My step-father [h.s] || daddy kink

Chapter Six

“Okay. What is it?”

“I’m at this party and mom said she was already asleep so I need a ride home.” I said quickly, crossing my fingers that he would leave his friends to pick me up.

I heard some shuffling on the line before he cleared his throat. 

“Text me the address I’ll be there soon.” he said, making me release a breath I didn’t realize I was holding.

“Thank you so much, Harry” I breathed out. 

“Anything for you, princess.” he said before the line clicked.

I couldn’t help but feel the flips in my stomach as I thought of the nickname he gave me. No one had ever gave me names like that. Especially an older man. A small smile fought its way onto my chapped lips. I had to bite down on my bottom lip as I texted him the address.

I kicked around dirt on Ashton’s front porch as I awaited Harry’s arrival. It wasn’t till the front door was whipped open behind me did I stop thinking about Harry.

“Ashton?” I questioned as he stumbled towards me.

“Sup, Mary.” He slurred, placing a hand on my shoulder for support.

“You’re so drunk, Ash.” I let out a small laugh.

“No I’m not.” He tried to defend himself, but the swaying of his head told me otherwise. “Fine. I’m a little drunk.”

We both erupted into a fit of laughter before headlights shown right at us. 

“I think that’s my ride.” I tried to get out of his grip.

“No wait! Why are you leaving.” He pouted, his grip getting tighter on my shoulder. Ashton was cute when he was in this state. No wonder most girls threw themselves at him.