Daddy issues // Harry Styles

Chapter 13

"No, you're not"

"I'll break my pussy. See how you like me then"

Harry laughed wholeheartedly at that, throwing his head back and clutching at his abdomen "You're a menace. Stop fidgeting. I won't let you slip, I'll keep my arms around you at all times, ok?"

You eyed him suspiciously "Is this like one of those things when you tell a kid you'll hold the bike, all he has to do is keep pedalling, and before he knows it nobody is holding the bike?"

He chuckled, grabbing you and turning you around in front of him so you were facing away from him "No, it's not. I'd never do that and break your trust. Never done it with Emily either"

"Good. 'Cause that usually always ends up with the kid freaking out and falling anyway"

"Lift your arms up, 'm gonna lift you"

You squealed "Harry! You better hold me" you placed your hands over his that were grabbing at your sides

"I will, I promise. C'mon"

You'd barely gotten your arms up into the air when he lifted you above his head and you grabbed onto the bar for dear life. It wasn't even that high off the floor, but you just hated it nonetheless "Sweaty hands! I'm gonna slip!"

"Stop kicking your legs!" he laughed "You're gonna knock me out"

"Good!"

"Yeah? Who's gonna hold you then?"

"Ok, ok" you seized your movements and just hung there awkwardly "I hate this"

"Pull yourself up towards the bar like I did"

You laughed "Are you fucking serious? I can barely hold myself up, and I think you're holding most of my weight actually"

"No, I'm not. C'mon. You can do it"

"I can't!" you squealed again

"Give it a try"

You scoffed and gripped the bar tightly, pulling yourself up with all your strength, barely managing to bend your elbows before your arms gave out "Crap, crap! Get me down!"

"You can do better, c'mon"

"Harry!"

"C'mon, baby" he turned to face your front, never taking his hands off your midsection "Gonna give you a treat if you manage a decent pull up, hm?" he nuzzled your crotch playfully and you laughed incredulously

"Should've known you'd turn this into one of your little sex games! Ah, stop that, it tickles!" you started kicking your legs a bit and he pulled away with a grin

"C'mon. I know you can do it"

"I can't, Harry. Trust me"

"No, trust me. I know you can"

"I can't"

"Y/N-"

You suddenly let go of the bar, not even giving him a heads up about it, but true to his word, his arms immediately tightened around you and caught you right away. You were somehow even more furious that he'd caught you, for some reason "Why couldn't you just drop it!?" you yelled, pushing at his shoulders until he let your feet touch the ground and you wiggled yourself out of his hold, turning towards the kitchen with him following

"Where's this coming from?" his voice calm, though you could tell he was keeping it under wraps

"Don't tell me what I can and can't do!" you spat, turning towards him now that there was sufficient space between the two of you, each on opposite sides of the kitchen "If I said I couldn't, then I can't. Why can't you respect that?"