Daddy's Little Girl (h.s)

5. Captivating

Songs for this chapters are: Begin Again - Taylor Swift & Read all about it - Emeli Sandé

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"Hello girls," Harry's deep voice speaks, directing it to the both of us but staring at me. I shift nervously on my seat, not knowing how to explain everything to Stacey, who's burning her at Gaze Harry. If it wasn't how Harry had her starstuck right now, she'd be burning me alive with her flames.

"Hi, come on, take a seat, I'll order something for you! You like orange juice, right? right?" Stacey finally chokes out, emphasizing the last word, flashing a toothy smile at Harry. He nods at her, while taking a seat on the chair opposite me. I watch as Stacey grabs her purse, and rushes to the line, again. Just wow. I try to keep my focus on her and ignore Harry, but he gets into fist of coughs, making my eyes travel to his.

"Are you okay?" I ask, biting my thumbnail.

"I'm fine. I thought you were here alone." He looks at Stacey, then looks back at me, " But, it's fine, really." I smile at him, not knowing what to say. I find it odd how people haven't recognized him yet, everyone seems to be so obvilious.

"I got so excited yesterday, thinking that maybe you'd like to have fun with me, but I was dissapointed." He admits, a michevious grin plastered on his face, as he takes his hat off, flipping his hair then putting the fedora back on.

"Yeah..." I bite my lip, "I was little worried, I saw you in the news and-" I blurt out, but quickly shutting up when Stacey returns with Harry's orange juice.

"How'd you know this was my favorite?" He asks Stacey, thanking her for the juice.

"I just know, " she flushes," is it bad that I knew it?"

"Not really. I find it adorable," he utters, and flashed a bright smile. I roll my eyes at them, looking out of the window as they continue the conversation. I look at the clock at my hand, seeing how it's already 8 a.m.

"Stacey," I call for my bestfriend, but she seems to be so lost in the conversation that she doesn't notice me.

"Ace!" I shout, screaming way too loud. Everyone in the cafe turns their curious eyes at me. I flush and drop my gaze into my lap.

"What's wrong? Ally?" She finally replies.

"We have school," I announce, feeling Harry's eyes at me.

"So?"

"We should go?" I raise my eyebrows, clearny confused how she is so nonchalant.

"We can always skip," she suggest, looking back at Harry.

"Skipping is good," Harry speaks, sipping his drink.

I place my elbows on the table, rubbing my temples. Does he not get that I'm trying my all to get away from him? - Or do I really want to, my subconcious adds.

They continue to talk about something that doesn't really interest me at all. A sudden move of Harry catches my attention, seeing how he grabs a fist of Stacey's hair and removing it away from her ear. He moves closer to her, almost as he is kissing Stacey. I blink rapidly, my eyes shimmering and something turning in the pit of my stomach.

I let out a breath when I see it's only whispering and nothing else. Stacey nods at Harry, then turn to me.

"I have to go," she announces, standing up. - Um, no you don't. Liar.

She gives me a supportive smile and says her goodbyes to us. What the heck?

"Ah, finally."

I fix my eyes at Harry, a smirk crossing his heart-shaped lips. Oh.

"What?"

"I thought she'd never leave," he brushed his fingers on my cheek, burning my skin with his touch. How did he make me feel so excited? I just ugh.

"Have you thought about my offer?"

"You're gross," I spit, crossing my arms firmly.

He chuckles, shaking his head.

"One wrong move and I'll scream your name outloud." I snap.

"You wouldn't." He gasps.

"Watch me..." I open my mouth like I'm going to shout, but he quickly shuts me up by putting his hand in front of my mouth.

"Okay, I'm not going to do anything. Chill. For once in your life, take it easy, will you?" He snaps, leaning on his chair.

" I actually do take things easy." I snap at him, again. "Just to inform you, I'm not like other girls, okay?"

"I never said you were like others," he tells me, and there my stomach goes again, twisting and turning.

I flutter my eyelashes, not knowing what to utter.

"Maybe, I could take you out tonight," he looks at me," just to give you a taste of what pleasure and joy really is. Taste of how it feels to be wild and free, not having to care about anything. What do you say?"

"I have school," I say, debating in whether I should agree to his suggestion or not.

"I take that as a yes. Don't worry a little party never killed anybody." He puts a michevous smile on display, winking.

He leans to give a small peck at my cheek," Go to your class, see you later, sweetie."

And just like that, he was gone and I was left with panting.

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I walk up to my locker, still replaying what happened on my mind. It's just so unbelieveable. I kinda find myself facinated about Harry and his suggestion. Maybe, it would be something I need? Something that will fill the empty feeling inside me?

I take out my books, placing them into my bag. How do I explain my absence to my parents? - sigh..

"So, what happened?" Stacey walks up to me, smiling and not mad at all. Phew.

"Harry happened." I utter dryly, rolling my eyes. I kinda have this need to act like this when I talk about him, when in reality I know there's a invisible rope pulling me to him, fast.

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