Daddy's School Girl {l.p}

Fetish||19

I'm not surprised, I sympathize

(Hate to tell you guys but there's only 11 chapters left)

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Bahira's POV

It's been 5 weeks since the incident.

5 weeks of my father not working full time.

5 weeks of Harry constantly visiting me around 5:00 pm every day.

5 weeks since Dylan has came to see me.

5 weeks since he had talked to me.

He didn't call, visit nor text. He didn't bother to see if I were alright or even to show that he cared. But that's just the thing isn't it? He doesn't care. Now that I think of it, he never cared. The only thing he truly cared about was wether or not I was available to satisfy his needs. And I can't help but think that Lilah was right.

I wish I could just focus on Dylan and I, but that's just what it is. A wish. Since being in the hospital and needing to recover not just physically but psychologically, Dylan has been distant. I don't know whether or not this entire thing just freaked him out or what. Lately, he'd only call me or come by if he's stressed out or need someone to hold him. I guess it's better than nothing.

I am currently sitting in my bedroom, scrolling through my feed when I get a text from Harry.

Hazza💛
Hello gorgeous! I'm running a little late today, but I will definitely be over in a bit! Don't have too much fun without me! x.
Sent at 5:26 pm

I smiled at the text and decided to give Dylan a call.

After a couple of rings he answered with an aggravated sigh.

"What Bahira?" He hissed into the phone.

"Geez who crapped in your coffee?" I asked with a giggle.

"Ha. Ha. You know I don't need your shit right now." I furrowed my eyebrows.

"Well sorry if you're having a bad day babe, but that doesn't mean you can let your frustration out on me."

He took a deep breath. "Look I'm sorry baby, today's just been a stressful day and all I need is a good time with my baby. If you get where I'm getting at." I heard the smirk in his voice and rolled my eyes in annoyance.

He's been doing this a lot lately, only wanting to have sex and for me to just hold him after. Now don't get me wrong, I did enjoy it.

I did.

Now it feels more like a chore. As if that's my only purpose in this relationship. We haven't done anything that a normal couple would do. Hell, we haven't even sat down and have a movie night. I do more couple shit with Harry more than Dylan.

"Well we can do it later. Harry's coming over in a few." I said picking out some clothes to wear before I go take a shower.

He made a loud groan. "Are you fúcking serious? The dude is always over there Bahira!"

"Well sorry he actually cares enough to check up on me Dylan!" I yelled as I felt my temper rise.

"I do care about you Bahira." He argued.

"The only thing you care about is if I can help make you feel better." I shot back through gritted teeth.

The line was silent before Dylan laughed sarcastically.