Sugar Daddy (Harry Styles)

Twelve

The crack of sunlight burns my eyes as I roll over in bed. I curl up closer with my blanket and pull out my phone. With one eye open I see a bunch of notifications on my phone, about 1000 new followers on my instagram and twitter. Immediately my eyes go wide and I frantically open the twitter app. A bunch of images of me and Harry flood my feed, all from the two minute walk from his limo to my apartment.

Somehow a small smile creeps on my face. This is strange to me. The situation is a little overwhelming but almost in a good way. I'm meeting up with Courtney today for another shoot, perhaps this Harry deal may actually benefit me more than just the money.

I stand up from my bed. I feel sluggish and exhausted. While sliding my slippers on my cold feet, I walk to my bathroom. From there, I rinse ice cold water over my face and wet my tooth brush. As I begin brushing my teeth, I hear clashing from the other room. What the hell is that?

I cautiously peer out into the dim hallway and hear my front door slam. Oh. I completely forgot Harry was here over night.

As I walk towards the living room I see the blanket I left him, ruffled in the corner of the couch, and the glass of water I put beside him, smashed on the ground in a pool of water. I look around but not a trace of Harry is left here, just the mess he made.

I scoff under my breath and throw my hair up and out of my face. I dont have to be at the shoot for another few hours, so leisurely I pick up the blanket and throw it in the wash. Afterwards I grab a plastic bag and with great focus I try to pick up the glass shards. How did this even happen? I hope he didn't purposely break it. Regardless if Harry did, what he just leaves the broken pieces on the ground?

After cleaning up the place, I collapse on the couch and pull out my laptop. I complete a few payments from my moms credit card companies and open up Netflix.

Suddenly I hear banging on my door, before I can even get up, the door bursts open. Harry walks in raging, slamming the door behind him.

"What the fuck Serena?" He yells, running his hands through his mess of curls.

I stand up, throwing my lap top off to the side. "What?"

"Where are they?" Harry looks around, his brows furrowing. "What did you do with them?"

"With what?"

"Don't play stupid, I dont have time for your games. Sure, you can play goody two shoes in front of my parents and the fucking world. Which by the way, they loved you. Liam told me all about it," he says in a mocking tone. "But you're nothing more than a little broke bitch, so where are they?!"

"Are you talking about those pills?" I shriek, pretending to act like what he just said didn't hurt me. Harry looks at me, sternly nodding his head. "I flushed them! What did you think I would do? Just let them sit on my floor, in my apartment? Or maybe I'd be there for the next time you take too many after washing them down with whiskey, just to help you up and practically carry you so you dont look like an idiot in front of the press?"

"Fuck you Serena," Harry booms, slamming his fist on my kitchen counter. I jump at the noise and my eyes begin to well up with tears. I choke them back. I will not start crying. "Nobody asked you to be there. You could've just left me in the back seat. Miles knows what to do."

"I thought you just had too much to drink. How was I supposed to know?" I scoff, folding my arms over my chest.

"It's none of your fucking business," Harry spits. Normally his eyes are quite magnificent, in a mysterious and beautiful way. But right now, they're terrifying, red rimmed and intimidating. "Just because we have a deal, does not mean you need to care what I do or when I do it. You only need to worry about having a pretty face for the cameras. Got it?"

"I dont care, I was trying to be decent," I look at my fuzzy slippers, ashamed for something I shouldn't be ashamed about. "Can you stop yelling?"

"Do not tell me what to fucking do Serena," Harry yells even louder. He then turns around and walks out of my apartment in a huff.

I just stand there speechless, trying to collect my thoughts in some sort of way. I cant let Harry get to me. I cant be bothered by what he says or what he does. I'm doing this for my benefit and that's all. If he drops dead tomorrow, I wouldn't care.

In a rush, I quickly grab my purse and phone before bolting out of my building. As I walk down my street, I keep one eye on my phone to check the bus schedule. Right now, I just need to focus on this shoot.

-

While grabbing my bag after the successful shoot, I see Hilary walking towards me with a smile. Hilary is a low key model who just got a contract with MSA modelling a few months ago. Her skin is legit perfect, not one imperfection, and her beautiful red hair is long and wavy.

"Hey Serena," Hilary grins. "What are you doing later?"

I laugh and shake my head, "Just going home and sleeping."

"That sounds boring, you should come to this club later. A bunch of my friends are going and so are a lot of the models part of this agency. I know you'll have a lot of fun," she leans on the side of the wall, with one hand twisting amongst her long hair.

"Yeah, I'd love to!" I smile, putting my purse over one shoulder.

"Perfect! I know you're going to have a lot of fun. I'll text you everything later," Hilary says before walking away.

This will be good for me. Just a fun night to take my mind off things. I walk to my bus stop going over what I'm going to wear tonight.