But Daddy I Love Him Harry Styles Novels & Stories

I smile as I look at him. “Hey, you had a good day?” I ask, and he is covered in grease and oil. “Yeah, been working on my bike. I think your parents want to see you.” He says, and I look around his large frame and see them watching us. Momma has a knowing smirk on her face and dad’s well. They both narrow their eyes at me. Harry is making kissy faces at me. Asshole. “Harmony, get your butt in the office.” My dad says and I nod my head and give Mav a quick kiss and walk towards the office. As I pass Harry, he whispers.

Of course I expected the question, I knew he was going to ask things like this, what didn't cross my mind was the fact that he would ask it this soon. I forced a smile that I prayed didn’t look as brittle as it felt. “Why would you ask that, sweetheart?” He shrugged, fiddling with the petals of the flower still clutched in his hand. “Because I like him. I mean, I love you, Mom. You’re the best. But… Dad makes me laugh, and he knows how to fix things. The other day, when I got stuck on that game, he helped me in like, two seconds! It just feels… nice. Harry stays with his parents, I just want to stay with you two also.”

I don't even know what to do anymore. Seeing that the tension isn't going anywhere, Alpha Caden drummed his fingers on his desk, earning my father's attention, then my mom's. I don't have to look up to know he was staring at me with those inscrutable eyes. I hate him. I hate him. I loathe him. I despise him. I abhor him so much I can't breathe. Why is he doing this? "This is not the reason why I called you here, Henry," he said slowly, his attention leaving me for a split second to my father's. I could feel the weight in the room multiplying.

I asked him with furrowed brows but he just glares at me as if he can't believe I was asking him a question. "Are you fucking high? Put it on your empty brain." Harry replied with a taunting voice and then he suddenly kneels on the ground, he opens the band-aid and put it on my knee. I gasped when I noticed the wounds on my knee, I almost forgot about it. "Thank you," I said shyly. "Tsk!" He replied before standing up and then he starts walking away from me, I couldn’t help but frown staring at him walking down the street.

He asked with a smile. Is it really necessary for me to have a body guard?Do you have enemies? I asked him. Aren't you afraid that you will be in danger as you are with me? He questioned back instead of answering. Nop for as long as am with you am not afraid of anything. I replied firmly my eyes never leaving his. Oh baby why are you so cutie! He engulfed me in another hug. One thing l noticed abiut my darling daddy is that he is a great hugger. His chest warm and makes me feel secure.

They hold me through it, murmuring soft praise, stroking my hair, reminding me again and again that I am safe and wanted and theirs. Afterward I lie between them, listening to their hearts and the distant waves. Caspian’s hand rests protectively over my stomach. Zavian’s forehead is pressed to my shoulder. The future stretches out in front of us, nursery plans, doctor visits, quiet mornings in the sunroom, nights like this one. Ordinary and extraordinary at the same time. I close my eyes and let the truth of it fill me completely. I have never felt so loved. And for the first time, I believe it will not be taken away.

POV: Mrs. De Montclair. I watched my son from the doorway of the dining room. He sits at the long mahogany table, just there, he does not touch his steak as he stares at the wall but his fingers tap a slow, nervous beat against his crystal water glass. He is thinking about her again, I told myself as I feel a sharp pinch of anger in my chest. For a month, he has looked like a ghost, searching the rooms and questioning the maids. He is clearly looking for Nadia.

he growled, his deep voice thick with raw desire. ‎His hands traced the exposed skin of my back, pulling my hips flush against his thighs. He captured my mouth in a deep, possessesive kiss, his tongue claiming mine while his lips trailed down my jawline to my chest. ‎"Did you pick this dress on purpose just to drive me insane?" he rasped against my flushed skin. ‎"I've been waiting for you to get me alone all night, Daddy," I whimpered. ‎Charles hitched my dress straight up over my bare hips, his broad palm brushing against hips before two of his thick fingers slid straight into my soaking entrance. He thrust them deep, setting a slow sweet pace while his mouth devoured mine.

There is nothing else I can do but swallow my pride, forgive what happened and be with that pig of a man. ‘You already love him, and you feel his absence as strongly as Harry does.’ ‘You don’t need to rub it in, Valsara.’ My wolf chuckles inside my head. I ignore her and reach my son’s room. My heart sinks when I see him sitting up in bed, sobs wracking his little body. “It’s okay, baby,” I lift Harry into my arms and sit down with him on his bed. Harry sniffs. “I want Daddy.” I close my eyes and sigh. I’m tired of correcting Harry on the Daddy front; it gets me nowhere.

He explained, his words coming out softly but Adrian frowned, turning to look at Tony. “No Daddy Tony?” He asked, turning his face to his mother and Harriett nodded. “Yes, love. No daddy Tony. This is your daddy.” She said and a smile appeared on his face as he squealed and wrapped his arms around Damien’s head. “Daddy!” He repeated over and over again and Damien shut his eyes, overwhelmed with happiness. All he wanted was to be loved by his children but when Addison refused to come to him, he thought it would be same for Adrian but it seemed that luck was on his side.