Harry
"Would you like to come in Mr. Styles?" Her angelic voice sing-songs in my ears.
Mr. Styles. It makes me feel so powerful, so dominant when my baby calls me Mister. Turns me on so fucking much.
"I-uh, sure." I manage to say. Its as if I feel so confident in my head, but when I try and converse with her, my words come out jumbled.
Arabella smiles at me reassuringly, as if trying to calm me. Her small and simple gesture does put me at ease. She steps out the way and motions me inside.
"Thank you."
The house is very much like mine, difference being the furniture and colors. It's much cozier than my residence though, I can say that.
"You can take a seat on the couch. Would you like anything to drink? Eat?"
"You." I involuntarily answer, only to be met by a confused look on her behalf.
"Are you, a cannibal?" My baby asks me, and I start to internally beat myself up. I must've scared her, she thinks she's in proximity of a person who wants to eat her.
Although, that is not necessarily false.
"I'm not a cannibal, no. Just, forget I said anything. I'm not hungry nor thirsty but, thank you." I try and ease her. She doesn't think much of it, just smiles and nods her head.
I see she smiles a lot, and very easily too. I could make her smile easily snuggling with her as we watch a movie, or while I eat her tight, sweet cunt out.
"So, Mr. Styles, I see that you are my neighbor. I say we should learn more about each other." I nod my head in response, encouraging her to tell me anything about herself.
"Well, my name is Arabella, as you already know. I am sixteen years old, I enjoy learning very much, and I like puppies." She giggles at the last part, which sounds like music to my ears.
So my baby is sixteen. I never thought such a body could belong to such a young, beautiful teenage girl.
Yet most men would be uncomfortable feeling attraction to a mere teenager, I find it indulging. Oddly, my baby girls age makes me that more intoxicated on her.
"My name is Harry, as you already know." I pause to throw her a playful look, copying her words.
"I am twenty-seven years old, I enjoy literature, and I suppose I like kittens." This makes my baby girl lightly laugh, not quite understanding the double meaning behind my words.
I do like her kitten.
"You seem like a nice character, Mr. Styles." I furrow my eyebrows at her odd word choice, but enjoy how Mr. Styles rolls of her tongue.
"Do you feel cold?" She shivers from her small amount of clothing. "I do. I might just go put the heater on." She says in the process of standing up.
I almost choke on air as her hard nipples show visibly through her silk tank top. I get hard almost immediately at the sight before me, and my baby girl just standing there clueless does not help out. Not one bit.
I don't know what to do. I have a growing erection, yet Arabella is oblivious since she's off to turn on the heater. I wasn't expecting to see my baby girl in her current condition, I can't handle it.
"I-I have to go." I stutter hopelessly before rushing out the front door, sprinting towards my house. I don't dare to look back, as she now probably thinks I'm a lunatic.
I swing open the door and close it with my back, having trouble breathing properly. Closing my eyes, I picture my baby girl again, her nipples hard.
How could I have ran away, f*ck. I should have handled my needs differently, such as asking to go to the restroom and take care of my prominent bulge. My baby girl probably never wants to look my direction again.
Arabella
I watch as Mr. Styles runs off unexpectedly. I start to feel guilty - did I say something? He must be angry with me for whatever I've done.
If here, Aunt Lillian would tell me that I ruined everything, and insult me with every word she could think up. I suppose she would be right this time around.
I look down at the soft carpet to find a metal chain, attached to it was a cross. I pick up the accessory and inspect it, it's a very nice chain indeed. I conclude that it must belong to Mr. Styles, seeing he did leave in a hurry and could have dropped it.
I must return it, and while there I can apologize for my actions that have upset him. I do hope I haven't angered him too much.
The cross necklace is clutched in my right hand as I slip on my fluffy bunny slippers. I make my way across the street to Mr. Styles home of residence. It's identical to mine, much like the whole neighborhood.
His house has a unusual feeling, not welcoming. Ignoring the aura of Mr. Styles home, I knock three swift times on his door.
The door swings open, there stands a heavy breathing Mr. Styles. I open my hands to reveal the cross chain I earlier discovered. He feels his neck, realizing that his chain was in fact missing.
"Here you go, Mr. Styles." He hurriedly grabs the chain out of my hands and stuffs it into his black, skin tight jeans.
"Mr. Styles, I also wanted to apologi-"
My sentence gets cut off as he forcefully slams the door in my face.
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I'm trying to find a way to write smut but I don't want to get into that too quickly ugh
Unedited and crappy I'm out
