Daddy's Little Girl (h.s)

8. Been hurt before

Run on love - Tove Lo
Who you are - Ed sheeran version
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"Stop staring at your phone, and please, acknowledge that I'm here!" Stacey grabs my phone, a deep frown taking over her beautiful features.

"I just-, why hasn't he texted or called me?"

"Bec-"

"Like the last time it was his idea to go out, and now that I actually wait for a reply, I get none!" I talk, not letting Stacey say a word.

"If you let me-"

"Has he already forgot all about me?"

"I'm sure he hasn't forgot about you, Ally."

"Are you sure?" I take sip from my green tea, savouring the taste that lingers on my tounge. This tea sure is dreamy.

"I'm sure, and I'm sure that you seem to like him." Stacey spills, eyes widen.

"I don't like him." I blow a strand of my hair away from my face, crossing my arms.

"Check, please." She ignores me, not even giving a slightest shit. The waitress runs towards us, almost slipping half the way.

Stacey pays for my food, and in return she receives the biggest smile from me. We walk out of the restraunt and I try to keep my cool and let my phone stay in my pocket. Every nerve of mine wants to check that phone one more time, and it's literally driving me crazy. Is it really that hard to send a simple "hi" or "are you okay", like I could be drowning or something.

I hate guys.

I hate harry.

.

No, I don't. I just hate the fact that I get attached way too easily, Sigh.

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I lay on my soft bed, hair spread all around, eyes twitching. Oh fuck it, I'm going to send him a text. I'm an adult now, and I shouldn't even think about who texts first who doesn't.

*Hey, haven't heard from you.*

I stare at my phone, trying to somehow get him text me faster with my stare.

Nothing.

Well, it was nice knowing you Harry-fucking-Styles.

Just when I'm about to delete his number, a texts pops up on my phone, and you could say I haven't felt my heart skip a beat in a long time like this. I take a deep breath before I get my hands on the text.

*Just thought about you, Wanna hangout?*

Of course!

*what do you have in mind?* It's pretty late though, maybe I'll just sneak out of the window, don't have any time for my parents nagging. I grab the fabric of the new dress I bought, standing in front of the mirror. It's a pretty but, what If the one wearing it isn't? I thought I was over this, not being satisfied with the way I look. Guess, I wasn't.

I shake my head, trying to get the negative thoughts out of my mind before they eat my alive like they used to. Finally after finishing my makeup, I leave the house, still having a big lump in my throat from my previous thoughts. What's with me? Why am I so emotional suddenly?

I see Harry in his car, smiling widely, even though I don't return one. I sit in the passenger seat, not saying a word, knowing I'll lose it ifI do.

"Are you okay?" His raspy voices surprises me as he drives. I breathe in, my chest rising. I nod, and let a weak smile fall from my lips.

"You don't seem to be."

"I-I'm o-okay." I mutter, eyes on the road. I lean my head on the window, not really caring for what he has to say. I feel like my world's drifting apart.
Suddenly I notice that we aren't moving, and that he has parked on a sideway.

"Come, let's go back seat." Without questioning, I follow him.

I give him a confused look, furrowing my eyebrows. What is he doing?

"I can see that you're not okay." He bluntly chokes out, and reaches out to hold my hand. I was waiting for a cold touch, instead I'm welcomed by his warm, sunkissed skin. He caresses my hand, brushing it with his cheek and then gives it a simple kiss.

That's when I lose it totally. Tears start brimming down my face, my heart beating fast. How did I become like this? Tears were for my weaker days, I thought I was strong enough. I close my eyes and let the tears do their job, biting my lip at the same time.

Harry doesn't say a thing, letting me cry on his shoulder. I needed this. Someone to just be there when I'm feeling down. You don't have to say anything, just be there. I'm leaning into his arms while he hums something. I can't tell what it is, but it's definitely working. My heart beat slows down, and I take a good look at his green sparkly eyes. I didn't know he could be like this.

"I actually wanted to see you for a reason." He takes something out of a bag that's been with us on the backseat.

It's a box.

Filled with chocolate?

"I was given this by a certain chocolate company, I have to try all this new flavour and then give them a feedback. I thought you could help me?" He asks me, smirking.

"I guess, yeah." I utter, my voice still weak from the crying.

"To make it more fun, you have to close your eyes, and then guess what it tastes like."

I nod, already closing my eyes before he can say anything else. I hear some chuckling on the backround, knowing he finds this funny.

I open my mouth, and feel his warm fingers opening it wider and placing a chocolate.

"Okay, here we have a chocolate mixed with strawberries, and peach. I think?"

"Mint. It's mint. You suck."

"Shut up!" I grab the box and gesture him to close his eyes. I take the coconut flavoured chocolate and place it on the top of his tounge.

"Coconut."

"You're cheating." I complain, rolling my eyes.

"No. I'm not! My turn."

He gives me another chocolate and I try to savour it.

"What about this one? Which flavour?"

"H-hey I haven't finishe-" he interrupts me by crashing his plump lips with mine, and one thing's for sure, this was my favourite flavour.

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