warning: smut ;)

"I'm over it, Dad." I shouted, slamming my trunk closed. "Look I am sorry that Mom died, you're not the only one that lost someone okay! But I am not responsible for you and your actions. You don't want me to leave? Maybe you should've thought about that before you decided to treat me like garbage." I spat at him.

"Look at you, running away from your problems as always! You're just like your mother." He said, disgust mixed into his voice.

"Well I sure as hell would rather be exactly like mom than anything like you. I never want to see you again. Don't call me. Don't text me. Don't look for me. Goodbye Dad." I got into my car before he could say another word and drove off, last thing I saw was him yelling at me wildly from the rearview mirror.

I sat on the chair by the window in Harry's room, curled up in a ball, with a million thoughts on my mind. Harry was putting the kids to bed and I took this moment to get away from everything and process what happened earlier today.

It's been almost 4 years since I've seen my dad, the first time in 4 years that I've spoken to him. I wasn't sure what I was feeling, confused for sure. I groaned and tugged at my hair in frustration.

The door slowly opened and I shifted in my seat, sitting up slightly. Harry came in the room with two mugs in his hand and shut the door softly with his foot. He handed me one of the cups and kissed my forehead before taking a seat on the floor in front of me, leaning against the window.

"How do you feel?" Harry looked concerned, he held off on asking me about it all day, which I appreciate a lot. But I knew sooner or later we'd have to talk about it.

I gave him a small shrug and took a sip of the tea he made.

"To be honest? I'm frustrated." I huffed. "I was so set on not seeing him ever again, and what are the odds that I bump into him and his perfect little family at a grocery store." I rolled my eyes. There's another thing that I couldn't seem to get my mind off, he got remarried, he had a little daughter. I guess I never thought about my dad moving on and getting married after mom or even the thought of him having another child.

"I have a little sister." I laughed, "What even is my life right now?" I closed my eyes and pinched the bridge of my nose. I felt Harry's hand on my knee, rubbing it softly and giving it a small squeeze.

"I know it's a lot to take in, love." Harry scooted closer to the chair.

"He gave me his phone number.." I said softly, Harry's eyebrows perked at this.

"He did? Are you going to call him?" Harry asked, he placed his chin on my knee and looked up at me.

"I.. I want to say no. I want to be firm in my beliefs and say no." I furrowed my eyebrows.

"But... There's a part of you that does want to call him. You want to talk to him." Harry finished my thoughts, I nodded my head with a frown on my face.

"He doesn't deserve it though." I didn't want to give him another second of my time, after everything he put me through, he doesn't deserve to crawl his way back into my life.

"No. You're right, he doesn't deserve it." Harry agreed. "But maybe you do.. I think you deserve this closure." Harry said, I sighed knowing he has a point.

"I know he hurt you, Anastasia. And even though he's your father, I'm very wary of him, I don't 100% like the thought of you going out to see him or talk to him. But I think it would be good for you." Harry placed a kiss to my knee, he doesn't realize it but it's the little gestures like these that make my heart swell.

"Maybe you're right.." I sighed. "He looks different, you know." Harry nodded his head and gestured for me to keep talking. "He looks healthier, I can tell he's not on drugs anymore, his face is filled out, he's not boney or pale. He looked healthy. Happy."

"Is that a good thing?" Harry asked, that again is something I didn't know how to answer.

"I guess. I'm glad he's not still drowning in drugs and alcohol." As much as it pains me to know that my dad is some generic happy dad, I'm glad he found a way to better himself, it just hurts that he couldn't get better for me.

"So you think you'll meet up with him?" Harry asked. I nodded my head.

"I think I will.. but I'd like you to be there with me." I said, Harry lifted his head with slightly wide eyes.

"A- Are you sure? This is something serious and personal, are you sure you want me to be there?" Harry furrowed his eyebrows. I nodded and bent down slightly, pressing my forehead onto his.

"Harry, you have been nothing but supportive for me since the day that we met. I trust you with everything.. I want you to be there. I need you to be there." I whispered. Harry lifted his head and placed his lips onto mine, his lips were so soft and tender. It's still so weird to be kissing him, to be so affectionate with him.

"You're so strong, Anastasia." Harry smiled at me. "I hope you know how proud I am of you." He pecked my lips again. He stood up from the floor and held my hand, making me get up and dragging me to the bed.

Harry tossed me on the bed playfully and climbed on top of me, his elbows on either side of my face. His hand stroked my cheek and pushed a strand of hair behind my ear.

"Everyday you give me another reason to admire you." His voice was tender and soft. "I can't believe how lucky I am to have you in my life, to be able to call you mine." He kissed me all over my face.

"Harryyyy." I groaned, embarrassedly knowing that I was blushing red as a tomato right now.

"I mean it, Anastasia." He whispered into my ear. "I hope one day you'll see yourself the way I see you." He kissed neck softly, sending shivers down my entire body. "You're beautiful inside and out." He kissed my lips once again.

I was never one to receive compliments, but Harry always showered me with them. Always wanting me to know how much he cares about me.

"Anastasia." Harry said lowly, his face only inches away from mine. He stared into my eyes, and I scanned his face, worried by the sudden shift in his voice.

"I love you." He said. My heart stopped, my lips parted slightly as I processed what he just said.

"You do?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. He nodded his head with a small smile.

"I love you. So so much." He smiled, a grin soon spread onto my face and I pulled his face to mine, locking my hands behind his neck to keep him close to me.

"I love you too." I smiled back at him. "God, it feels so good to finally be able to say it." I let out a breathe.

"Oh, so you've been thinking about it?" Harry teased, shoving his face into my neck, placing small kisses all over it.

"Since the first movie night with the kids." I admitted sheepishly. I could feel Harry chuckle, his chest vibrating against mine. Harry bit slightly onto my neck, causing a small moan to escape my lips.

"Mmmm, there it is." Harry said mischievously, repeating his action.

"Harry, please." I whined, feeling a discomfort in my lower region. Harry moved off of me, leaving his lips attached to my neck but allowed his hand to roam my body freely.

"Please what, baby?" He whispered in my ear. "Use your words." He demanded.

"Touch me. Please touch me." I begged, bucking my hips up in the air slightly. He chuckled and sat up, sitting me up to take my shirt off before pushing me back down onto the bed.

He placed small kisses on top of my chest, his hands finding their way to my nipples, pinching it softly.

"Is this okay?" He asked softly, I just moaned and nodded.

"More." I pleaded, it's been ages since I've done anything intimate with anyone. And from the looks of it, Harry knew exactly what to do.

Harry smirked at me before dipping his head down and sucking on my breasts his other hand tugging on my bottoms, he removed them quickly and threw them across the room. I was completely bare and naked in front of Harry and I couldn't help but try to cover myself up slightly.

Harry shook his head and pushed my arms out on either side of my head.

"Please don't ever hide from me Anastasia. You are so beautiful." He kissed my forehead lovingly.

He scooted down to the bottom of the bed, spreading my legs apart, he kissed up my legs from my knees and stopping right on the inside of my thighs making me whine. The heat between my legs was becoming unbearable.

Finally Harry placed a kiss on my slit, causing me to hiss at the sudden feeling. He placed his tongue flat on my opening and licking a strip upwards, my hips instantly bucked up and towards his face, causing his hands to find my waist and hold me down.

I was a moaning mess, with every movement of his tongue my moans got louder and louder. Harry's tongue flicked at my clit and I swear I could've cum right then and there. He kept working his tongue and inserted a finger inside of me without warning, another gasp and moan left my mouth.

"As much as I love to hear you moan for me, you're going to wake the kids baby." Harry chuckled against me. I bit my lip and nodded my head as he continued to finger me, inserting another finger.

"God, baby. You're so wet for me." Harry smirked, sucking on my folds.

"Harry, I'm going to cum." I groaned, feeling my legs start to tense.

"Cum for me baby girl. Be a good girl and cum all over my tongue." Harry pushed, his fingers never slowing down. I let out a muffled moan and scream as I came all over his tongue just like he said. "That's a good girl." He smiled, wiping his lips with the back of his hand.

I panted slightly, trying to catch my breathe. I tried to sit up but Harry pushed me back down onto my back.

"Let me help you." I said , tugging on his waistband. He shook his head.

"Tonight is all about you baby, your pleasure is all I care about right now." He said, taking off his shirt and bottoms.

"I want to make love to you." Harry kissed my lips, the remains of me still present on his tongue. "Can I do that?" He asked, I nodded my head eagerly.

"Please." I begged. Harry chuckled at my desperate pleas. He reached over to his night stand but I stopped him. "I'm on the pill, it's okay." I said.

"Are you sure? I don't mind." Harry raised an eyebrow at me and I nodded my head.

"I want to feel you." I said, reaching down and giving his d!ck a few strokes, causing him to suck in a breathe. "I want to feel you completely." Without another word Harry was on top of me, placing kisses all over my body before spitting in his hand and stroking himself a few times.

"Are you ready?" He asked again, wanting me to reassure him and his actions.

"Yes." I pushed him. He nodded and rubbed his tip up and down my slit softly, my wetness instantly covering his tip.

"Still so wet for me, huh?" He smiled at me cheekily.

"I'll always be wet for you, baby." I admitted.

"Well I can get used to that." With that, he pushed his tip inside of me, a moan instantly left my mouth.

"Fuck..." I whispered as he inched his way into my completely. He sat there for a moment, letting me adjust to his size.

"Are you okay, baby?" He asked, searching my face for any signs of discomfort.

"I'm okay.. It's just been a while, and you're kinda bigger than what I've had." I admitted. "You can move now." I squeezed his arms. He pulled out slightly before pushing back in causing me to hiss again.

"Fuck, Ana.. You're so tight." He groaned into my ear, fuck he's so sexy. I loved hearing him moan for me. "Such a good girl." He said, oh he definitely has a praise kink and he is most definitely a dom.. My mind drifted to all the times he tensed when I called him sir.. Maybe..

"Faster." I urged him. "Fuck me, daddy." I whispered into his ear.

"Fuck." He said simply, he instantly picked up his speed, hitting my g spot instantly.

"Oh my- right there. Right there baby." I begged him. His hand cupped my breast as he pounded into my continuously.

"You like that? You like when daddy fucks you?" He grunted, sweat forming at his forehead. I bit my lips as I stared at him and nodded my head. Harry was ruthless, he grunted and groaned with every thrust and I knew he was getting closer and closer to his climax.

"God I'm going to come, angel." Harry groaned out.

"Come with my Harry." I said through gritted teeth as I felt second high of the night building up. "I'm coming, I'm coming baby." I whined out, Harry grunted and thrusted through my climax before pulling out and cumming all over my stomach.

He quickly grabbed a few tissues off the night stand to clean me up before plopping next to me on the bed. We were both a panting mess, sweat all over our bodies.

"That-" He panted out. "You're-" He could barely form any words.

"I love you." He said simply, a lazy smile across his face.

"I love you." I said back, placing a kiss to his head.