Daddy Calls

twelve

Chapter 12.
Harry's point of view

Her lips collided with mine making my pulse quicken. My mind was very blurry and in a right state of mind I know that I wouldn't do this. I know I needed to be a stronger person than I am right now, I'm fucking Harry Styles for God's sake. I am a grown man, with children, and a fucking bad temper. I should know what's right and wrong by now.

But right now, alcohol in my system and my blood flowing to places it shouldn't be. My mind wasn't set in its right place. But after years I know Madison is out for good this time, I know my children will probably become depressed without their mother, but that just means more time for Ella to come. She can become a mother figure.

Wait. No, she can't, that's not right, that's so wrong. Putting a seventeen-year-old in a position of mother hood. But she would be an amazing mother, not that I'm saying I should be the father. But if I met her in another life time she would've been.

My mind was snapped back into reality when I felt her small hands push my chest. I continued to stare into her eyes, I probably had confusion written on my face. Why did she stop? Was it bad? Did I push it too far?

"Harry, look. I don't think right now if the right time for all of this." She sent me a small apologetic smile at me. My heart ached. I knew she was right. God, she was so fucking right.

"Fuck." I say as I stand to my feet with my empty glass ready to throw it. I mean, only in my mind. But I do wish I did, to be able to watch the small pieces of glass float down to the ground.

"It's okay Harry," her voice stopped my arm from raising. "I love kissing you. Fuck I love being around you." She tossed both her arms into the air before letting a small smile crawl onto her face.

Those words hit me, harder than I had expected. I was so happy to hear them. I didn't realize how much I wanted to hear them.

"But I know that right now, that fight you had with Madison has probably officially finished things. I mean you did say you guys are divorcing." She walked closer. Her figure in front of me. Her small hands grabbed my shoulders and massaged them a little.

I just nodded my head and continued to look down at her frame.

"So, I suggest, we get rid of this glass. You go take a nice hot shower, I'll bring you some dinner for you to have in bed." I didn't smile I just nodded again. I wanted to smile, because what she said sounded so nice and I was so thankful.

But I just passed the glass and slowly walked my way up the long stairs. Once I was half way up, I turned back and looked at her. She still stood in the same spot, in the middle of the couched with my empty glass.

With a second quick look at her I walked down the hall to my room. I wanted to peek at my children sleeping but I also didn't want the door squeaking to wake them. They went to bed early tonight, I think I wore them out with ice cream and park dates all day.

Once I had my feet take me into my bathroom I shivered at the sudden cold tiles under my socks. I flicked on the heater and flights and turned the water on extremely hot, hotter than I normally have it.

I wanted to feel myself burn. Maybe that pain would hurt more than the ache in my heart. I'm so weak. I'm so mad at myself for it. I cheated. I fucking cheated too. Why can't that be in my mind. The fact that my wife cheated hurts me more than it probably would've hurt her to know I fucked the babysitter.

Well I haven't fucked her. I've touched her, her smooth silky skin. I've kissed her rosy red lips. Making them strawberry red.

I want to fuck her. Endlessly. I want to pull her hair and hit her. I want to put my tongue down her throat and make her beg for more.