†Please Daddy...

I try to imagine a better time when I wasn't so tied up in Harry's world. A time when I was somewhat a better person and someone who didn't take shit from anyone but here I am, dwelling on Harry Styles someone who makes me feel nothing but angry and disgusted with myself.

"Harry, when is this going to stop? " I asked packing my gear up, Harry turned to me with a confused look on his face, "Stop what? There's nothing to stop, " I shook my head knowing he was fucking around with me. "The sex, everything. You're messing with me and you know it, I'm not your play toy," I felt the tears welling up in my eyes, he was silent and I knew I wouldn't get a reply out of him.

"That's all you are, a play toy. A fuck buddy, daddy's little slut," he walked towards me, his breath hot on my face and his eyes staring into my own, I couldn't move, my body under his spell. His hand trailed my face making their way to the back of my head. His hand twirled my hair into his fist and yanked my head back, his tongue slid along my neck and his lips pressed on my ear "you and I both know you can't resist me."
He let go of me and walked out of the room. My heart was beating a hundred miles an hour. My breath was catching up with me. My mind in a jumble. I knew I couldn't escape harry.

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