"What do you mean she's gone?!" Rose's mother shouted through the phone, panic clear in her voice. I didn't know exactly what to say, but I had to tell her somehow.
"I don't know. I... I went upstairs for just a minute; one minute. I came back down and she was gone. I searched everywhere."
"Did you look outside?"
"Yes. I looked around the house and a little down the street."
"Harry, I want you to drive around and look for her. I want you to call her multiple times. Call her until she's annoyed and is forced to answer. I'm not coming home if she's just out for fresh air or to have some space for a few moments. You need to figure out where she is. I left you in charge, Harry." I listened to my small lecture, knowing what I had to do. This was my fault, and I knew I had to fix it. I knew that Rose would soon get upset with me for being overprotective and annoying, but it's what I had to do to keep her safe.
I ended the conversation with Stephanie very briefly, promising her that I would find Rose in no time. I hung up the phone, then quickly found Rose's number, which I had put in my contacts when I was first making plans with Stephanie to watch her daughter.
I called the number, then put my phone close up to my ear. I listened through several rings, only to receive no answer. I then called a second time, and Rose still refused to answer, so I left a voicemail.
I spoke softly into the phone, "Hey, please pick up. I'm really worried about you. Please don't make your mother have to come home. She's doing really well with her job. Rose... please? I will do anything for you, princess. Just let me know where you are. I'll be waiting." And with that, I hung up.
I took a seat on the couch, deciding to wait a few moments before calling again, hopeful that maybe she would call me back. After a few minutes with still no sign of her, I decided to call her once again.
I waited through many rings, sure that I wouldn't hear back from her anytime soon. But to my surprise, after moments of the sound that was starting to become dreadful, her beautiful little voice picked up.
"Please leave me alone." She said, but I just couldn't. I had to keep my promise. I had to take care of her and keep her safe.
"No. Not until you are back home." I replied.
"I don't want to come back." She refused. I heard shuffling on the other end of the phone, and I waited a moment before responding.
"Why?"
There was a short silence to follow.
"I've been trapped in that house my whole life. I want to be free."
"Rose."
"Mhmm?"
"Where are you?" I asked.
"Not telling." She replied, a slight chuckle to follow.
"Tell me now." I demanded, hoping to set her off a bit so she would feel she desperately had to tell me.
"Please just leave me be."
"If you tell me now, you won't be punished at all for this when you come home, but if you continue to refuse, this won't end very well, princess." I spoke sternly into the phone, and hearing Rose's breath hitch on the other side let me know that I was doing things right.
"Daddy..."
"Baby."
"I'm at the café a couple streets down. I'll wait outside for you." She mumbled through the phone, relieving me from the build up of stress I had been experiencing.
"Good girl. I'll be there in a moment."
I hung up the call, then quickly stood from the couch, put some shoes on, grabbed my car keys, and left. I hopped into my car, and started to drive around in search for the café in which Rose would be waiting for me.
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I panicked once I saw his car pull up along the curb in front of where I had sat. I was afraid that he would be forceful and upset, like the way he had sounded over the phone. I watched the door open, and I felt uneasy as his feet stepped out and onto the ground, his left foot followed by his right. My face heated up as I made eye contact with him.
"Come on." He said, as he stuck his hand out and walked over to me. Once he neared where I was, I grabbed his hand and used it to pull myself up. Keeping hold of his hand, I used my free one to fix my skirt and brush off whatever dirt or things of that sort I could have collected from being seated on ground.
Harry let go of my hand, however wrapped his arm across my shoulders as he led me to the passenger side of his car. I waited silently as he opened the door for me, then I allowed him to help me in. I knew that he was able to see up my skirt, but that wasn't my biggest concern in the moment. At least I was wearing cute underwear.
Harry had shut my door as I buckled myself in, then climbed into the driver's side of the car. I was thankful for the sound of the engine to break the awkward silence as Harry put the key in the ignition and began driving.
"You know you really scared not only me but your mother as well tonight." He spoke up.
"I'm sorry." I mumbled, my voice sincerely apologetic. I really did feel bad. I didn't know what got into my head to just leave like that without telling anyone.
"Sorry doesn't cut it." He replied, then sucked in a harsh breath. "You're just really lucky that skirt of yours has me turned on. Otherwise your pretty little arse would be nearly purple just from my bare hand."
I couldn't help but turn a bright shade of red. It seemed as though no matter what mood I was in, his words could always make me blush.
I snuck a glance at the bulge in his sweatpants, remembering that when he's turned on the bulge gets bigger and hard. I remembered what he once said, and I was nervous that it would become a reality. "Wear something like this again, your mouth will be feeling how hard I am next time, princess."
Just peaking at the bulge and reminiscing on the time he made me feel him made me blush even harder. I felt a tingling sensation in my feminine region, and it felt more and more wet as I thought about Harry's bulge and how turned on he was. And it all made sense. Maybe that's what his dumb little remarks were hinting at: that wet feeling that I get when I'm turned on. I clenched my thighs together in attempt to suppress the feeling, but Harry's free hand grabbed ahold of one of my thighs, noticing just what I was doing.
"Mm, baby. What's wrong?" I snapped out of my train of thought and glanced out the window, realizing we were pulling into the driveway. I looked at Harry for a short moment, but once we made eye contact, I looked away and stared down at his hand on my thigh.
"N-nothing." I stammered, placing my hand on top of his just to be sure that he wouldn't move it up any further than it already was.
He parked the car and turned it off, then stared at me. My face was probably flushed more pink than ever before.
He removed his hand from my thigh to push down the button to my seat belt buckle, then removed the belt from around my body. He grabbed my arm and tugged me towards him, suggesting that I get on his lap. I helped him and climbed up onto my seat, then shifted over into his seat and onto his lap, my legs straddling his waist.
I attempted to sit myself on his lap but my bottom pressed against the steering wheel, and the loud, obnoxious sound of the car horn erupted through the quiet neighborhood.
I quickly moved away from the steering wheel, which only caused my body to be a bit too closely pressed up against Harry's. He may have been enjoying the moment, but I was beyond embarrassed.
"That's it. Let's go inside, baby." He suggested, then opened the door to the driver's side. I scurried out of the car, and rushed to the front door, but it was locked so I couldn't go straight inside.
I waited impatiently for Harry to unlock the door, and I turned the knob before he could get to it, then sped inside. I plopped myself down onto the living room couch, and snuggled up into one of Harry's blankets that he had left there.
He followed me to the couch, and leaned down in front of me.
"You're fine. Don't be so embarrassed." He whispered.
He planted a kiss onto my forehead before taking a seat beside me on the couch. With a press of the power button on the remote, the tv flickered on, and the sound of some show filled the silence of the living room. He handed the remote over to me so I could pick something to watch, and I started to search through the channels for something interesting.
"I've got to call your mother. Behave." He told me as he stood from the couch and pulled his phone from his pocket. I watched as he dialed her number, then pressed the phone to his ear. I acted like my focus was on the tv, but in reality I was listening in onto his side of the call.
"Hello.
Yeah she's here.
She's fine.
Oh, no worries. I will.
Got it.
Mhm, good luck.
Bye." He then shut off his phone, slid it back into his pocket, and made his way back over to me. I glared at him as he neared me and sat back down next to me.
"What's wrong?" He asked me, referring to the way I had been staring at him.
"Nothing." I told him, then grabbed onto his arm and cuddled against him. I rested my head on his shoulder, and I fixed the blanket so it was partly on him as well.
He grabbed a hold of my legs and placed them across his lap. His hands rubbed up and down them, massaging my calves and my feet. I rested peacefully against him, my eyes closed. I didn't mean to do more than just rest, but I slowly found myself drifting into a slumber. I did nothing in that moment to keep myself awake; I found it rather comforting to fall asleep beside Harry. Before I knew it, I was just a main character in the little picture book we call dreams.
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A/N
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First, I'd like to thank you all for 1k votes!
Second, I'd like to apologize for the delay in updates. I know I promised to get back on track but it's honestly really hard to come up with something and perfect it in just a week or two. But hopefully I can start updating sooner. I really would love to have a few chapters prewritten for weekly updates or something. I don't know.
All I can tell you is this book is nowhere near being finished so you have a lot to look forward to! (:
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QUESTION OF THE CHAPTER!
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Q: Hobbies?
A: Music is a big part of my life. I enjoy listening, as well as creating music on my own. I play flute and participate in the marching band. On the off-season, I also am a part of stage crew for the school musicals. And obviously, I enjoy writing, as well as a little known fact being I'm pretty artistic.
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