Daddy's Girl
Chapter 13: Comfortable
Harry’s POV
My eyes widened as I unlocked my phone, checking the time. It was shockingly 1:47 p.m. I started to panic as I realized I wasn’t in my bed, or on my couch, or even in my house. I was at Emmy’s. I quickly lean up, the cover falling from the top half of my body. I run a nervous hand through my messy hair, trying to push it from my face, despite its constant falling back.
A wave of memories hit me hard, my mind started to spin and my heart began to race. I put my hand on my forehead, trying to keep myself focused and calm, but it was becoming quite hard after figuring out and remembering what all happened yesterday evening and night.
‘’Mr. Styles!’’ I heard Emmy’s cheerful voice say out of nowhere. I look over towards her kitchen door, there she stood standing in the doorway, a bright smile on her face. ‘’I thought you’d never wake up!’’ She laughs as she makes her way over towards me.
She reaches me, grabbing the blanket and starting to fold it in her arms, straightening up the mess I’ve made. ‘’I, uh, yeah, I was pretty.. knocked.. and tired.’’ I mumble as I sigh to myself, trying to understand my reasonings of this all, but I had none. It was pretty obvious, it didn’t need a justification, this time.
‘’Well, I assure you that you got enough sleep last night,’’ She says, ‘’I um, have some breakfast for you, it’s a little cold though.’’ ‘’Oh, um, thanks love.’’ I smile lightly as I throw my legs off the couch, standing up so that my feet where touching the floor, I didn’t realize I didn’t have my socks on, but yet that was a good point. I don’t sleep in my socks, duh. I’m losing my mind, losing it.
‘’It’s nothing much, just some pancakes. Do you like, uh, pancakes?’’ Emmy asks as I follow her into the kitchen, she’s constantly looking over her shoulder at me. We get into the kitchen, the aroma of syrup and perfectly cooked pancakes fills my nose. ‘’Yes, I love pancakes.’’ I smile as she pats the island stool, telling me to sit down.
So, I follow her gesture and sit down on the stool. ‘’I was going to wake you, you’re phone was ringing several different times this morning, but you just looked so cute!I didn’t want to disturb you.’’ She laughs lightly. I feel my cheeks get hot at her words, it was flattering really. ‘’C-cute?’’ I nervously mumble, mainly to myself.
‘’Well, um.. not exactly, you know.. cute.. but uh,’’ Emmy turns to face me, her face burning red and her eyes flickering from me to the floor, she was embarrassed at what she said, but I actually liked it, ‘’Comfortable, I meant to say that.’’ ‘’No, I think you meant cute.’’ I wink lightly at her. She just blushes some more before turning around, her ponytail wiping around at her quick movements.
“Comfortable.’’ She says lightly to herself. ‘’No, cute.’’ I smile as she glances over her shoulder at me. ‘’Comfortable.’’ She repeats. ‘’Cute.’’ I wink again and she just blushes even more, turning around, embarrassed.
Later That Evening
‘’I uh, I appreciate you.. letting me stay and all.’’ I smile lightly as I step through the door frame, Emmy following me into the hall. ‘’Don’t mention it.’’ She smiles back as I look down at her. God, she was just beautiful.
‘’It’s going to be a stressful week, my reps think it would be best if I was in some sort of relationship, that’s why I was mad yesterday. I couldn’t stand the fact that they are forcing me to do this.’’ I sigh, rolling my eyes to myself.
‘’I thought you decided your own things?’’ Emmy asks, furrowing her eyebrows lightly at that thought. ‘’Not all the time, and not for everything. They want me to become even more famous, which probably isn’t possible since I’m worldwide and a everyone-knows-my-name-and-wants-to-be-me type person.’’ I shrug lightly.
‘’Oh, well, if I were you.. I would let them do whatever, but make my own decisions.’’ She says. ‘’I usually do.’’ I sigh. ‘’So, I’ll see you at work Monday.’’ She smiles at me. ‘’Yeah... uh, Monday.’’ I smile back, a weird feeling in the pit of my stomach. I don’t know what it was, but I liked it. A lot.
Once I soak that in, it makes me think that maybe, just maybe, there’s a possibility somewhere in the mere future that Emmy might, just might.. like me a little. Because God only knows how much I truly like her.
My eyes widened as I unlocked my phone, checking the time. It was shockingly 1:47 p.m. I started to panic as I realized I wasn’t in my bed, or on my couch, or even in my house. I was at Emmy’s. I quickly lean up, the cover falling from the top half of my body. I run a nervous hand through my messy hair, trying to push it from my face, despite its constant falling back.
A wave of memories hit me hard, my mind started to spin and my heart began to race. I put my hand on my forehead, trying to keep myself focused and calm, but it was becoming quite hard after figuring out and remembering what all happened yesterday evening and night.
‘’Mr. Styles!’’ I heard Emmy’s cheerful voice say out of nowhere. I look over towards her kitchen door, there she stood standing in the doorway, a bright smile on her face. ‘’I thought you’d never wake up!’’ She laughs as she makes her way over towards me.
She reaches me, grabbing the blanket and starting to fold it in her arms, straightening up the mess I’ve made. ‘’I, uh, yeah, I was pretty.. knocked.. and tired.’’ I mumble as I sigh to myself, trying to understand my reasonings of this all, but I had none. It was pretty obvious, it didn’t need a justification, this time.
‘’Well, I assure you that you got enough sleep last night,’’ She says, ‘’I um, have some breakfast for you, it’s a little cold though.’’ ‘’Oh, um, thanks love.’’ I smile lightly as I throw my legs off the couch, standing up so that my feet where touching the floor, I didn’t realize I didn’t have my socks on, but yet that was a good point. I don’t sleep in my socks, duh. I’m losing my mind, losing it.
‘’It’s nothing much, just some pancakes. Do you like, uh, pancakes?’’ Emmy asks as I follow her into the kitchen, she’s constantly looking over her shoulder at me. We get into the kitchen, the aroma of syrup and perfectly cooked pancakes fills my nose. ‘’Yes, I love pancakes.’’ I smile as she pats the island stool, telling me to sit down.
So, I follow her gesture and sit down on the stool. ‘’I was going to wake you, you’re phone was ringing several different times this morning, but you just looked so cute!I didn’t want to disturb you.’’ She laughs lightly. I feel my cheeks get hot at her words, it was flattering really. ‘’C-cute?’’ I nervously mumble, mainly to myself.
‘’Well, um.. not exactly, you know.. cute.. but uh,’’ Emmy turns to face me, her face burning red and her eyes flickering from me to the floor, she was embarrassed at what she said, but I actually liked it, ‘’Comfortable, I meant to say that.’’ ‘’No, I think you meant cute.’’ I wink lightly at her. She just blushes some more before turning around, her ponytail wiping around at her quick movements.
“Comfortable.’’ She says lightly to herself. ‘’No, cute.’’ I smile as she glances over her shoulder at me. ‘’Comfortable.’’ She repeats. ‘’Cute.’’ I wink again and she just blushes even more, turning around, embarrassed.
Later That Evening
‘’I uh, I appreciate you.. letting me stay and all.’’ I smile lightly as I step through the door frame, Emmy following me into the hall. ‘’Don’t mention it.’’ She smiles back as I look down at her. God, she was just beautiful.
‘’It’s going to be a stressful week, my reps think it would be best if I was in some sort of relationship, that’s why I was mad yesterday. I couldn’t stand the fact that they are forcing me to do this.’’ I sigh, rolling my eyes to myself.
‘’I thought you decided your own things?’’ Emmy asks, furrowing her eyebrows lightly at that thought. ‘’Not all the time, and not for everything. They want me to become even more famous, which probably isn’t possible since I’m worldwide and a everyone-knows-my-name-and-wants-to-be-me type person.’’ I shrug lightly.
‘’Oh, well, if I were you.. I would let them do whatever, but make my own decisions.’’ She says. ‘’I usually do.’’ I sigh. ‘’So, I’ll see you at work Monday.’’ She smiles at me. ‘’Yeah... uh, Monday.’’ I smile back, a weird feeling in the pit of my stomach. I don’t know what it was, but I liked it. A lot.
Once I soak that in, it makes me think that maybe, just maybe, there’s a possibility somewhere in the mere future that Emmy might, just might.. like me a little. Because God only knows how much I truly like her.
Notes
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6/10/17