Sugar Daddy (Harry Styles)

Twenty One

Sorry for no picture this chapter but yay for the long chapter ! Xx

"Serena," my body wiggles and I roll over. "Serena wake up."

My eyes open and Harry is standing over me in a black suit. "I need your help. So get up."

"What?" I sit up and rub my eyes. I'm still in my clothing from the night before. "What time is it?"

"9:26," Harry walks over to the mirror and fixes his tie.

"In the morning?" I lay back down, pulling the blanket over me.

"I said I need your help!" Harry laughs and pulls the blanket off the bed.

I groan and sit back up again. I forgot about everything that happened last night until I saw Harry's face. It's actually not as bad as before. The bruises are prominent but the gash on his eyebrow is much smaller and less noticeable.

"With what?" I throw my hair in a bun.

"This," he snaps, gesturing to his face.

"Oh," I stand up and follow him to the the bathroom. My eyes go wide as I see a handful of weird concealers, foundations, and powders laid out on the counter.

"What?" Harry scoffs. "They're handy."

I keep my mouth closed as I try with every bone in my body not to laugh.

"Where should we start?" I clap my hands together and pick up the first tube I see.

Harry sits on the toilet seat and squeezes his eyes shut. I chuckle at how eager he is. I take a little bit of concealer on my pointer finger. Harry winces slightly and scrunches his nose from my touch.

"Don't laugh at me," Harry warns but the wide grin on his face says otherwise.

"I'm not," I lie, carefully covering up his wounds.

"I have a meeting in an hour," he says, rubbing his hands together.

"I know," I hum.

"You're coming right?" Harry opens his eyes and looks up to me.

"Coming to the meeting?"

"Well of course not."

"Then what do you mean?" I pick up the lightest powder and a disposable makeup sponge.

"To the dinner after. If I make this deal for Styles Corporation, all the guys are going to dinner to celebrate. It's going to be huge for my company, allowing me to put in a 62 story apartment building. I also want you to meet one of my best friends, his name is James and I'll know he'll love you.." Harry explains while scratching the back of his neck almost nervous? I've noticed he uses his hands a lot when he speaks.

"You want me there?" I lean back, honestly surprised.

After last night, I should really keep myself away from Harry even though part of me doesn't want to. The thing is, I don't want to be apart of his drugs, drinks, and fighting. I still want to know why he owed Zayn money, and why he attacked him like that. The pieces just don't fit together like they should and it's driving me insane. Except for when we need to make appearances, I want to distance myself as much as possible. Things will be easier that way, especially when the contract is up.

"Uh Angela...she mentioned it," he mutters, looking down.

"She didn't say anything to me," I shrug but I understand why she'd want me to go. Normally she puts those sorts of things in the group chat.

"So can you?" Harry looks at me with pleading eyes. I can't say no to him. I don't know why, but I can't.

"I guess I don't have a choice," I step back and check to make sure I didn't miss any spots on Harry's face. "Good as new, well almost."