Daddy's Little Girl (h.s)

9. Vulnerable

It's been so so long since I last updated so I tried to make this chapter a good one. I'm kinda just overwhelmed with everything in life right know.

I know I haven't updated in a year lol no im not gonna make that joke

But, hey happy new year 💕 and, I hope 2015 is filled with joy and happiness for everyone. Thank you for supporting me!! :)

Songs for this chapter are

Give me love - Ed Sheeran

Addicted to love - Skylar Grey

The heart want what it wants - Selena Gomez

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"We're having guests over," my mom opens the oven, and puts the turkey in.

Guess what day it is?

"Tell me something I don't know," I sigh, rubbing my temples. "It would surprise me if guests didn't come over." I laugh, the irritation inside me, off.

"It's thanks giving, now show me some gratitude and make a widest grin you can, we don't want to make the guest run away." She jokes, and ties her blonde her into a bun.

"I'm sure dad's cologne will do it for us." I walk back into my room, seeing a elegant white dress resting on my bed. Guess my mom has done some shopping.

I caress the gold trimmings on the pale dress, finally deciding to give it a try. I let my hair loose, chocolate colored curls cascading on my bare shoulder. I guess I wasn't made to be happy. My relationship with brian didn't work out, and Harry, is just someone who doesn't really care about me, and won't ever care for that matter. I place a strand of hair behind my ear, observing myself from my window that needed some serious wiping. I fall too easily, and everytime I fall, it just gets harder to get up. It's like with every fall, I lose some of my energy. I'm just waiting for the day when my energy will run out, then what. What happens to me then?

* 1 Week earlier*

The swirls of emotion goes through my head as he holds his cherry lips attached to my plain ones, knocking all the air from my lungs. My hands are tangled on his perfectly done, long but wavy hair, making him yank me closer, just a thin fabric of our clothes separating us. You can't really separate the heat that is mixing and increasing between the two of us. Just the look on his face can drive me crazy, and make me hold my breath.

He begins nuzzling my neck with wet, delight yet rough kisses. This surely is what I've ever wanted, to feel his plump lips againts my sweet-spot. I wanted this, but something in my gut is telling me that this is wrong, I can't seem to find joy anymore as the passion ia replaced with guilt. I try to urge myself away from him, but his tight grip around my aching body won't let me.

"Harry," I breathe into a kiss, a moan escaping from his mouth as a response. His hand travels higher on my tigh, grabbing my dress and almost ripping it off of me.

"Harry," I murmur againts his lips again, but he continues his sensuous movements.

I take a hold of his large shoulders, taking every ounce of my courage, I push him, increasing our distance. Breathing heavily, chest rising and falling rapidly, his burning gaze is glued to mine.

His thick eyebrows slopes downwards in a serious expression, ink colored lashes fluttering, showing off his glimmering tropical green coloured eyes as he still keeps the burning gaze lockes on my brown eyes.

His winsome, tanned face is plastered with confusion.

"I feel like you're taking advantage of me." I spill, then quickly covering my mouth.

"Me? Advantage of you?"

"No, your grandma." My sarcastic tone couldn't be more clear.

I take a deep breath as he stares, face still plastered with confusion.

"Of course you, dumb ass. There's no one else in this car besides us."

"How is this taking advantage?" He ignores my sarcasm, and raises his eyebrows, waving his hand in the air.

"I was at a vulnerable state."

"Vulnerable state? Like,how?"

This boy is sure stupid, and really clueless, for being in one of the most succesful boybands in the world.

" I was crying. I was weak, and you took advantage of the fact that you could easily just seduce me."

"Oh, cry me me river." He rolls his eyes, changing his attidute totally.

"I actually kinda did-"

He cuts my smart mouth off, and continues,"You wanted to kiss me as much as I did want to kiss you. Don't play games with me, you're going to lose before you even realize you've started." He spits, staring right through me, but this time, I'm not sure who I'm staring at.

Games?

"So, is this a game to you?" I ask, not wanting to hear the answer.

"Of course it is, you thought I was feeling something? Oh, baby remember this. I don't get attached or feel any kind of way. But, as far as it goes for you. I do get what I want." He stops at the sideway, and I jump off, not giving him a reply. He doesn't deserve it. In fact, he doesn't deserve anything.

But, I'm the one to blame. I was foolish enough thinking this would be a story written in a book, where the good girl tames the bad boy. Real lifestories don't work that way. There's no fairytales with happy endings. If you fall for a beast, you won't get an empire and an eternal love, what you get only is hurt and deceived. Fairytales should be banned, because it twists our idea of reality and romance. There's no happy endings, I knew that before him, but I thought that I'd deserve at least a happy middle, guess I was more than wrong. But, I know now better. I'm not gonna be deceived by strangers with charm anymore, and I'm not going to be in contact with Harry in anyway, ever.

*Present*

"Will you get the door,Allyson?" I brake from the memorial of the last week and rush downstairs. "Coming."

"I already opened it," my mom yells back.

"Oh," I turn around, but hear someone calling my name.

"Don't turn around, it's for you."

"What?"

"It's Someone who wants your forgiveness."
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