Sugar Daddy (Harry Styles)

Five

I turn over, opening my hazy eyes to an enormous empty bed around me. Clean, white satin sheets cover my naked body and oddly enough I feel the opposite; quite dirty and dingy.

I stand up in the empty bed room and grab my shirt and pants, the same ones as last night. There's murmuring out in the kitchen so I know I'm not alone in Harry's apartment. Thank god.

I catch myself changing in Harry's big mirror above his dresser. My cheeks are flushed pink, my lips are full from last night, and my eyes are content, happy, and fulfilled. Harry may be cocky and ignorant but he sure does know how to have a good time. There's nothing wrong with that, I think.

Considering he's a multimillionaire and I'm a broke joke, this works out both ways wonderfully.

I pull my hair in a top knot and open the bedroom door sheepishly. As I walk out into his grand kitchen I can see two shadows standing there. Harry, and another man who is quite attractive with a build similar to Harry's.

"Oh my god," the man turns to Harry. "I didn't know you had a girl in your flat. Who is she? You're girlfriend?"

"Oh, yeah, sorry about that but Liam..." Harry shakes his head while pinching the bridge of his nose with annoyance.

"Because you know, mom and dad will be very pleased about this. They have busting your ass for quite some time." He begins to ramble.

"Liam!" Harry shouts, obviously ticked off. "Just stop!"

"Well come on Harry," Liam nudges Harry. "Who is the fine lady that unfortunately enough stumbled into your place?"

"I'm Serena," I smile, taking a seat on one of Harry's bar stools.

"Harry's girlfriend?"

Before I could speak Harry cuts me off. "Yes, actually Liam we've been dating for about 5 months."

"What?!" Liam shrieks. "And you kept this from me?"

"Yeah, well.." Harry rolls his eyes and takes a sip from his coffee mug. His green eyes look to me with a hard stare, begging me not to say anything.

"Mom and dad are having the dinner this weekend, you know, Dads annual stupid work dinner thing. You should bring Serena."

"I just really don't know about that," Harry shakes his head with annoyance.

"Well I'll let you think about it," Liam rolls his leather jacket onto his shoulders. "I'll see you later."

Liam walks out of the apartment and Harry sighs in relief.

"What the fuck..." I murmur. "So now I'm your girlfriend?"

"No, definitely not," Harry automatically argues back, shaking his head.

"Oh so what was that then!" I stand up from the bar stool and roam around his kitchen. The detail in this place is remarkable and luxurious. I'm still in shock with the whole situation. The contrast between my life and his is absolutely impeccable. Mindlessly I search through every cupboard until I find the one filled with shiny glasses.

"My brother, he tends to jump to conclusions. And well I just thought, I'm laying you for your uh service. So this could be another one, my part time fake girlfriend. I know it's a bit of a stretch but it'll get my parents off my back."

I fill my glass up with water and take a sip leisurely.

"I guess it's a bit more relaxed than our previous agreement," I hesitate.

"That is true," Harry smirks, licking his lips. "However, sugar it's not off the table."

"What did I say about pet names?" I roll my eyes, placing the empty glass in his sink.

"Oh I'm sorry babydoll," he folds his toned arms over his chest.

I groan, walking into the bedroom to ensure I have all my things. "You're such an ass."