"No, I don't want to take that. I'm completely booked," Harry said into the phone. The person on the other line kept talking away. "Look, I don't want to say it again. I am too busy for a meeting on that date. If you still don't understand this in the next few seconds, I swear I will have you and the business sued. I don't have time for this."
"I understand," she said. "My apologies, Mister Styles." Harry hung up his work phone, rubbing his temples.
Harry was a successful business man. He owned several corporations throughout Europe. He was considered the wealthiest and most successful man in the UK/Ireland area. He seemed to have a great life, but no one knew his hard life at home he was dealing with away from work.
For his publicity, he had to get married to a woman, but he's gay. No one knew this and they don't now either. He and this woman, Melissa, have been married for about 2 years now. She has discussed to Harry's security and and such that she wanted a child with Harry. They were more than happy that she wanted that. They thought it would be good for Harry to have a kid to occupy and give him more publicity.
But Harry hated the idea. He knew he was gay and Melissa was just a cover up. She had no idea that he was gay though. She tried everyday to get Harry to have sex with her, but he would use the excuse that he had lots of work to do, which was mostly true, but not always accurate.
Eventually, he got tired of the constant nagging from Melissa. So he decided he would "make a baby." But he had a catch. He wouldn't in a million years have sex with Melissa so he said he would get some of his sperm and she could have it implanted. She agreed, thinking that it was close enough.
Little did she know, Harry went to a sperm donor and got a stranger's sperm, saying it was his. She happily took it. A couple weeks later, she announced her pregnancy. Harry was thankful and happy he didn't use his own.
A few weeks later, he had a client come in about the fact that he was being pulled out of Uni for being sick, so he wanted to sue. At that point, Harry decided to take this client as his own so he could get his mind off the whole baby thing, which wouldn't go away.
"So, what's your name?" Harry asked, putting some things into his computer.
"Louis Tomlinson," the boy answered, shyly.
"Hey, you don't have to be shy," Harry comforted. "I may seem intimidating, but I'm here to help you, not hurt you, okay?"
Louis nodded. "Okay, so from my understanding, you are a sophomore in Uni and you recently got very sick, thus ending in the professors wanting you suspended or expelled so you are looking into suing or somehow fixing the situation, is that right?"
"Yes," Louis answered.
"Okay great." Harry looked up from his computer. "So if you don't mind, I'd like to have a brief meeting with you so we can discuss and work out our options. Is that alright?"
"Yeah that's fine." Louis took out his phone to put it in his calender. "When do you think we can do that?"
"Let's see, how about tomorrow around eleven am. Does that work for you?"
"That's perfect. Thank you, Mister Styles."
"Oh please, call me Harry."
