Daddy

8. So going to add stuff...

I looked into Harry's eyes and saw passion, love, and most importantly, truth. He wasn't lying.

I didn't answer and he sighed. "I know it's too soon but I really- really like you. And not just for your body, you're not like any other girl I've met. And I'm sure our age difference plays a role in us not being together but I don't care. As long as you're mine then I am yours." I smiled and pecked his lips.

"I love you. And I'm yours forever or as long as you want me."

"Are you crazy? I will always want you. And only you." He smiled and kissed me.

I sighed in pleasure as he began kissing my neck, "Only me?" He stopped his actions and rose his head to look at me in the eyes.

"Only you. As long as you want only me."

"I've never wanted a man before. I've never wondered about having a bo-" I cut myself off scared of what was to come out of my mouth.

"No need to worry, love. As long as I am yours and you are mine, we can be whatever you want. Boyfriend and girlfriend, man and wife, king and queen, or if that is too old we can be prince and princess. Or, or I can be your daddy and you my princess."

I smiled with so much emotion. "I think I'd like calling you my daddy. Ofcourse I need to get used to it. But I like it." Harry smiled and kissed me with his pink lips.

"Are you sure you don't wear lipstick?" Harry laughed and put his face in my neck.

"I'm sure."