Daddy [h.s]

Seventeen

My eyes glared deep into hers as she stood there, unfazed with that smirk that was so taunting that I wanted to walk up to her and pull on those fake blonde strands of her hair

I counted to five in my head, about to turn walk away before I realised her heels started clanking against the white tiles of the hallway, her perfect figure coming closer towards me

"Is there a problem Ms. Emerson?" She snickered, bringing a hand up to run through her hair, her fiery red painted nails shining under the lights

"Not at all" I refrained from rolling my eyes, standing my ground and showing her that she didn't intimidate me. Not at all.

"Good, good" She hummed sarcastically. The venom and some kind of rage just dripping from her voice

I gave her a long and hard stare before walking around her, my arms crossed across my chest and this time with my back facing her, I did the most dramatic eye roll I could've mustered, trying to shake off my anger that just coils at seeing her. I repeatedly pressed the top elevator button for almost thirty seconds until I heard the small 'ding' signalling the elevator had stopped

I stepped into the elevator, a brunette already inside, looking through his file with a deep frown etched onto his lips. I awkwardly stood next to him, swaying side to side, liking the way my hair would slide across my back that was tied into a high ponytail

I cleared my throat, attracting the guys attention, his eyes scanning me from head to toe before they settled somewhere on my left breast. An offended look crossed my face, my eyes narrowing at his which were still not looking up

"Excuse you" I snapped as I squirmed in place, complete offence ladened in my voice. He looked up, one eyebrow raised as in question

"Why are you looking at my boobs?" His eyes widened before he gave me a weird stare, taking a few steps back

"I...was looking at your name tag" My head dropped down to above my left breast where indeed there was my name tag. I swallowed, cheeks turning a bright red before clearing my throat

When I looked back up, he was standing on the other side of the elevator, avoiding my stare as I looked around, facing my body away from him and to the buttons where I pressed the last button to the top floor multiple times, trying to get it to hurry up because the tension and awkwardness in the room along with the embarrassment still flowing through my body was too much for me to handle.

His eyes were concentrated on my finger that kept impatiently hitting the last button before looking away

I let out a long breath I hadn't realised I was holding when the door opened and I stepped out, almost running to the office which was imprinted in my mind, tripping a few times there, the receptionist staring after me with some sort of surprise. I wasn't surprised.

I pushed open the dark mahogany door, slipping inside and immediately green eyes connected with mine. Great.

I walked towards him as he followed my every move not until I was in front of him. I picked the pen from between his fingers and dropping it onto the desk before settling myself onto his lap. My plan was to avoid him, but that failed as soon as I saw his luscious pink lips looking so soft and just inviting

I wrapped my arms around his neck tightly, pressing our bodies close together until there was hardly any space, his green eyes just staring at me with a look of mixed emotions that I couldn't quite decipher

"You smell so good" I smiled, biting on my bottom lip as the corner of his lip tugged upwards

"Do I now?" He questioned, amusement laced in his tone, staring at every single aspect of my face slowly 

I nodded before pressing my lips firmly against his. It was then when he seemed to snap out of his trance, a long groan emitting from his throat

His hands held either side of my waist, fingers digging into the skin as they pulled me impossibly close. His plump lips felt so smooth as they moved harshly against mine. His tongue invaded my mouth, warm as it moved against mine. I moaned softly, trailing my hands up into his hair and tugging at the curls that tangled effortlessly between my fingers

I broke the kiss to take a deep breath before moving for award again hungrily, trying to savour the sweet taste of strawberries that lingered on his mouth

I slowly pulled away, opening my eyes to see his head leaned back onto the seat, lips swollen and almost red, his chest rising and falling at a rapid pace

"Fuck...that was hot, baby" he gave me a lopsided smirk, biting down on his bottom lip before trailing his hands down and giving my ass a squeeze making me swat him though I couldn't help the tingling sensation that erupted in my stomach

I giggled quietly, leaning forward, my hands on his chest now as I placed a small teasing peck on his lips. He hummed with his eyes closed, tugging me in for more though I resisted, trying to get out of his hold, giggling quietly. Chuckles erupted from his lips as he dug his fingers right under my ribcage, sudden bursts of squeals leaving my lips as Harry suddenly let out a small groan when I jolted my hips forward before a deep raspy laugh left his lips

Loud knocking on the door interrupted his hands and our mixed laughter. His grin slowly faded, eyes glancing towards the door before me, gesturing to me to up. I pouted and slightly whined having to get up from his warm hold that I felt safe and secured in

Reluctantly I stood up before walking around and standing besides his desk, my arms crossed before he called out a stern, "Come in"

The door opened and I wasn't even surprised when those taunting bright green eyes scanned over to Harry, a long staring gaze given to him before me who was standing besides him. She gave a smirk before I inwardly scoffed.

Only if you'd seen what was happening two minutes ago

"Mr. Styles" She purred, a sweet smirk planted on her lips. My heart rate increased as Harry gave all of his attention to her. My breathing picked up as she walked around to his desk and besides his chair. She leaned down, one hand placing on Harry's shoulder, gently squeezing it. She placed a file she held on the table before her other hand went around to his hand that lay on the desk before placing her hand on top of his. She moved her head towards me, giving me a huge grin, mock clear in her eyes

My heart sunk as Harry made no move to remove it and instead he sat there, lips pressed into a thin line. I shook my head at him, before moving towards the door, feeling his gaze burn into me but I was done. I didn't want to try anymore. I didn't want to be hurt anymore and I definitely didn't want to fall deeper than I have. The door slammed close behind me as the shock and realisation coursed through me, my back lightly leaning against the door, tears stinging my eyes

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Some drama coming huh...

How do you guys see Harry's personality and character?

How do you see Delaney's personality and character?

-I've been having this idea for a story but I'm not sure if I should actually write it. If I did would any of you guys read it? it will have some daddy kink to it I guess