Sugar Daddy (Harry Styles)

Eleven

I tear my eyes off of Harrys bold green and red rimmed ones and look down at my lap. It's infuriating how good Harry always looks but never hesitates to be an asshole.

Liam stands up and pats me on the shoulder, "Don't say I didn't warn you when Harry breaks your heart."

I sit there drowned in my thoughts. I'm not going to let Harry break my heart. For one, this is just a deal so I can get out of the debt my mom graciously left me after she died. Two, Harry and I barely speak to one another. Our conversations consist of him being a complete jerk, or us making plans for our "relationship." And three, I can barely stand him.

I build up the courage to stand up and walk over to Harry. It's 1:22 in the morning and i would love to get some sleep tonight.

"Harry!" I attempt to catch his attention. Moments before he was practically staring at me and now he's just looking somewhere else, completely absentmindedly.

"Yes?" Harry rolls his eyes, taking another sip of his drink.

"Can we leave?" The men standing around Harry before have walked away nicely after I approached. "I'm tired."

"Sure, yeah, whatever," he stumbles forward, grabbing onto my shoulder. I furrow my eyebrows and attempt to help him walk. How much did he drink?

We continue to walk through the house, I vaguely remember where the front door is.

"Harry," A deep voice calls, and I look back to see, what I'm assuming is his father. "Leaving so soon?"

"What do you want?" Harry loosens his grip on me and turns around.

"Well, this must be your girlfriend," Jack has strong features, resembling Harrys quite a bit. "I havent seen you all night. What, you dont want to come say hi to your old man any more. You know, I remember when you were young and so much kinder. Nowadays  all you care about is yourself.  You sit in your selfish, lie ridden, pool of money, and drink until you pass out!" He begins to yell, coming towards us.

"Fuck off," Harry spits, gripping onto me once again. This time harsher and more agressive than before. "Come on Serena, lets go."

Harry pulls me towards the door. For some reason, I'm thankful I didn't have to sit and have a conversation with Jack, saving me from awkward small talk. We slide into the back of his limo, and Harry collapses down on my lap with his eyes closed. Harrys lips are parted slightly, they look soft and pink, almost irresistible. His legs are curled up on the seat beside us, and his arms are gently resting on my thighs.

I look up as the vehicle slows down in front of my pathetic apartment building. I go to lift my purse up from by my feet, not realizing my hands were resting on Harrys head. His eyes slowly open and he sits up, his face flowing with confusion. My eyes automatically roll as I see the flashing lights from a million cameras swarming outside the car.

"Come on Harry," I stand up outside, pulling Harrys arms up. Ive never seen him like this before. How can he be this out of it from only drinking? He begins to cooperate by leaning onto me and stumbling out of the limo. His driver, I believe his name is Miles, is helping Harry out too. Miles gives me a nod as he closes the door behind us.

"Is Harry okay?"

"What's your name?"

"Serena!"

I look down as the shouts and and people rush around me. I'm holding onto Harry as tight as I can, in hopes to keep him upright in front of everyone else. I know for a fact, this will be the headline for tomorrows magazines, shows, and newspapers.

We finally approach my building, stepping inside is like taking a breath of fresh air. The amount of cameras and people outside is overwhelming. As soon as I open the door to my apartment, I lay Harry down on my couch. He falls abruptly, his head hits the cushion and he begins to murmur something I cant comprehend. I grab an extra blanket from my linen closet, pour a tall glass of water for him and attempt to take off his blazer.

Something small flies out of one of the pockets and instantly my eyes go wide. I look over at Harry, he's completely passed out, quietly snoring, then my eyes trail back down to the ground where a tiny plastic bag filled with pills lay.