Daddy Kink

05

Zelda

"Emily" I sigh,  turning to look at the brunette as she makes breakfast.

"Hm?" Emily slides the eggs onto two plates.

"I gave you money to get coffee yesterday" I pinch the bridge if my nose.

"And I got coffee" She smirks,  taking a sip from her plain white mug.

I calmly pick up the glass jar of decaf coffee grounds and chuck it at her,  Emily ducks and the jar breaks against the wall and spills all over the stove,  Emily,  Emily's breakfast,  and the ground.

"Twenty fucking dollars Em" I sigh, still calm "My money,  for my coffee,  that I make in my coffee machine"

Emily bites her lip and I run a hand through my hair, I speak slowly "go to the store,  buy me some actual fucking coffee,  with your own money,  and don't waste mine again"

"Or wh-" I cut her off.

"I won't miss again" I growl.

"Fine" Emily huffs "I'll be back"

As soon as Emily leaves Harry breaks into laughter,  he had been standing on the other side of the kitchen. "You really enjoy your coffee"

"Duh" I glare at him,  but a grin escapes me and I giggle "she did it knowing it would make me mad,  I broke up with this guy Greg because he drank decaf"

"Vicious" Harry raises an eyebrow.

I shrug,  grabbing the pack of cigs from the windowsill and taking one before putting it back,  I light the cigarette using the stove and take a drag. "So" I exhale "I guess I ruined your breakfast"

"Yeah,  thanks for that,  her cooking is kinda crap" Harry grimaces "did you see how much salt she added?"

"I know" I chuckle "want some coco puffs?"

"I watched you stab your best friend in the hand with a spoon for trying to eat some just yesterday" Harry cocks an eyebrow "somehow you drew blood"

"Yeah.. Triston never learns" I shrug,  grabbing two bowls and pouring some cereal,  I walk to the fridge,  the cig held between my lips. "but I love him I promise"

"obviously,  you shared a bed with him" Harry chuckles but there's an edge to his voice.

"He's bi, has a boyfriend that doesn't like me very much,  I've known him since I was fourteen" I explain,  Harry relaxes at the word boyfriend "he stopped me from killing myself when I was fifteen"

"Oh" Harry bites his lip and I hand him a bowl,  putting the nearly finished cig out on the counter, there was about forty other similar burn marks on the same counter but not on the other counters.

"How long have you been smoking?" Harry asks as we head into the living room.

"Since I was twelve" I answer as we sit on the couch.

"Jesus" Harry mutters.

"Do you ever smoke?" I question as I adjust so that I sit Indian style and face Harry,  who copies my actions with a bit more effort.

"I used to,  Em doesn't like it though..so" Harry shrugs "I miss it sometimes"

"I bet" I eat a spoonful of cereal "that's my only rule in life: don't change for other people"

"That's a good rule,  you're pretty perfect as is" Harry grins.

"I try" I reply jokingly.

For a bit me and Harry just sit in a comfortable silence,  looking from our bowls to each other in random intervals.