"do you like her harry?"

"who?"

"angie, who else?"

"she's only 15 and 4 months"

to that lucinda raises her eyebrow at his odd specificity, practically confirming her guess at his feelings for her best friend.

" i think" he quips, shaking his head disapprovingly, hiding the tingling at the back of his neck, at the mention of his girl.

"you don't need to lie harry, i'm your sister"

"why do you ask?"

"you look at her like she's your entire world, and ever since she's been coming around your mood has just drastically improved."

"cindy lu, of course i don't like her she's just a little girl" he speaks, lying blatantly through his teeth.

although completely unaware of the wandering evangeline, waiting outside the front door, listening in to the entire conversation.

she was struck with a minuet wave of sadness and self-pity at the thought of her long-lasting crush thinking of her as a child, but she should've known better.

she was only fifteen.

but nevertheless, she decided it would be in her best interest to ignore harry until her undeniable feelings for him went away.

and with that, she raised a quivering fist to the steady door.

"oh angie! i was just waiting for you, you aren't going to believe who asked me for your number. lucinda's words slip past her thin purses lips as she grasps onto evangeline's upper arm, yanking her through the doorway.

upon entering, evangeline finds her gaze catching on the all too familiar, harry edward styles. he coyly raises a hand in greeting to the beautiful girl before him.

"hello evange-" he stops speaking when he notices her turn away from him, ignoring his presence.

"tell me more about this boy who asked for my number, cindy" she confidently responds to her best friend.

harry feels his chest tighten at the mention of princess, talking to other boys. his fist automatically clench and he grows angrier every second they mention the elusive boy.

"hang on a sec, ange, i have to go pee" lucinda chimes skipping off to the upstairs bathroom, knowing her it would take a good twenty minutes before she returned, her bladder was never the best.

as soon as lucinda leave the room, evangeline focuses herself on trying to ignore harry and count down the seconds.

"angel, i will not stand for you ignoring me, come sit down." his voice slowly radiates throughout the room.

"why should i do anything you say? after all i'm only a little girl to you, so it shouldn't matter." she meekly tries to stand up to him.

"now" he sternly responds, the air in the room grows thick with tension.

she turns and her head hangs lowly upon her shoulders as she walks over him in.

evangeline perches herself on the stool opposite to him, looking up at him expectantly.

"no, here" harry speaks gesturing to his lap, she looks for signs of amusement in his sea foam irises but only comes up with complete and utter sincerity.

she, ever so slowly, walks around the kitchen island, then waits for him to help her up into his lap, which he does easily.

once in his lap, she wriggles trying to get comfortable, completely unaware of harry's internal struggle to not show his arousal.

"evangeline, you are so much more than just a little girl to me."

"but i heard you tell cindy that."

"i just don't want her to forbid me from seeing you."

"why would she forbid you from seeing me?"

"if only i could tell you what my mind thinks of when you walk into the room with your skirt so high up your gorgeous thighs, i can see your pretty thong when you bend over." at his words evangeline finds herself dampening slightly.

"if only, angel, i could tell you what i dream of doing to you when i see your innocent eyes gaze up at me"

"why can't you tell me, h?" she whispers

he gazes into her eyes with such a burning flame of desire she finds herself caught in his devilish eyesight.

"i wouldn't want to corrupt you, my darling"

evangeline moves her lips to his ear as she whispers "show me then, daddy"

at that point she is fully knowledgeable of his hard length pressing into the backs of her thighs as she rests upon his lap.

"baby, don't call me that."

"don't you like it?" she frowns

"i fucking love it, but whenever you say things like that it makes me want to bend you over my knee and show you what a naughty girl you are"

"punish me daddy" she grins cheekily at him, a light flush very evident upon her cheeks.

sadly the moment is disrupted but lucinda's cries from the upstairs bathroom.

"angieeeeeeee, i need your help, i can't seem to pop my spot!"

"duty calls, daddyo, maybe you can enlighten me some time soon." she winks skipping up the staircase and to her best friends aid.

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