Call It What You Want

Chapter 2

(Harry Pov)

I got him to talk.

It shouldn't feel like an accomplishment but it did.

He was British as well. His voice was a little higher than I originally thought it was going to be but it sounded... I don't know, demanding? It was nice, I liked the sound of his voice for some reason. I'd like for him to talk more to me.

I figure he's probably from somewhere around Yorkshire based on his accent. He doesn't seem like he's going to tell me anytime soon.

Maybe he's not allowed to tell me.

I hum as I walk over and grab my laptop, sitting back down on my bed as I pull up google. I click on the search bar before typing.

'Tom Yorkshire Twenties'

I look through the photos and articles that popped up, none of them matching the man outside my door.

'Tom bodyguard'

I realize my searching are incredibly vague and I most likely won't find anything.

I suddenly hear a knock on my door causing me to close out of Google and close my laptop.

"Yes?"

Tom opens the door and peeks his head in. "Mr. President wishes to see you in his office." He says quietly. I think that's the longest sentence he's said to me.

I stand up walking outside and down the hall. Tom followed close behind me. I walk into my dad's office, Tom staying outside as I sit down across from dad at his desk.

He was on the phone but he quickly finished his call and put down his phone.

"Hello Harry." He spoke calmly.

"Dad."

"How are you settling back into the house?" He questions.

"Wish I was still at my apartment." I replied. The whole point of me moving out was to be more independent, now I'm forced back into the house with my parents.

My dad was already mad at me throughout college because of my lack of focus on classes and my focus on girls- I'm still mad he made me move back in with him after I graduate, and now this? I'm an adult, he should treat me as such.

"You shouldn't. You obviously can't live on your own." He laughs. I try to contain my anger but I fail. It's not my fault he's such a shitty president people decide they need to take it out on me.

"I can't help you had to fucking decide to run a country." I mutter.

"You really need to control your language. It-"

"What? Does it make you look bad? I'm sorry your highness that I'm not the golden child. If that's what you wanted, maybe you should have been a little bit more of a suck up to Gemma so she would've stayed around." I snapped standing up.

"You don't get to talk to me that way." He responds, the tone of his voice rising.

"Like hell I don't. I'm twenty two years old. I can do what I want." I replied.

"If you're so old and so mature then get yourself a job and start acting like an adult." He snaps.

"I had a job actually, I got fired because people kept only coming in to see me." I groan. I can't help I'm rich and attractive.

"Well if you have such a problem with being related to me then why do you stick around? Why do you still buy stuff with my money?" He asks.

I don't have an answer.