I woke up Friday morning with a pounding headache. The Advil that Harry got me helped a lot. It's strange to think that someone you know nothing about can be so thoughtful. My phone buzzes on my dresser and I'm kinda hoping its Harry.

I'm disappointed when I read the name across my screen. What could she possibly want.

: Ry we need to talk. I'm so sorry I didn't think this whole joke through. It was stupid I know.

Yes it was stupid and you're stupid. Thinking of Harry almost made me forget what happened last night. But, Emma had to ruin that. Maybe I'll text Harry first this time..

: thanks for everything last night.

: no problem. Ready for the concert tonight?

Holy shit! That's tonight. Oh my God it's Friday. I'm going to see my favorite people on Earth tonight. Will I see Harry? Not Harry Styles.. I mean mystery Harry. Should I be nervous or excited? What am I gonna wear?

: yes. I'm so excited. How am I gonna repay you for this?

: Oh darling I've got a few things in mind (;

Oh my.

: like?

: well I guess you'll have to find out

: will I see you tonight?

: yes.

I'm getting even more nervous. I really hope Harry isn't some old man perv... That reminds me. I never really asked how old he was. I guess It just slipped my mind.

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The last I texted Harry was three hours ago. My nerves have turned into fears. What if going to this concert isn't such a good idea after all. I mean of course I'm going who would pass on a front row One Direction ticket. You would be crazy if you declined that. But is it really worth risking my life for? For all I know this Harry guy could be some rapist serial killer. I can't let that thought ruin my night.

It's settled I'm going. And I'm not gonna let this Harry guy ruin my night. I jump off my sofa and head to my room to get ready. There's 4 hours until the concert starts and I wanna get there at least 2 hours early, if not earlier. The stadium is only 20 minuets away, but the traffic probably sucks so I'll leave in an hour.

What do I wear? I wanna look hot. No I wanna look sexy. What am I saying I'm not trying to impress anyone. The thought of the black lingerie Harry bought me crosses my mind. Am I really gonna wear it? I'm getting sick and tired of asking myself so many questions. I feel my phone go off in my pocket seeing a message from Harry.

: Hope my baby girl didn't forget what daddy wanted her to wear tonight.

Just the use of those words has my lower region aching in pleasure.

: Yes daddy, I didn't forget.

: fantastic. What are you doing right now?

: Getting ready for the concert. What about you?

: Same actually. I'm about to go workout before the show. But I can't stop thinking about you. The way your body will react to my touch. My breath on your skin causing goosebumps to rise. The way you'll look so effortlessly beautiful in the black laced lingerie. The way you'll be moaning my name as I fuck you so hard that you won't be able to walk next morning.

I bite my lip as I read his dirty words. The effect this man has on me is unbelievable. I don't even have to be in his presence and he has me soaking. I feel my hands travel down my body.

: Touch yourself baby. Touch yourself for daddy.

I slip one finger inside my entrance moaning quietly at the pleasure.

: Daddy please, I want you. I want to feel your tongue run along my body. I want to feel your tongue inside of me making my back arch and toes curl.

: Fuck Rion. I need you. I want to taste you. I bet you taste so sweet, so pure, so innocent.

Innocent. That word. It's all so true. I'm innocent. I'm probably too innocent. I've never done anything before. I mean sure I've kissed a boy.. But only once. Shit I'm nervous. I don't even know how to respond I'm that innocent.

: I want to taste you too. I want the feeling of your warm moist come on the tip of my tongue.

: Rion, we need to stop; you're giving me a hard on in the middle of working out. Finish getting ready and I'll see you soon baby.

Did I really? Does he really want me like that? Do I really want him like that? I think so. God I gotta stop asking myself all these questions. I just need to relax and stop being so tense.

: oh and baby, wear a white shirt. xx