"Sit darling, your grandma and I need to have a chat with you" dad immediately grabbed my hand and sat me on the sofa next to him, gran sat on the other side.
"Okay"
Gran offered me a juice box with apple juice in it, dad and her stared down at me weirdly
"We want to talk about Mr.Styles" Gran spoke with a smile. My eyes widened
"What for?"
"We just think that, maybe you guys are getting a bit too close" dad spoke, I frowned in confusion
Too close?
"What do you mean?"
"Well honey, we think you should maybe stop talking to Mr.Styles so much, that leads to many things we don't want to happen"
"Like What?" I asked still confused
Dad ran his hand down my hair and smiled
"We just think that Mr.Styles is a bit too old for you" then everything pieced together and maybe a bit of anger rose inside of me.
Mr. Styles and I are just friends.
"But dad grandpa said you and mom were like decades apart" my grandma giggled and looked over at my father who turned red
"Only 14 years apart, no big deal" he smiled down at me
"Yeah and we are 12 years apart, I don't think that's a big deal, I like Mr. Styles like a brother"
Daddy said he needed me to keep us a secret
And so I am
Grandma and dad smile and sighed in relief
"Great then i guess we don't have to worry about that, after all Mr. Styles would never take advantage over you, he serves god and only god"
But he touched me down there.
Does he serve god and only god?
Or is he giving in to the devils temptations?
No, he serves god.....and only god.
Mr. Styles would never be mean to me, he said I'm too precious to be hurt, I'm too small to be hit and I'm too smart too be tricked.
"Yeah, he's a nice old man"
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Precious H.S au
FanfictionAnd this is what hooks me, his questions, his words, his accent, and maybe just maybe the way he stands as well. He's known her since she was six. A story in which involves church and unholy things. ____________ WARNING ⚠ -there will be a very big a...
