#blubbers

You clutched your books to your chest, as more people filled up the elevator. You had quite alot of things in your hands as final seasons are next week, you could imagine how ridiculous you look right now.

"Do you need help?" A man with blue eyes and blonde hair smiles charmingly at you while your eyes widened.

You didn't like it when men talked to you because most of them made you feel uncomfortable, and Harry was a jealous person so he didn't appreciate it either. "No, thank you."

"Oh come on, I'll guide you to your office. What'd you say?" He winks at you and you back up in the corner.

You didn't know why but you just get a feeling of people, which is probably why you act differently towards each people. "No, it's fine."

He rolled his eyes, ignoring your request and grabbing the books from your grasp, his hands brushing over your clothed chest. Your skin crawled but he didn't seem to mind as he stood next to you, his arms brushing over your hip.

You eventually reached Harry's floor which is the top, "Why are we at Mr. Styles' floor?" He asks putting his hands on your lower back.

You pried his hands from you, but he didn't seem to budge and only gripped you tighter. "Um.. I'm his assistant..?"

"That's in—"

"Liam where the fuck is y/n—" Harry shouts storming out the door with a bang. He stops in his tracks when he saw you exiting the elevator.

"Harry." you whisper, when you saw his eyes focus on the hand at your lower back, almost touching your butt.

"Get out." Harry rasps and your heart drops. You take the books from the unnamed man's hands as you scurry to the elevator.

"No. Not you y/n, Liam get her bag and books, she might fucking break her back from how heavy that shit is." Liam nods walking towards you as Harry snaps his attention to the man. "You with the mayonnaise hair, get out."

He only furrows his eyebrows, "Wha—"

"Get. Out." Harry fumes while he nods, squeezing your shoulder in goodbye.

You saw Harry take a deep inhale at the action, his knuckles turning white from the tight fist. You thanked God that it was only Liam and Louis— his actual assistants— that has their office up here.

Harry storms back to his office, you mouthed thank you at Liam and he gave you thumbs up as you followed Harry to his office.

You closed the door behind you, as you saw him chugging a beer bottle. You walked closer to him seeing his usual "bitch" face.

You cupped his face, brushing your thumb on his prominent cheekbone. "Breathe H." you told him softly. He looked at you dead in eye following your instructions, breathing in and out.

Your other hand took the beer bottle from him gently. "Why was he touching you?"

"I... I don't know. I tried to take his hand away but he didn't... want to." You explained. You learned that whenever you and Harry are having a misunderstanding, you should try to talk to him softly. As "tough and asshole-y" Harry is, he's the type of person that would cry whenever you would just so much raise your voice at him.

"Did he hurt you?" You shook your head no.

"Did he make you uncomfortable?"

"Everyone makes me uncomfortable H."

"I didn't ask that, y/n. Did he make you uncomfortable?" you nodded your head.

"Fucks sake. What is it with people these days." He shimmied put of your embrace grabbing the telephone.

"Liam, I don't want to see the 'Ken' looking bastard at my company again..... I don't care, get him the fuck out." he inhales sharply plopping down at his leather couch.

You felt awkward at the middle of the room and he seemed to notice so he gave you a tiny smile, "Come here."

You beamed at him plopping down next to him. You didn't get the chance to sit though as he grabbed your waist setting you down on his lap. You wrapped your arms around his neck as he hugged your waist to him burying his face at the curve if your throat.

"I'm sorry I shouted." He whispered at you pressing feather-like kissed on your throat.

"I'm sorry I let him touch me."

"It's not you fault he's a dickhead, baby."

"Is he a bigger dickhead than you though?" you wiggled your eyebrows at him.

"Hm no, I'm a godly level of dickhead-ness."

"Maybe I should go after him, I think dickhead men are my type."

"Is that so, baby?"

"Mhm... I'm sure my daddy wouldn't mind."

"If your daddy promised to take you out to McDonald's would he win you back?"

"Oh 100%! Have you seen how hot Ronaldo McDonaldo is?!" You watched as he threw his head back the room filled with his joyous cackled.

"Definitely big dick energy huh baby?"

"Duh! We already discussed about this daddy." You rolled your eyes at him but immediately regretted it when you felt a harsh pinch in your ass.

"What did Daddy tell you about rolling your eyes hm?"

"I'm sorry, Daddy."

"I'm sure you will be baby. Get up." He commanded while you obeyed.

AN: IDK if you consider this as smut but just wanted to remind you that there's spankings and hair pulling here so <33

He tugged your hand to his desk, immediately turning you over on his desk. He brought down the band of your scrubs pants, kneading your ass cheeks a little before smacking it with his bare hands.

"Count baby." He whispered to your ear, biting the earlobe.

"Fuck, One!" the brutal sensation of his large hands hitting your ass was far more enjoyable that one could imagine.

"Five daddy! Five!" this time he started sucking on the side of your neck, tounge dipping out to lick the bruise he formed.

"God." You threw your head back when you felt Harry start to rub circles on your clothed pussy.

"I said count y/n." He growled pulling your head back. You swear you could've had an orgasm right there.

"Eight! Daddy please please please..." you chanted.

"Such a whore for me, aren't you sweetheart?" He tugged on your hair more.

"Yes daddy." You moaned feeling his finger repeatedly pump in and out of you.

"Last number darling."

"Oh my god! 10!" Your eyes closed as you saw stars and your thoughts getting clouded by nothing but Harry.

He turned you around, sitting you on his desk while he fixed your hair and wiped the tears on your eyes giving you a tiny kiss on the side of your head.

"Now come cuddle daddy  like the good girl you are." He pulled your arm to his now seated self.

You nodded and collapsed on top of him wrapping your arms around his neck and waist while you slept peacefully on his shoulder.

~

That afternoon, you woke up to the typing of keys and the steady breathing of him.

He eventually got Liam to put your things on his desk so while he was doing his calls, you were sitting on his lap back to his chest and at the verge of having a mental breakdown about the final exam.

~

It was midnight when Harry finally finished work, and as promised you and Harry are going shopping but in usual Harry style he had to request his friend Zayn—the store owner—to rent the whole ass mall for the both of you since it was now midnight and no malls would've been available.

When he first did that you absolutely absurd—it still is—but now that you're used to it since it was fun making out in every corner without the fear of being caught.

"Bye Liam! Bye Louis!" You waved bye at them as Harry only nodded goodbye at them.

"Byeeee see you soon!" Liam shouts after you.

"Good luck with that beast!" Louis then shouts only making Harry roll his eyes.

"Did you just roll your eyes?" You smirked at him when you were at the elevator.

"Maybe." He shrugged.

"Maybe you deserve the spankings."

"It'd be a pleasure to get slapped by you." He murmured at you making you kick his feet while he crackles loudly.

You and Harry are now running around the mall like a bunch of animals out of their cage while Ed is trailing behind you carrying the shopping bags.

"H! You should try these clothes on! Come on." You clasped your hand with him tugging him to the other wing of Gucci.

Harry was being a pretentious motherfucker and didn't want to go to any other store that's not Gucci so you had to make do of the outfits in Gucci.

You showed him the suit, putting it over his crisp suit. "This would look good for your meeting tomorrow!" You exclaim at him.

"Don't you think it's a little too...shiny baby?"

"What's wrong with being shiny?"

"Well not every one has a good fashion taste like you." He says using his pointer finger to pinch your chin. You only blush kissing his cheek.

"Stop flattering me and just try this on mister." You playfully scold.

"Oohhh is this Ms. Y/N being a dominant?"

"No, this is Ms. Y/N telling you to expand your wardrobe so please."

After finally, being done with the shopping of Harry's endless collection of suits. Harry urged you to go to the VS store even thought your feet were killing you, you still obeyed.

"Don't pout at me baby, I've been waiting for this the whole day." He pecked your puckered lips, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your hair. "Now come on pretty girl."

It's now 2:30 am and after modelling a ridiculous amount of lingerie to Harry the both of you decided that it was time to go home.

You placed your feet on top of Harry's lap as you laid your head on his shoulder then wrapping your arms around his waist. "Thank you for today daddy."

"Hm... You're welcome baby." He kissed your temple, "Do you want to go to yours or my house?"

"I like your bed better." You say nuzzling closer to him.

"Do you want me to buy you the same comforter darling?"

"No thank you. I wouldn't use it that much anyways I always sleep at yours."

"I know, now go to bed angel."

"Thank you again daddy." that was the only conversation exchanged between you have finally slept.