The next day I woke up later then I anticipated. 11:30 was late for me on a weekend. Almost immediately I got calls from Ashton and Christina. Apparently Ashton’s parents were out of town for the weekend.
Now, I sat at Ashton’s house watching drunken people walk by me. It was only 9 at night and they were already shit faced. I only had a few alcohol beverages that I was basically forced to drink by Christina. She claimed they were her favorite, however I thought they tasted like cough syrup that burned your throat. Earlier today my mom and Harry left to run some errands which meant I had the house to myself, thank God.
Next to me, Ashton rambled on about some girl he met earlier tonight. I felt out of place here. I was too awkward for situations like these.
“I even got her number!” Ashton cheered in his drunken state.
“Dude, she was probably drunk. She’ll regret it in the morning.” Niall retorted back in a joking manner.
“Whatever man.” Ashton rolled his eyes.
On the other side of me, Chrissy sat with some guy I had never seen before. I knew teenagers were expected to go out, get drunk, and make stupid decisions, but this wasn’t my kind of scene. I had never liked parties. They usually consisted of Ash and Chrissy trying to force alcohol down my throat for the first hour, then they would get drunk and leave me, and lastly I would call my mom to pick me up.
When 12 a-clock rolled around and I had multiple texts from my mom asking where I was, I decided it was time to leave.
Mary, 12:02 am: I’m at Ash’s. Can you come pick me up?
Mom, 12:03 am: Sweetie, I texted you that I was already in bed 20 minutes ago. Call Harry.
Mary, 12:03 am: Why do I have to call Harry? Isn’t he with you??
I was trying to come up with different ways to get out of this situation.
Mom, 12:04 am: He was out with some friends he met from work. Just call him, Mary.
I had an inner debate with myself about whether or not I should call him. If he was out with his friends this late he was probably drinking or something. I didn’t want to annoy him by interrupting his free time. I knew he worked hard because whenever I was at school, he was at work until 6 at night. I cursed under my breath as I stood on Ashton’s porch. I had no other way to get home other then walking and that would take me over an hour.
I made an impulse decision to call him as I dialed his number. I wasn’t ready when he answered on the first ring, causing myself to be flustered into quickly thinking of what to say.
“Mary? What’s wrong? Why are you calling so late?” he asked in concern.
“Um I have a favor to ask.” I said hesitantly.
“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.
“I don’t feel good. I’ll see you tomorrow at school.” I rushed as a small beep was heard from Harry’s car. When Ashton’s grip didn’t loosen I quickly pulled out of it. “Bye!” I called as I speed walked down the stairs and to Harry’s car.
When I opened the car door, classical music seeped through my ears. I climbed the high step into the escalade and sat myself in the passenger side. My eyes caught his as he narrowed them at me.
“Hi.” I squeaked.
“Who was that boy?” He said slowly, his eyes piercing into mine.
“Ashton. He’s my friend. My friend Ashton.” I rambled, unable to stay calm in his presence.
He gave me a slow nod as he narrowed his eyes even more before starting the car and driving off. I took slow breathes as I leaned my head on the window. My dad was always strict too. I guess Harry was going to be the same kind of parent who never lets his daughter see boys. I sighed, catching his attention.
“Have you been drinking?” He glared at me.
“No!” I said a little to fast. I glanced towards him to see him intently staring at me. If he thought that was going to make me tell the truth, he was right.
“Mary. Don’t lie to me.” His voice got stern as he kept his stare on me. My heart rate picked up the longer he wasn’t paying attention to the road.
“Look at the road, Harry!” I said frantically, my eyes darting between his and the road.
“Not until you tell me the truth.”
“I wasn’t! I swear!” I rushed in a high pitched voice.
“Mary.” He growled, getting angrier with me.
“Okay I’m sorry! Don’t tell mom she’ll ground me!” I whimpered out. I continued to breath heavily as his face turned emotionless and he stared out at the road. After a minute I broke the uncomfortable silence, “Are you mad.” I whispered, playing with my fingers that laid in my lap.
“No, baby, I’m not mad. Just disappointed.” He said smoothly. I’m sure my face lit up with his name calling.
“I only had a few drinks.” I whispered again, feeling the need to make him proud as I looked up at his disappointed face.
“You deserve a punishment.” His voice got deeper.
“A punishment?” My voice was high pitched, my eyes wide.
“Yes, baby. A punishment.” He said more sternly.
I could only imagine what he meant by that. We both knew what we were thinking right now. He was giving me mixed signals. Does he mean this in a fatherly way or not?
When his hand brushed against mine, he pushed it off before placing his warm hand just above my knee. My breath came out in small pants. He just gave me an answer to my confusion.
“Harr-“
“Shh” He hushed as he began rubbing slow circles with his thumb.
I was practically panting at this point. He continued to drive while I continued to look out the window. I pretended to be interested in whatever was outside but the only thing I was thinking of was how his hand was slowly sliding further up my thigh.
I got a bubbly feeling in the pit of my stomach when his hand brushed over my skirt. The fabric was lifted higher up my thighs, exposing my pale skin. When I felt his thumb come even closer to my private area, I brought my hand over his and pulled it off.
I looked up to see a satisfied smirk on his lips as he watched the road. He wanted me to have this reaction. I looked back down to see goosebumps forming on my upper leg. I quickly pulled the dress down and shifted my eyes towards the road ahead of us.
The silence was making me feel uncomfortable, even the classical music wasn’t helping. I couldn’t have been more excited when we pulled into our driveway. The second the car had stopped I hoped out of the car and sprinted towards the door. It wasn’t till I tried to open the front door did I noticed he was the one with the key.
His smirk never faded as he made his way to me. I kept my eyes on the ground when he reached my side. My whole body stiffened when he leaned in to my neck. I felt his lips brush over the base of it before pressing a firm kiss to it with his plump lips. I fumbled to bring my hands up and push him away but he quickly caught them and held them behind my back.
His lips moved swiftly down my neck and to my collar bone, kissing his way down. I couldn’t help but let out a sigh of contentment. The sick feeling in my stomach told me to stop but my brain wasn’t able to think properly with his lips assaulting my sensitive neck.
“Ha-Harr-“ I tried to breath out as he began to suck just above my collar bone.
“Call me daddy.” He growled against me.
A throaty moan escaped my parted lips as he kissed up to my jaw. The sick feeling I had suddenly turned more lustful at his words.
“Harry I think we should stop.” I managed to say through my heavy pants and sighs.
“What did you just call me?” He bit my ear lope, causing me to squeal.
“Da-daddy.” I choked out, “I’m tired. I want to go to bed.” it was the first thing that came to my mind. My body was acting as if it was it’s own part and I knew that if we took this farther I wouldn’t be able to control myself.
He pulled away but his face was still close to mine. “Be a good girl and don’t tell your mom about this. Understood?”
I nodded, eyes wide and lips sealed.
“You have a mouth, baby. Use it.”
“I understand.”
His eyebrows raised causing me to take in a breath.
“I understand, daddy.” I mumbled before he gave me a satisfied grin.
He moved around me to open the door and the instant it was open I ran upstairs. I felt disgusted as I laid in bed. All I could think about was what it would be like to lay under Harry’s authoritative touch. We both knew I wouldn’t tell my mom about this. She was happy for once and I didn’t want to ruin that. Plus I couldn’t hide the feeling of lust I had towards Harry.
A/N AHHH FINALLY SOME ACTION