Yours

Let it out

[Harry's POV]

I took a deep breath before I entered Simon's office. He called me in this morning and well, he didn't seem to happy on the phone. I knocked and opened the door. He was sitting in his chair with his hands folded together resting on his desk. Everything looked normal. He didn't seem angry at all.

RED ALERT! RED ALERT! DANGER ZONE!

He was looking at me as I walked to the seat that was in front of his desk. You could say, because of the hits I received last night, I wasn't walking normally. I have a limp on my left side because my side was killing me.

This morning when I woke up the red mark disappeared and a lovely purple bruise was in it's place. I sat down slowly. When I got comfortably sat, he started.

"Harry," he paused taking in the silence. "before we discus last nights activities, there is something we need to talk about."

I leaned up a bit more. "Okay."

"About the contract with you and Rebecca, it's shredded, literally shredded." He said looking at his paper shredder at the side of his desk.

I looked from the shredder to him. "How..did?"

"Too make a long story short, as we were signing her off on the contract, Rebecca took it and just threw it in the shredder." He said.

"So, we don't have to fake anymore?" I asked hopeful.

"Yes, Harry. Everything's done." He sighed. "Later we'll figure out someone new for you."

"Wait what? someone new? I don't need anymore." I argued.

He gave me the eye. "This brings us back to last nights events."

I sunk down in my chair. Everything went south from there.

"ANOTHER BAR FIGHT HARRY, ARE YOU MAD?" Simon yelled standing up and slamming his hand on the desk.

I closed my eyes at the sound of his hand hitting the desk. "He started it."

Wrong move.

He huffed. "Oh, so now it's okay because he started it?" he rubbed his face and turned around facing the huge window out looking Camden.

I blew out a frustrated puff. "Simon, I wasn't just going to let him talk smack about Rebecca and let him get away with it."

He turned back around. "Excuse me?"

I stood up. Owww. "Yeah," I said. "that little prick was saying shit about Rebecca. I warned him to shut up, but he didn't."

"Harry," he said widening his eyes like I did something wrong here. "Forget about Rebecca. How do you think your image is going to look now?"

I can not believe him right now.

I shook my head. "No," I gave him a disgusted look. "you don't even know half the stuff he was saying. They were all lies. If people want to know why I fought, i'll tell them the honest truth. I was fighting for the right of my girl and that's that. Now," I started walking to the door. "i'm sorry if you don't care enough about your own family member to not do anything about it, but i'm not going to sit around and listen to this bullshit being said about her."

I reached the door and tugged it open. "Don't you even dare get me anyone new to fake around. You know nothing."

I glanced at him before I slammed the door. He was frozen in place standing on the side of his desk with his hand on his desk staring at me in shock. I gave him one last glare and slammed that door as hard as I could.