, so how old are you Harry?"

"I'm eighteen. You?"

"That's a good age, I remember when I was eighteen-----Well I'm twenty-five going on to twenty-six" He replied with a smile.

"Oh I thought you'd be much older, Louis" I replied looking at him in the eyes. Blue crystal eyes, like an ocean, crisp water.