Give Me Some Sugar, Daddy (Wattys 2017)

Part 40

unfortunately i gave Harry permission to take over my Wattpad account for the next few days so expect for little messages from him to pop up on my message board or in my chapters

i apologize in advance

feel free to ask him questions like, why are you such a knobhead

Word count: 2425
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The day after Christmas, I tried to sleep in, but Harry of course only slept in until eight o'clock at the latest. I groaned as I felt him leave the bed, loving the warmth his body had been giving off.

"I can't lay in bed all day, darling," he chuckled, leaning his hands on the bed as his jade eyes gazed down at me. "I have to get up."

"Now it'll be cold without you." I whined.

"Well, then get up and come downstairs with me and we'll cuddle on the couch." He offered.

We had brushed our teeth and I had thrown some water on my face to wake me up a little. By the time we got downstairs, I thought about giving Sadie a call since I hadn't managed to contact her yesterday, but then I realized I was six hours ahead of her and wouldn't be able to call her until this afternoon.

I sat on the couch while Harry brewed me a cup, scrolling through the news app on my phone to see what was happening today.

My stomach flipped when I saw my name in a news article, and I quickly clicked the link to see what was being said about me.

Jillian Daugherty was spotted out on the streets of London a few days ago. Seen shopping solo at various high-end stores and even grabbing a bite at the Ledbury, she seems to be enjoying the lavish life as fashion designer Harry Styles' rumored girlfriend.

I set my phone down, not wanting to read on. Is that what the public really thought of me? I wasn't leeching off Harry, if that's what they were getting at. The money I spent shopping was entirely my own, minus the Ledbury, but Harry had already prepaid.

Harry walked over to me and set my mug on the coffee table. He sat down and immediately noticed my off facial expression. "Hey, are you okay?"

I shook my head, showing him the news article. He skimmed it and looked up at me with a cocked head and raised eyebrows. "Darling, don't take these news sites seriously. They'll make a story about anything."

"But that's what they're saying about me," I said quietly. "They make me sound like a gold digger or something."

"You're not a gold digger, Jillian," he said firmly. "You can't let these shïtty news sites get to you. You know what the truth is and you can tell them the truth if they ask."

I nodded and grabbed my mug, taking a sip of the steaming coffee. Harry also added, "By the way. . . where did you get that coat?"

I turned to him, completely forgetting that I borrowed the coat. "Oh, uh, I just borrowed it from downstairs."

"Downst-- Jillian, please ask me next time," he said, his eyebrows furrowing together. "Those clothing items are one of a kinds. They aren't sold in Styles and Co. stores or online. They haven't been seen by the production and marketing teams. They're literally designs that I created here and have yet to present them."

I looked away from his gaze and shook my head. "I'm sorry, I had no idea. I just wanted to dress nicely if I was going to show up at fancy places. I didn't want to look underdressed and out of place like I didn't belong there."