*I have to admit, the book 'Suit and Tie' is amazing. Recommended.*
*not edited. Few mistakes. *"Your turn."
"What if I make something for you. Like you made me a tape. So I'll make you a mix tape?" Harry says from the kitchen. A mix tape?
"You don't have to, but if you want to, hey daddy, what are you making?" I say over to him. My phone rings and I quickly slide it to open. "Oh, no." I say out loud as Harry is walking towards me.
"Breakfast is ready baby. What's wrong?" Oh my God no. "My aunt is coming over in about-" I look at the clock and finish my sentence. "Two minutes." I say. His face expression falls, leaving it completely straight. "Why didn't you say it earlier!" He starts packing his things. "Harry!" I scream. "Calm down, please." He looks at me and then at the clock." He just nods. "Harry, change."I say quickly. "What am I going to tell her?" My voice rings and I run to my room to put on proper clothes.
"Say I'm one of your dad's friend and that I came over here to check on you." He screams from downstairs and I just say Okay although he can't probably hear me. "They are here!" He runs upstairs and gives me a kiss. "Be careful of what you say." His work side is on and I know he is going to be cold.
I nod and walk downstairs, him following. He finishes cooking the rest of the breakfast and I just awkwardly let my aunt in. "Well good morning honey! I have muffins and a milkshake for you."
When she walks in she notices a very tall Harry with a grey suit and black dress shoes.
She looks at me then back at him. "Who is this young man?" She asks. Well technically she checks him out. Which bothered me apparently. "Aunt, this is my daddy's friend, Harry. Harry this is my aunt." I introduce them. Harry tensed when the word "daddy" came out. He shakes her hand. "Nice to meet you." My aunt says and he mumbles the same thing back, not wanting to sound rude.
"I will have to go, I'll see you later Mia." He grabs his phone and wallet, walking out. "Whoa, when did your dad meet that?" She questions. I just shrug it off and eat a muffin. Harry had made fresh scrambled eggs, black coffee and a few strips of bacon. Few minutes pass and Aunt is out the house and I quickly pack up a few of what Harry had made for breakfast. Putting it in a plate and packing some lunch for him as well.
Harry
After the awkward small talk with Mia's family I get to my office calling back a few missed calls. "No, I will not. You can deliver it yourself, without me stepping a foot in your office." I say to the people I work with. Holland and Co. are a much smaller company than mine. I agreed to talk with them. The lousy intern studdering every few words. "Well tell your so called boss that I would rather burn than make business with you." I hung up and wrote a few things down.
My computer is 60% people wanting to interview and the 40% of it was people who piss me off. Life's just great. At least I have my little girl.
*Mia Grace* read on the screen. I swiped and read the message.
"*I was wondering if you where hungry so I'm stopping at your office right now getting you some of what you made.*" I sigh putting away confidential papers. My phone rings for the third time today. "Styles!" I scream into the call waiting for an answer."Is this how you would treat your girl?" A sweet familiar voice rings through. "Mia." I say calmly. "Can you please tell your 'pretty but dumb' secretary to let me in." She whispers the insulting parts. "Where are you?" I ask now laying my head back.
"Outside your office. I made it through the officers in the entrance, the possesive blonde in the counter on the first floor and the other officers by the elevator. All I need is to get through this bitch." I chuckle. "No appointment, no Styles." I say back and she lets out a tired sigh. "Just tell her!" She whines. "Fine. Hold on." I hung up and through the office phone that is never used, I ring her. "Yes Sarah, Let her in." I say through and I hear a slight knock. "Come." I say raising my voice higher than normal.
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Daddy Styles [h.s]
FanfictionWhat do you call a man that's dominant, possesive and crazy. My family calls him a psycho, but I call him Daddy. {this story is inspired by others, but I put a twist on things} [kink,harrystyles,PG-13,sex]