Yes, Daddy // h.s

Chapter 3 ✔️

"You're a victim of your own mind." ~Anonymous

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"Dad, can you please come pick me up?" I ask trying to disguise my sick voice from crying so much.

"Sweetie, I'm sure Mr. Styles can drop you off, and on the contrary, you told me to pick you up at six. Not whatever time it is right now." My dad says.

"Dad-"

"Sweetie, look- I have to go. Just ask Mr. Styles, I'm sure he'll say yes." He hangs up the phone before I can reply. I sigh and walk towards the nearest café.

I walk inside of Starbucks and walk straight towards the bathroom. I enter the empty bathroom and stare at myself wildly. Mascara runs down my cheeks, staining them black.

I stare at my reflection feeling fatter and uglier then ever. You can't even see my collarbones. My arms nor my legs are skinny.

I clean up the remaining tears, and fix my face up. After I'm done I go back outside and decide to get something to drink.

"Hi. What can I get you today?" The lady asks me. I reply by giving her my order, a Java Chip with a Bagel.

I pay with the money I received from my dad this morning and then grab my food and take a seat on one of the empty two seater tables.

Not even five minutes later I feel a presence sit in the seat in front of me. I hesitantly look up to see Mr. Styles staring with a harsh glare.

"I do not appreciate you leaving me Arabella." His slick voice cuts through the air. I stop eating and look down to play with my hands.

"Your father told me I could find you here." He says again. I try to ignore him, but his intimidating persona puts me off.

"Come back to work. Your jobs not over yet." I look up to see him smirking.

"I would rather not." I say not looking at him. I can sense his facial features changing.

"You must and you will. Come now." He demands.

"Mr-"

"I've told you not to call me that before." I frown at his sudden attitude change.

"What am I suppose to call you then?" I question.

"Call me Sir. All my employees are told to call me that and so must you." He says. I nod and stand up to throw the remains of my drink and bagel away.

"You're not finishing that?" He questions standing up.

"Not hungry." I say, waiting for him to start walking.

He walks towards me, taking my hand in his big one. I felt something connect as soon as he shows those actions. No, not just anything simple. It felt like something real.

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We walk inside the building complex and I feel everybody's eyes on me. I turn my head to see the secretary glaring at me harshly, like she wanted to kill me or something.

I start to wonder if its wrong, what I'm doing. I choose to ignore the stares we are getting and focus on the fact that I'm here, in this position.

He leads me to the elevator and we wait side by side. Once the elevator door closes, the tension becomes strong. I can feel Mr. Styles staring at me, but I choose to look the other way.

"Arabella. Look at me." He demands. I slowly, yet hesitantly turn my head to his direction. His eyes bore into mine and it's the first time I've noticed the color of his eyes, the real color of his eyes.

"You're so innocent." He whispers caressing my cheeks with his hands. He rubs circles with his thumbs and I close my eyes, letting the relaxing feeling settle in.

"So pure." His whispers. I can feel his presence come closer. My eyes stay closed, and just as I am about to break the connection, his lips smash onto mine.

He's so beautiful