Sugar Daddy (Harry Styles)

Ten

I wake up to the obnoxious sound of my phone ringing. While rubbing my eyes, I stumble out of bed in a frenzy. Who could be calling me so early? It's 7 in the morning.

"Hello?" I answer, clearing my throat.

"Serena?" A familiar voice speaks.

"Yes?" I answer, getting up out of bed and walking to my kitchen.

"Where are you? You were supposed to be here by now. Your shift started an hour ago."

Shit. It's my boss. "Yeah, sorry, I can't come into work today."

"What are you talking about?" My manager utters with annoyance.

"Actually, no, I quit," a small smile creeps on my face. I glance over on my counter to see one of my cheques I still need to deposit from Harry. I'm going to have more money than I'll ever need from this contract. Before my boss can say anything else, I hang up the phone and place it on my counter.

Looking around my apartment, I see how unfurnished the space is. My mind keeps flashing back to Harrys and how luxurious his flat is. And now that I have some extra cash, I should consider picking up some items.

I hear a ding on my laptop from across the room. It's an email from Courtney, they're my pictures from that shoot. As I open the tab, a flood of pictures pop on my screen. I'm stunned with how well these shots turned out. My eyes look dark, but in a good way, and considering how nervous I was at the time, I look almost relaxed in these images. For the first time in a while, I feel great about myself. Maybe this is something I actually want to pursue. I never imagined myself as a model, but things change all the time. Courtney wants to set up another shoot sometime this week, I cheekily grin as I respond to her email before tucking away my computer and making myself some breakfast.

Before I know it, there is a knock on my door. Is it 7 already? Of course I'm already dressed, wearing a simple black dress that goes down to just below my knees. My hair is left down, in loose waves and my makeup is quite simple.

I'm still in shock about the contract and how far things went. Me and Harry are "dating" and now is the time I need to meet his parents. Because this agreement was purely based on sex from the start, I ended waking up in Harrys flat with his brother in the other room. If Liam wasn't there then I would've never had to meet his parents so soon. I have a feeling that since everything is in the eyes of the public, this deal will take a turn. Me and Harry havent had sex in a week, and I dont plan on putting out anytime soon. Now it is based on his image, and less to do with pleasure. I dont know how, but this might just be good for me.

As I open my door, me and Harry exchange awkward glances and I follow him downstairs to his limo. Before we step outside, he grabs my hand and fakes a smile. To my surprise, there's not many paps outside, just a few.

"Harry!"

"Is this one of your hookups?"

"What happened with Brittany or Jessica?"

"What's her name?"

I follow him to the back seat, where instantly he releases my hand. Harry has yet to say a word to me or anyone else.

My eyes trail beside me where the cameras have crept closer to the vehicle. I flash a cheesy smile before we drive off.

I gaze towards Harry as he pours himself a drink at ease. He spills a bit on his button down, but smirks, not bothered by it.

I lean over and speak in a hushed voice, "How much have you drank?"

His eyes continue to stare forward as he downs the rest of liquor in his glass. "Drinking makes it easier," he then looks over at me, clearly out of it. "Believe me."

I roll my eyes and lean back in my seat, this is going to be a long night.

After a lengthy and near silent drive, we pull up to a remarkable house. The driver pulls us around front and gives me a smile before stepping out of the vehicle. He opens the door for us and I step out with my nerves overwhelming me.

I'm not exactly sure why I'm so nervous. It's not like Harry is my boyfriend, its not like I should care what his parents think of me. I dont have a care in the world for Harry so this shouldn't matter much. However, from how Harry has talked about his parents, they dont seem like the most relaxed of people.

I follow him to the door, he doesn't knock before opening it. Harry stumbles as he leads the way throughout the house. I can hear music and voices from the other room. The marble floors and high architecture are quite intimidating, I cant help but admire it. The chatter gets louder as we reach the dining room and amongst the bunch of people there, I notice where his parents and brother Liam are sitting, enjoying some wine.

"Harry!" I'm assuming his mother, stands up and opens her arms for a hug. He looks down but to my surprise, gives her a hug. "How have you been? I haven't seen you in almost a year."

"Great," is all Harry slurs out. Harrys mom looks a lot like him. She has the same green eyes and similar facial features. She's beautiful, and looks stunning for her age.

"And who is this? Is it true you and I believe her name is Serena, right, are dating? Liam mentioned it."

"Uh yeah," Harry awkwardly puts his arm around my waist and pulls me closer. "This is Serena, we've been dating for almost 6 months."

"It's a pleasure to meet you," she smiles and shakes my hand. "My name is Marla, I'm not sure where Jack is but I know he'll want to meet you."

"You too," I grin.

"Let me get you some wine! Where are my manners?" Marla spins around and asks one of the waiters to grab me a glass of merlot. Before I know it, he comes back and hands me the drink. I have yet to meet Harrys father, Jack. But in all honesty, I feel like I dont want to. He's a successful businessman, just like Harry, but with much more experience, and I'm assuming, more power.

Time flies as I sip on my wine and talk with a few of the younger girls at Jacks party. I'm not sure where Harry is but I dont mind. He's so timid and I'm not in the mood to deal with his drunken self.

"Mind if I take a seat?" I look up and Liam pulls a chair out beside me and sits down. "So you and Harry, hey?"

I take another sip of wine before saying anything. "I guess, yeah."

"That's not like Harry, now I know I've had a bit to drink, but I'm going to be quite blunt. Harry doesn't date, nor does he fall for people. He was in a relationship, years ago, and well, the chick couldn't deal with his bullshit," Liam chuckles, tilting his head back. "Like have you met the guy? As his brother, I know, Harry is one stone cold son of a bitch, like a robot. I dont know how, but he never has feelings. I hope you bring some life back to him, he needs it. He's been so focused on work, then partying like an idiot, then sex, booze, more sex, then work. I don't know what you see in him, but yeah, just thought we should have a chat."

"I dont know what I see either-"

"Oh, there he is," Liam points to across the room where Harry stands with a group of men, all older. They're all talking around him, but Harry stands emotionless, as if he's not part of the conversation. He has a cigarette in one hand and a drink in the other. Out of all these people around me and everything else going around, the only thing I can look at is Harrys eyes locked on me.