DADDY

Chapter 2

Emma

He was leaving as I walked him to the door.

"Bye." I blurted but was stopped.

"Emma be nice." Harry only chuckled.

"She's fine. Teenagers. Oh um before I leave, I have a job for you if you're up for it." I narrowed my eyes in curiosity.

"Is it paid?" He nodded making me say yes instantly.

"Good, I need a babysitter on Saturdays and sundays." Are you f*****g shitting me? How can I take care of a baby if I can't even take care of myself?

"He's four years old, his name is Tyler." Oh, at least he's not two or eight. Can't be too hard.

"Okay yeah I'll be there." He gave me his address and his number since I'll need to call him or whatever. I ran back up to my room to shower to get ready for tonight. I had other plans to do other than... homework. I got pulled out of school because I was never there and now I'm being homeschooled for my senior year of high school. I'm so stoked. All my friends get to be together and I only get to them on the weekends when we are all drunk. I guess they really aren't my friends but people I party with.

My parents looked to me.

"What?" Seriously they are so far up my ass, it's annoying.

"He's only trying to help." He's only do it because he's getting paid. My parents are paying him a lot, I'm sure of it. He's got better things to do then help me get my grades up. I can do it myself. I'm grown...ish.

I heard back to my room.

"Emma, don't forget your homework." I closed my door ignoring her and headed to my bathroom. While I got the shower ready, I got what I was going to wear. A red and black flannel printed skirt that had a zipper down the middle, along with a pair of heeled booties, and a white cropped top. The water was hot against my skin as I scrubbed and shaved.

Getting out and getting dressed quickly, I snuck out the house. Kind of hard in heels and a skirt but I did. I park my car on the side of the street and not the driveway so my parents don't know when I've left or come back.

Speeding off down the road, I made it to the party. We call it our back to school bash, really just an excuse to throw a party. Now I can relax. Shoving people out of my way, I grabbed the bottle of tequila. A very stereotypical alcoholic beverage you find at a teenage party.

"Hey that was mine." A girl I know as Liz said but I kindly flipped her off and told her to f**k off. I have gotten in fights with her and won and she still trying to pick fights with me. Do I have to beat your ass again???

I'm kind of a b***h in these parts of town. My parents hate to say it but, they are embarrassed by me. I'm not an i***t. I'd be too if I was my own kid. I opened the bottle and guzzled it down and let myself go. My time to get away from life. I mostly drink my days away. I drink to forget but I always remember. It's very backwards but I still drink because then, I forget how to feel.

As the night went on, I forgot what it was like to see or walk properly so I took off my heels and knew that I was in no way in condition to drive. I'll just come back here or crash. I left alone thank god and started down the road. I mean to me drinking was better than... relapse to pills and self harm. It's the same thing but I just never saw myself down hill with alcohol... yet.

My feet hurt a lot and I couldn't f*****g see straight and that was really annoying me. I groaned in annoyance not really sure where I was or where I was headed. I just need to get home and needed fresh air. Maybe if I called a sober friend, they could give me a ride home. I pulled my phone out and squinted at the screen. Yup, I am f****d up, I am gone. Plopping down on the curb, I let my head fall to my knees. I felt like I was gonna throw up. Going out was a mistake. I should've stayed home and did my stupid math homework. You know why is math the only homework? Better question, why does math give homework? Not like I'll get what's going when I get home. Teacher logic, I don't understand that either.

"Need a lift?" My head shot up to make sure I was just hearing things but to my dismay, I wasn't. There he was, Professor Styles. I didn't say anything to him, just stared blankly at him. Why is he out at two AM? I have one of two reasons: he was out cheating if he has a wife, or he's a drug dealer. Those were my opinions.

"Did you hear me?" I just stared. I know he will drive me home so I stayed put and didn't say anything. The assfulat became more interesting to look at as the ants crawled up and down the cracks. I heard the doors unlock and a door open. I sighed and debated on getting in with him. Technically, he is still a stranger and stranger danger isn't good. To spite him, I got up and walked further down the road and sat down again. His truck drove slowly to get to me again and I moved once more.

"Emma you're drunk and alone. It's either me or your mum." He had a good point but this is how I was gonna spend my drunk free time. I still wasn't speaking to him, mostly because my speech was beyond slurred, I didn't feel like talking because of it, and three, I'm testing his limits.

"Please Emma. I'd hate to see someone else pick you up." I got up and slowly got in. I'm only doing this to shut him up. His attire was completely different from what I saw him today... or yesterday or whatever. Instead of a black suit, he wore black skinny jeans, black boots with a white button down, with at least three or four buttons undone. I could see his tanned skin that was stained with tattoos. He cleared his throat making me look at his green eyes. Dreamy eyes honestly. I need to calm down, I am drunk and my inhibitions are gone. But i didn't think a man in his thirties could look so... so... so hot. Am I weird to think that? I can't be the only one who thinks he's hot.

"I'm not taking you home." That surprised me more than anything. I looked at him with wide eyes and lifted eyebrows. I'm shocked, really I am.

"Why?" I finally spoke but my voice was horse and raw. He only looked over at me and smirked. I'm gonna get raped. I just know it.

"Relax I'm not gonna kill you Emma, you need water and to rest."

Oh thank the heavens. I'll live. The rest of the ride was silent as he pulled into a two story house. He got out and went to my side and pulled the door open. I stepped out slowly but with his help and hung on to him for my balance was out of the question. He dug in his pocket for his house key and unlocked the door. I took a step and slipped making him catch me. His arm hooked under my legs and lifted me up.

"I gotcha." I could feel his biceps. He's strong making him even hotter. My head on his shoulder breathing heavy on him. He huffed as I saw goosebumps rise. A giggle left my lips. Is he seriously turned on by me breathing on his neck?

"Professor Styles are you cold?" He grunted before opening a door.

"No." His voice was strained a little.

"Then why do you have goosebumps?" I wanted to hear him say it. God I hate who I am while drunk because I am different every time. I could happy, sad, angry, laughing, or horny. I was all tonight.

"Because you are breathing on my neck." I sighed as he closed the door and looked to my eyes. God his eyes up close was a true turn on alone. Like I said, big d**k energy. My head back to his shoulder and I purposely breathed on his neck making a low growl leave his lips.

"Emma I need to get to bed." Mhmm sure. He placed me on the bed before he rummaged through a closet and pulled out a shirt.

"Here." He handed me a pair of boxers and a black t-shirt. I took it and thanked him quietly. He looked to me once more.

"Do you need help." His voice was shaky like he shouldn't be asking me.

"No." I said while trying to undo this stupid zipper. I am stubborn and I hate to admit when I need help or when I am wrong.

"Here." He stepped closer and I felt his hands to my zipper. The zipper is in the front. He pulled it down letting it open and fall. His breath was heavy now. His eyes still on mine. Is it bad I want to f**k him, f**k him hard? I'm still a virgin but is it bad?

"My shirt." I tested. His hands to the hem of my shirt, I lifted my arms up and let him take off my shirt. I'd be lying if I said I wasn't horny.

I turned around for him.

"Fuck." He said oh so quietly. I felt his hands slither up my back to my bra clip and unhook it with one hand. It slipped off and I let it fall to the ground. I turned around to face him but his eyes stayed on mine. I didn't care really. My eyes to his exposed chest and stomach make my skin tingle. My eyes dropped lower to see he had a tent him jeans. I took in my lower lip at the sight.

"Good night... Emma." He had the shirt in his hands and I took it. Slipping it on, he raked his eyes along my now covered body.

"Good night Harry." He turned away quickly and left the room. I got in the bed and turned off the lamp and s**t my eyes falling asleep fairly quickly.