Polite//l.s

Thirty Six

Louis

Harry climbed the steps to his house with a mission. I was going to wait in the car, not wanting to upset his father more, but Harry had climbed into my lap and begged me, so I mean...

Here I am. Climbing the unnecessary amount of steps to Harry's immaculate front door.

"Do you know what your going to say?" I asked him as he twisted the handle.

"No," he shrugged, "I'll just tell him I'm leaving and that he's a horrible person. Simple."

"It might not be that easy," I followed him in and watched as he told the woman attempting to take his coat they wouldn't be staying long.

"Why wouldn't it be? He's a business man, he knows how to have civil conversations,"

"Just know I'm there if you need it," I squeezed his hand and let it go before we entered the main hall, where Gemma was sitting on one of the plush recliners, a red bonded book folded in her lap.

"You guys are back?" She looked up when our footsteps echoed through the large ceilinged room, "Harry, Father's home," she stood.

"I know," Harry gripped my bicep, "Where is he? Is mother around?"

"Uh, Harry, what are you doing?" She walked closer and tried to separate us, but Harry kept a firm hold on my arm. I wrapped my arm around his waist and shot an apologetic look to Gemma.

"I'm going to tell my father that I'm moving out," he spoke pointedly, his jaw clenched. When he was angry, his jawline became very very defined and I like it more than I should have.

"Y-You're moving out?!" Gemma whisper-yelled, her eyes widening comically.

"I don't want to live in a house with a fucking monster any longer," Harry nearly growled, I saw his fists clench by his sides and it kinda scared me.

Gemma's eyes widened even further if that was possible, her mouth gaping open as her gaze shot back and forth between Harry and I.

"D-did you just, what did you say?" She stumbled over her words, "Did he just curse?"

She whispered the last word like Harry wasn't meant to hear it.

"I'm not a child!" Harry narrowed his eyes at her, "Stop sheltering me,"

Gemma just sucked her bottom lip into her mouth and stared at me, "You told him?"

"He was freaking out on me!" I defended, "He literally lost any chill that he may have had," I leaned in, "He yelled at me,"

"What's going on down here?" A tall figure began descending the stairs from the fifth floor, making his way down far more gracefully than I could have. "Who's this?" He nodded his head in my direction.

"Father, hello," Gemma smiled falsely, putting emphasis on the fact that this is their father. Shit, it scared me, "Harry just got back from his trip and this is-"

"This is my boyfriend Louis," Harry cut her off, ha voice almost sounding challenging.

And fuck you Harry.

The man narrowed his eyes at me, "Boyfriend you say?"

"Yeah," Harry stood his ground, he was at least five inches shorter than his father and far less intimidating, but he looked car scarier now than I have ever saw him. Right now he looked like he belonged in a position of power, deserved to be the CEO of a company.

"You don't even know what that means child," he dismissed, walking past Harry, "Gemma, please show your brother's friend out."

"N-no." Gemma argued, making their father turn to glare at them amusedly.