Daddy Calls

sixteen

Chapter 16.
Ella's point of view

"Okay sorry for judging your favourite pancakes ever. Because these are truely the best." I moaned out shoving some more in my mouth smiling over at Harry. He just laughed out loud a little before having some of his own.

These pancakes had everything from honey and maple syrup, to ice cream and piles of fruit. It was a masterpiece.

"Well I'm glad you like it El." That nickname sounded so soothing coming from his mouth. "So tell me, when's school again?" He questioned.

"Legit next week. I start Monday." I say sighing. "But it's okay because then two weeks after that I turn eighteen, so that's exciting." I smile. Harry nods in agreement.

"Eighteen is a good age. You'll have fun." He pointed out. "Just don't have too much fun." He switched into dad mode, trying to be serious while pointing a finger at me.

"Nonsense, I'll be having a blast every day till I'm nineteen." I say before putting some strawberries into my mouth.

"Once eighteen is done it's boring. It means it's time to grow up." He finished off saying before pushing the plate aside. The thought of growing up and having a real job and children scared me but not enough for me to not want it.

"I mean I'm sure growing up isn't all too bad." I quickly finish my pancakes before Harry gets too bored sitting and waiting.

Harry was so gorgeous. Today his eyes seemed brighter and I was getting so lost in them I'd forget to look away every now and again. The smell of the cologne he wore was so strong but in a good way, it was musky and i just wanted to cuddle up to him to smell it more.

Harry seemed lighter. He didn't give me a vibe that he was carrying around something on his back anymore. I could tell it made him happier. I know what the weight was, we all do. It's just a sad story, to see a relationship that was so beautiful turn so quickly and end.

They have such amazing children in their lives that being apart won't happen. The children are the glue that's holding them together, in a none romantic way.

"Yeah but you have to do twice the amount of chores!" He raised his hands in the air as he tried to be dramatic.

"Oh then I don't want to grow up." I cried out. He smiled and put a hand on top of mine. My eyes quickly moved to the small gesture on the table before me. I couldn't move them away from our hands I was in shock but I was also feeling comfort.

"I want you to hear me out quickly, okay?" He frowned over at me, I just slowly nodded as his thumb started to rub my hand. "That I know everything happening around me right now is fucked, it truely is. But this-" he lifted his hand and pointed between us before placing it back down now holding my hand. "Shouldn't be happening but I don't want it to stop. Ella, you are making me feel good again."

My heart was thumping so hard I was scared he could hear it. My eyes started to gloss over but I forced myself to hold it together. But I couldn't hold the large smile that took over my face. As I smiled I noticed he was still very serious, my mind snapped back to normal and I became worried. Why wasn't he smiling? Wasn't this a happy moment?

"Ella, this shouldn't be happening though. I am thirty two, you are fucking seventeen." He let go of me and ran his fingers through his hair. "Well eighteen soon which still overall doesn't make anything better." He laughed.

I didn't know what to say or do. I just kept staring at him hoping he would continue because honestly, I was frozen. This man I have been babysitting for is just spitting all of this things at me without warning. My mind is spinning.