Hate That I Love You

Chapter 35

Harry slammed a small yellow folder on his father's desk, interrupting the reading of the contracts he was reading at the moment.

Des, raising an eyebrow, slowly brought his stern gaze to his son. "What is that?" he asked him.

"My dismissal. You have to sign it," Harry said.

"Come again?" he blinked.

"I won't marry Xander" he shrugged. "I won't stop seeing Louis, in fact, just to let you know, I have a date with him tomorrow night. You said that as long as I'm forced to use your money I won't be able to do what I want, so here's my dismissal. And today the same afternoon I'll move into Zayn's old house. "

Des immediately got up from his chair. "Are you telling me you want to give up your company for some stupid boy who might leave you tomorrow?"

"No, father," he denied. "I'm telling you that I'm giving up under your orders to have my freedom. And maybe you're right! Maybe tomorrow this story with him will end, maybe he's not the love of my life. But how can I know if I don't even try? I want to live my life and stop living the life you want me to have! " he exclaimed. "I have sent my resumes to different companies, with my degree and my popularity it will not be difficult to find another job, and maybe I will not earn as I could have made here, but my mother taught me that money does not bring happiness. Ah, and you should pay me the liquidation," he wrinkled his nose. "I'm sure that, at least for a while, I could live quietly with that money," he concluded, turning his back on him.

"You can't do this to me!" exclaimed his father, blocking his advance towards the exit. "Styles have been running this company for generations!"

Harry stared at him out of the corner of his eye. "Gemma's always there," he smiled. "Ah, no, wait. She's a woman, she can't run the company."

"HAROLD EDWARD STYLES!" Des yelled, walking quickly towards him and pinning him by the arm, yanking him and forcing him to turn around. "You don't leave this building!"

"Leave me!" Harry exclaimed. "You are hurting me!"

"Do you realize what you want to do?" he growled, continuing to grip his wrist in a painful grip. "Do you realize you want to give up the company?"

"You are making me do it!" He defended himself. "If you gave me my freedom, I wouldn't have to make this drastic choice!"

"Your freedom is wrong!"

"Let me go now," Harry ordered as he continued to move his wrist.

"I won't let you do that!"

"I told you, let me go," said the stern curly haired boy.

"Yeah, let him go," Louis smiled, wrapping his arms around Harry's hips and pulling him close. Harry rolled his eyes because obviously, he had to be an idiot and not listen to his order to wait for him outside. Stupid Tomlinson.

Des narrowed his eyes, looking at Louis with hatred, before slowly letting go of his son's wrist. Harry rubbed it slowly with his other hand because he had hurt a lot from his grip. "You, unbelievable scum of humanity," the man spat. "This is all your fault."

"It's not his fault," Harry defended him quickly. "It was you who forced me to do it. Anyway, do you want to disinherit me? You speak with the lawyer, you start the paperwork. You talk to the press, I'm really curious to know what you will tell them."

"Maybe there'll be the first Styles who works at Tomlinson Corporation," Louis shrugged, teasing him.

"My son can't do such a thing!" he protested, stamping his foot on the floor.

"Great, then don't fire him, okay?" Louis wrinkled his nose. "And don't disinherit him. Give him a chance to assert himself anyway, regardless of me or not."

"Harry," Des began again, completely red in the face. "Do you realize he's a Tomlinson? He's everything you hate in people! Why do you want to do this to me?"

"Well, he becomes easily detestable actually," he shrugged. "But someone taught me that the line between love and hate is very thin. I don't want to rush you, think about it okay?" he proposed. "From now on, I will take my freedom and, as it should be, I will always do what I feel like doing, If this decision is not okay with you, then take it all away from me. I am ready to face the consequences. You have my phone number, right? " he asked, ironically. "Now let's go, Lou," he said finally.

"Wait," Louis stopped him. "I have to do something first," he smiled, then suddenly brought their lips together, kissing him tenderly.

Harry rolled his eyes at first, but soon returned the kiss, wrapping his arms around the boy's neck.

"Now we can go," Louis nodded satisfied, placing a hand on his back and slowly directing him towards the exit.

"It was really necessary, huh?" Harry asked, giving him a little nudge in the stomach.

"Yes, definitely," he smiled.

"Next stop?" asked the curly haired boy.

"Mine," Louis muttered. "It will be a lot of fun."

"Your father won't take it too badly, let's go!" he protested.

"I hope so."