Sugar Daddy (Harry Styles)

Twenty Two

I sit down on the steps, avoiding eye contact with the doorman considering I just vomited on the sidewalk two minutes ago. To my surprise, I find an old tissue deep in my purse and use it to dab under my swollen eyes. I check my dishevelled appearance through my phone camera before touching up on my lipstick. I think this should be good enough.

As I walk back in I notice Harry right away. He's standing with a sharp looking man. His mousy brown hair stands out with his all black tux and he seems to be a bit shorter than Harry.

"Serena," Harry's says once he see me. "Where were you?"

"Just in the washroom," I nod and join them.

"Well this is James," Harry gestures towards the man. "He's been my pal since grade school."

James smiles, putting his hands in his pockets.

"And this is my girlfriend Serena," Harry wraps his arm around my waist, pulling me close to him.

Girlfriend. That word makes me sick to my stomach. Literally.

I bite my tongue and happily lean into Harry with a grin. My hand rubs his back slowly and he grips my waist tighter in response.

"Nice to meet you," I say and James smiles, finishing his drink.

"Would you guys like to grab another drink?" James asks while eagerly tilting towards the bar.

"I think that's a great idea," Harry pulls me under his grasp forcing me to tag along.

"Is it bad that your making me hard?" Harry's hot breath lingers against my neck.

"You can't be serious?" I chuckle, swatting Harry's shoulder. I feel his chest vibrate against my back as he laughs.

"Vodka soda," I smile at the bartender. Moments later he slides the drink towards me. I take a sip and turn to Harry and James. "Much better than the champagne from earlier."

"You and your vodka sodas," Harry half smiles, leaning himself against the bar with his elbow.

"They're good," I squeak, looking at my feet.

The three of us stand at the bar for an hour talking and joking around. James is actually a really nice guy. I'm not sure how he tolerates Harry. But they are close friends, and I'm grateful Harry has someone like that in his life. It almost makes me jealous. I don't have many friends really.

Within that hour conversation, I learned that Harry got chased by a raccoon on an eighth grade school camping trip. Harry also fell out of a canoe the very next day. His first time smoking weed was behind a 7/11 with James and some girl he was desperately attracted to. That was when he was 14. Harry would rarely come to school, and when he did he slept through most of it. Harry began drinking when he was 15, and has never really stopped since then. James's favourite story about drunk Harry is when he blacked out and started doing the Macarena in front of everyone at some party. And the only reason why James started working for the Styles Corporation was because he lost a bet to Harry over who can gunshot the most beers in five minutes.

"Is that a photo booth," I interrupt, pointing across the room.

"Looks like it," Harry says, raising his eyes at James. "You know how Betty gets. That old bat loves photo booths."

"Lets check it out," James stands up and pulls out his phone. There's a pink background at the photo booth with a tub of props sitting beside it.

"Harry!" I exclaim, grabbing a pair of clown glasses and a fake moustache from the bin. "You need to put these on!"

"Absolutely not," Harry folds his arms over his chest and manages to pull off a straight face.

"Come on, you have to," I bat my eyelashes dramatically. "Please."

"Absolutely fucking not," he repeats.

The next thing you know, I have Harry wearing the clown glasses, a fake moustache, and a feather boa around his neck.

"How did the photos turn out?" I ask James as he scrolls through them.

"Harry was glaring in all of them," James laughs and deletes them. "You two get in there and I'll take a bunch of you."

"Fine," Harry mutters. "But I'm not wearing any more shit on my face."

"Deal," I smirk and pull him in front of the back drop.

Together we take a few good photos. James asked a lady walking past if she would take a picture of all three of us.

"I'll send them to both of you," James offers and takes a sip of his drink. "Hey Harry, do you remember the first time we went to the Empire State Building and you almost shit your pants because of how high up you were?"

"Yes James," Harry spits. "Of course I remember."

"Oh don't be such a baby about it. You can look back it now and laugh," James nudges Harry's side. "Serena you scared when you first went up there?"

"No I've never been," I respond. I've been living in New York since I was 9 years old but I've never been to most of the basic tourist attractions like the Empire State Building or the Statue of Liberty. When I was younger, I just didn't have the time. I was going to school then coming home and helping out my mom. She was working two jobs at the time so I would take care of the house by doing all the cleaning and cooking. And since then I just haven't gotten around to it.

"What?" Harry looks shocked. "You've never been?"

"No," I shake my head before finishing my drink.

"Insane," Harry laughs and then pulls out his phone to check the time. "Serena?"

"Yeah?" I respond.

"When would you like to get going? It's already almost 10," Harry asks, putting both hands in his pockets.

"Whenever," I shrug and sit down at the table.

"Okay well Miles is outside so how about now?"

"Sure," I stand up to say goodbye to James and Liam.

Harry takes about ten minutes to say good bye to everyone. Even though he's going to see all of his coworkers tomorrow, he still feels the need to talk to everyone. I feel his hand intertwine with mine and I try not to smile from his fake touch.

As soon as we step outside there are a bunch of paparazzi waiting to take our picture. Miles helps us to the car kindly and closes the door behind him. Once we're seated in the back of Harry's limo, his hand pulls away from mine and he runs his fingers through his hair.

"Long day?" I ask, leaning back in my seat.

"It was long but it was still good," Harry's lips upturn into a half smile as he looks at me. "How about you?"

"It was good," I partially lie. Actually tonight was going great, up until his speech when I ran out of the hall and threw up crying.

"Miles!" Harry calls. "You know where Serena lives right?"

"Of course Mr. Styles," Miles responds with a nod. I think that may have been the first time I've heard him speak.

"Perfect," Harry hums, pouring himself a drink.

My phone beeps and I grab it out of my purse, it's Angela.

"I guess we have a date tomorrow night," I sigh, resting my head against the window.

"Another one?" Harry furrows his brows together and pulls out his phone to check.

"That's what Angela said," I murmur. Honestly, I'm thrilled to see Harry again tomorrow. I just choose to hide my excitement.

"I just need to cancel some things," Harry clears his throats and angles himself so I can't see his phone screen. I roll my eyes and look away. I wish that didn't piss me off, but it did. "See you tomorrow then."

"Will do," I breathe, stepping out of the car.