Daddy Calls

fifteen

Chapter 15.
Ella's point of view

"You fucked him?" Phoebe whisper yelled in my face. I could feel my cheeks going pink by the second. She slammed her car door behind her, not starting the car yet. Her eyes continued to burn me.

"No, I didn't have sex with Harry." I rolled my eyes trying to act cool. "We just, kissed." I mumbled, "Maybe a little more than kiss." I looked at her.

I didn't expect a smile to grow on her face after what came out of my mouth, but it did. She had the largest smile planted on her face and her hands began to clap.

"Why are you smiling?" I asked confused.

"Because that's fucking hot Ella! You are hooking up with a thirty-two-year-old man!" She laughed before starting the car now.

Honestly, it was hot. The thought of me ever hooking up with Harry wouldn't have ever crossed my mind when I first met him but as time went on, my crush hurt me so much because I knew it would never happen.

I would slap younger me, hard. Because I was so wrong. Harry wanted me. Or at least wanted a distraction, but that thought hurts.

"It kind of is isn't it?" I laughed a little leaning back into the chair. "But you can't tell anyone Phoebe, please." I looked at her, the tone in my voice was very serious.

"I wouldn't. I'm not stupid, if the word got out, he would be in jail, you would be banned from your own home." She said whilst changing songs on the radio.

Then reality hit me. He could go to jail, he could be sentenced for almost a life time. I could never put that on Harry, he didn't deserve that.

But I was almost eighteen, and then it's legal. Eighteen is the legal age, well at least I think it is to date an older man.

"Thanks." I mumbled. I began picking at my nails, a bad habit I suppose. My phone began to buzz a couple of times signalling text messages.

I dug my phone out from my bag and looked over the messages sent. I already had an old message from mum asking when we were going to be back. I quickly sent a message we were on our way back now, but Phoebe wanted to have a sleepover.

Then the new message was Harry. I laughed under my breath reading over what he had sent me.

Harry:
Managing twins is harder than people make it out to be.

I mean he was right. The children are such handfuls, I couldn't imagine having twins on my first go. The thought of being a new parent and dealing with not only one, but two babies would be scary.

But Harry should know how to look after the kids now. They are six years old, they aren't babies anymore.

Ella:
Aw suck it up princess.

After sending I realised maybe I should have said something different, I don't want him to come after me with a pitchfork.

"So, sleepover at mine, what should we do? Hair, nails, movies and oh maybe order pizza?" Phoebe listed on. She glanced over at me while she slowed down for a red light.

"We should watch a few movies though." I pointed my finger at her. Last time we did a sleepover she fell asleep through the first movie and we didn't get to finish the other two.

"I won't fall asleep this time gosh." She rolled her eyes. I laughed out a little knowing that she was completely wrong, she would most definitely fall asleep.