Can You Feel My Heart?

10: Y-yes Please.

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Harry sighed, resting his head in the palm of his hand. He did not want to be in a meeting right now. He wanted to storm over to Niall's and throw him in his car to take him home. Then Niall couldn't avoid him. Because that's all he seems to be doing right now. Harry can't get a single word to Niall without the boy scurrying off, sprinting off, or just plain ignoring him. Texting won't work, calling won't work, even visiting Niall's workplace and home wont work. The kid won't talk to Harry, and it was starting to piss him off. 

"So, Mr. Styles, what do you think of our proposal?" Some man asked, and Harry couldn't care less what he just asked. 

"Call me Harry, please." Harry said, making circles on his temples. "And it's a great idea; you can start it next week as long as you plan to stay out of my way in this building." 

"Will do, sir." The man scurried around, grabbing all his things and tripping on the way out. 

"Elise, what did I just agree to?" Harry sighed, and then looked up to his secretary, her sexy figure in a black pencil skirt and she was wearing a yellow top. 

Elise was a brunette with curly brown hair and big green eyes, and Harry had already fucked her, but sometimes he wanted to go one more round with her. 

"A new court placement." She answered, her voice coming out in more like a purr.

"Great." Harry whispered, now pinching the bridge of his nose. "Get out." Harry ordered and Elise quickly complied, wondering what the hell had gotten into her boss. But then again, Harry didn't even know.

Why was he so hung up on a 24 year old? Harry is 26, he shouldn't be worrying about some younger boy. Some blonde haired, blue eyed, angel faced boy. But Harry was. He really was. 

Harry had decided to stop taking his medication because he had Niall, but now he's finding that he might need it once more. The only reason Harry has to take the stupid pills is because of his past. He should be over it now, but his every 2 monthly psychiatrist says otherwise. 

A knock at the door startled Harry and he looked up from the desk, moving his head out of his arms. 

"Come in." Harry's gruff voice called, and he ran a hand through his upright curls. 

"There's someone here to see you, Mr. Styles." Elise said, popping her head in through the small opening she created.

"It's Harry. I'm not my Dad, and I don't want to see anyone right now." Harry answered, putting his head back in his folded arms, burying his face where the corner of his elbow is. 

"Just go in." Harry heard Elise whisper and Harry cursed, snapping his head up to glare at the person who came in. 

All Harry could do was splutter and forget the glare, his eyes meeting with the most beautiful person in existence. 

"H-hi." Harry breathed, "You, we, uh, sit down." 

Niall was rushing around this morning, making sure that everything was ready for him to do. He was going to go to classes in only a jumper and jeans, so that when he gets home he can throw on his newly ironed white shirt and black dress pants. Niall has to go somewhere special this afternoon, and he cannot mess it up.

This will decide his future. 

"Niall, slow down, class isn't going anywhere." Liam laughed, following his best friend who was running to fast to even hear him. "Niall!" Liam tried again, successfully getting the blonde boy to stop.