Play Date // h.s. (REVISING)

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As soon as Harry and I arrived home, I ran straight up to my room. I was feeling upset and I felt like I would be betrayed by my own friends if Harry kept it up. Holding Harry's hand was really exciting at first, but having my friend see us together made me realize how unusual it was.

I closed my bedroom door and locked it, and I sat myself down on my bed. I grabbed my phone from my bed side table, thinking of whether or not I should text my mom about the situation. I thought about whether or not it was a good idea to text her, and whether or not the reason was a legitimate reason. I thought about how she would reply, and what she would think of Harry after she finds out.

After a short moment of thinking, I decided not to text her. The situation was small and it wasn't worth worrying my mom over. I knew that as soon as she'd see that I texted her, she would begin to stress herself out, and I didn't want to be the reason her trip is ruined.

And even though Harry scared me at times and made me do things I was somewhat not okay with, he was still a really good babysitter. I was able to bond with him at times, and I knew I shouldn't be complaining, because an older guy than him would be much worse. But I wouldn't deny the fact that I still hadn't wanted to be around him at that very moment.

"Rose!" Harry called out from the other side of the door. "We need to talk!"

I heard him wiggle the door knob, but realizing it was locked, he stopped. Instead he pounded on the door a few times.

"I don't wanna talk!" I yelled back, even though I knew he would make me. He would threaten me and scare me, and he would force me to open the door. He would threaten to punish me until I'm too afraid to function.

"Unlock the door!" He demanded, but I remained seated on my bed. I didn't want to see him at all. And then just as I had predicted, he started with the threats. "Rose, I will tell your mother!"

"Stop threatening to tell my mother! You scare me enough as it is! You don't need her help!" I yelled back, letting anything slip out of my mouth. I said what was on my mind, and I was careless of the outcome.

I was angry and I was afraid that Harry was angry too. I said anything that I thought would get him to leave me alone, despite how much trouble it would get me in.

"Rose..." I heard him say, but his voice was much more quiet now.  "Please unlock the door for me."

He sounded so defeated, and it was all my fault. I was starting to push my babysitter away, all because of my own fears. I wasn't even afraid of him all that much, I was afraid of what the public would think of him. I was afraid of the control he had over me.

Soon he would be punishing me and pushing me around like I was his own daughter. He would make me do things I didn't want to and I would obey him because I feel like I'm on cloud nine whenever I'm around him. It made me realize how much I really didn't want him to be angry.

I wanted him to be happy with me and treat me as if I were his daughter and like I meant everything to him.

I wanted him to respect me and my feelings. I wanted him to comfort me when I'm sad. I wanted him to treat and praise me when I'm good. I wanted him to correct me when I'm wrong.

I had to unlock the door. I didn't want him upset with me. I had to let him in, and I had to hug him and tell him I was sorry. Though I knew it would be awkward, I had to let him in.

I walked over to the door and unlocked it, then pulled it open. Harry was standing on the other side, a straight look on his face. I stood there for a moment, fearful that maybe he was angry.

The straight look on his face and the dull color in his eyes made me worry more than I thought possible.

But he wrapped his arms around my small form fast and unexpectedly. It took a moment for me to snap back into reality and hug him back, but I did without a doubt.

He lifted me from the ground without any struggle, due to how much smaller I was compared to him, and I wrapped my legs around his waist.

I felt tears pricking at my eyes due to previous frusration and stress as I buried my face in the crook of his neck.

"I'm sorry." I apologized, only asking for forgiveness by now, although the hug told me that I was already forgiven.

"No, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to scare you." He said, using one arm to hold me up and the other to rub circles on my back.

I felt the same tingling sensation as when he kissed me on the forehead, and I oddly wanted more.

"I didn't mean to say you scare me." I admitted to him. "I like you. I really do. My mom made a good choice."

Harry set me back down onto the floor, looking me in the eyes. "You're so cute, love." He said, his long fingers brushing up against my reddened cheeks. I simply smiled, not knowing exactly what to say.

My fingers were interlocked behind my back, and I felt weak at the knees. Harry's hand cupped my face and his eyes glared into mine. His free hand travelled down to my hip, slipping under my shirt and rubbing small circles with his thumb.

"You're a beautiful little girl." He said to me, his voice soft in almost a whisper.

It was soothing, hearing his voice at such low volume and so calm. I felt like a melting popsicle on a hot summer day, all because of Harry's words and the large hand that cupped my small, pink flushed face while the other held onto my waist.

The hand on my face relocated to my chin, and he brought my face closer to his. His plump lips planted wet kisses on my forehead, then on my cheek, then on the corner of my mouth.

Everything felt so wrong, but it was all so right.

"Harry..." I whispered, just as he was about to plant another kiss, but this time upon my lips.

He hushed me, bringing a finger up to my lips, which were eager to feel his against mine. I had never kissed a guy before, and I was waiting impatiently to feel Harry's soft lips against my own.

"Please, call me daddy."

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AHHHH THIS CHAPTER
THE FEELS
DADDY
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