Novel & Cerita But Daddy I Love Him Harry Styles

"Whether he mistreats her or not isn't proven by what he says. It's proven by what he has done over the last five years." That person froze. The entire office fell dead silent. The teacher looked at me as if she wanted to ask me something, but she ultimately kept it to herself and placed my withdrawal application at the corner of her desk. I turned on my heel and left the office. The school corridor stretched out ahead of me. Sunlight streamed in through the windows, creating a checkered pattern of light and dark across the linoleum floor. When I walked past the Wall of Fame, I caught the photograph prominently displayed in the center. My father, Ian Smith, stood to one side while his stepso

God, I'm such an idiot. “I call him Babe.” My dad’s jaw drops. “Babe?” I bite the inside of my cheek. “That’s his name. I mean, that’s what I call him.” “Are you out of your mind? What’s his real name?” Fuck! “He...” I stammer. “He’s very private.” Dad’s face hardens. “So private that his girlfriend doesn't even know his name?” “He doesn't like publicity.” “Enough!” my dad slams a hand on the living room table, making everyone jump.

“Did you miss me, Mandy?” I nod emphatically. “You know I did.” “Well, there’s your answer then.” He smiles. “I crush this garlic, right?” Sarah asks, holding up a clove. “Yup,” I tell her. “Mash it right up!” Despite his long-sleeve Henley that he’s wearing, Daddy does look like he hasn’t been skipping out on going to the gym while I’ve been gone. I always wondered how the other guys at his firm felt working alongside him, considering he looks like a former football star turned lawyer.

He drove us home. He dropped me onto the bed. A wide grin appeared across his lips. He quickly undressed himself, I watched as his dick fell out of his underwear. That big guy was making me smile in my head. " You did a great job by making sure we weren't caught." He breathed, Crawling into the bed, he leaned forward landing his soft lips against mine. I felt a tiny shock wave rushed down my spine, a wave of adrenaline surged through me. "Appreciate me, daddy." I moaned, breaking the kiss.

“Daddy, did you watch the game? Did you see Atlas and Cody and the guys?” “We did indeed, Honey. That man is a legend. He’s got one hell of a game going on there. I am so proud of him as if he were my own son. Sure, are going to shake those Dallas cowboys up good and proper.” That makes me chuckle. That’s for real. They need themselves sorting out some.

“What have you done with Fiona?!” “Harry, listen to me—” I tried to speak, but he shook me harder. “You bastard! After everything, you still dragged her into your mess! If anything happens to her, I swear I’ll kill you with my bare hands!” “Come on buddy,” “Don't you dare call me buddy, I am not your fucking BUDDY!” he yelled at the end of his words—body trembling against mine. “This is no time to fight Harry. Listen to what I have to say, it's important, it's about your daughter.”

The one you loved so much. She had never responded. Not once. One simple reply could have brightened his day. One kind word could have given him hope. But she had given him nothing. Her hands shook as she began typing a response to his last message. 'I'm sorry, Dad. I love you, Dad.'

I replied honestly. We drank for a while without talking about anything important. The music was loud and the dancers were skilled and the club smelled like sweat and perfume and power. Arielle leaned forward occasionally to watch a move she liked and my father watched her watch with that soft look he always had now. It still surprised me sometimes how deeply he loved her. It made what I needed to say harder. When I finally spoke his name my voice sounded steadier than I felt. “Dad.” He turned to me immediately all alert. “Yes.”

Dolly leaned over to him and peek his cheek, “Do not worry, I will talk to mummy.” “No, I don't want that, instead, I want something else from you,” Taylor pouted his lips. “Hmm, and what is that if I may ask?” Dolly asked him and Taylor leaned over to her ear and whispered. “What!” Her eyes widened shockingly, “You want me to take you to your daddy?” Meanwhile, in the living room... Harry was playing with Natasha jovially, while Scarlet was watching them blankly because her mind was worrying about Taylor. It was evident that her son feels detestation toward Harry, and hates him so damn much.

However, Harry vigorously shakes his head. "Harry really just loves you, daddy." Harry said, resting his head on his father's shoulder. "Really? You know daddy loves you too, right?" Ray whispered, caressing Harry's back. "I love you more than anything in this world." He said, embracing his son in his arms. He could stay like this forever, feeling contented and happy having his son in his arms. Harry suddenly moved away, taking a sit on his lap as he went back to hugging him.