Oh, Daddy

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Harry's POV

God she's beautiful. With her innocent little outfits and her perfect blonde hair. I wish I wasn't over here lusting over a little girl. What has my life come to? I just can't help it, though. Her little skirt, exposing those legs. God I love those legs. Don't get me started on her ass. Her perfect bottom, swaying under that skirt. Made me wanna redden it right then and there but luckily I have some self control.

Giselles POV
"Are you ok?" My friend, Trina asks me. Probably because the lack of attention I'm paying right now in one of my favorite classes, English.

"Oh yea, I'm perfect." I'm really not though. I can't get my mind off of Mr. Styles. I don't know what it is about him. He's just so handsome and when he smiles at me he makes me feel a way I know I shouldn't be feeling.

"Ok. Goodbye class, have a nice day," our teacher says as the last school bell rings.

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When I get home, neither of my parents are home, which is normal. My dad comes home in about two hours and my mom comes a little later than that. I go up to my room and take a shower. I had gym today, so I feel a little dirty.

Once I get out, I do my homework which isn't that hard for me. It's not usually too much. I then start thinking about Harry. With his jungle green eyes and his dimples deep as the Grand Canyon. His hair. I just wanna touch it.

Then my...special spot starts tingling. So, I do the first thing that comes to my mind to fix it. Touch it, but I do it with my non-dominant hand so that I can imagine it's Harry (a/n there's a tip for you girls 😉).

I don't even know how to do this, I think to myself. I just start...rubbing it I guess you could say. Before I knew it, it started feeling good. Like really good. Better than I'd ever imagined.

I start making these weird noises I think are called moans. They just keep getting louder and louder and I start feeling better and better. Then, it felt like they're was a heart beat going on down there and i decided that could be my cue to stop.

I'm a heavy breathing mess now. That was really awesome. I wonder what it's called?

Suddenly, there's a knock on the door. We don't want your cookies, I think to myself.
I try my best to not look so flushed, and then I walk downstairs to open the door. I gasped.

Harry's POV

She gasps, causing me to smirk. Didn't expect me, did you kitten?

"Good afternoon, love. May I come in?" I ask her, knowing she'll say yes but I'm a polite man so I ask anyways. Her cheeks are very red but they were like that when I came in, I wonder why? She nods her head, looking at the ground.

"Hey, princess. Try to look at me when I talk to you, ok?" I say to her softly, lifting her head. She nods again, looking at the ground again. I raise my eyebrows at her, as she did the same mistake.

She looks up at me saying, "oh I'm sorry! I understand and yes you can come in." I nod my head in approval and walk right in.

"Do you want anything to drink, or something?" My angel asks me.

"No, but thank you darling," I say back to her.

"Well, I guess we can just watch tv on the couch..," she says, oh so shyly.

"I'm for on the couch, but I don't wanna watch anything, I'd like to just talk to you if that's ok."

"I-I'm not really good with talking, but sure if you want to."

"I'm sure you'll do fine with talking to me, love. Plus, I'd never judge you," I reassure her. Of course I'd never judge my princess. She's perfect in every way if you ask me.

"Ok, I guess," she almost whispers. We walk over to the couch, and sit. Very close to each other which I like.

"So baby doll, exactly how old are you?" I ask out of curiosity. Even though it won't effect anything which is kinda messed up in a way.

"I'm 16, turning 17 in 5 months, sir," she tells me and it seems she's carefully choosing her words. I wish she would loosen up around me. Oh wait. She will be in time.

"Mm I see, doll. Also call me Harry, please," I tell her with a smile.

"Ok, Harry," she says testing my name out. She then asks, "how old are you, Harry?"

"I'm 27, just turned it actually," I tell her.

"You look really young, si- I mean Harry," she says, obviously new to calling an adult by their real name.

"Why thank you, baby girl. I'm glad you think so, I don't act it though trust me,"'I chuckle, then I hear her laughing too. It's so...angelic. I could listen to it all day, I'd love to know all the melodies to it, it could be my favorite song.

Then, I just start staring at her. I can't help it, I mean look at her. Her long hair, in a messy little bun. Her face, so pure and soft. The way she moves as she's breathing. Gosh, she's a sight.

"Uh, Harry? Why are you staring at me?" She says, sounding embarrassed.

"Darling, if I told you that when I stare at something or someone that intensely, it means one two things: I want it or it disgusts me, which category do you think you'd fall in?" I ask her.

"Um....I don't know...maybe you're d-disgusted by me?" She says, looking down at the word disgusted.

I chuckle, then grab her thigh saying, "Wrong answer, babygirl."

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A/N did you guys like it? I hope so.

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