Power Trip (Sequel to Yes, Boss)

prologue.

Harry.

My boots leave an echoing squeak as I enter the lobby, the whole place looks.. sterile. My father's shoes leave a similar echo as we approach the lady dressed in white at the desk. 

A janitor shuffles by with a mop, removing all dregs of the winter rain almost as soon as we've stopped moving. I knew this place was a hospital of sorts, but the hyper-sanitation is all a bit freaky.  The leather chairs in the waiting room are empty, and now the janitor has left as quickly as he came there isn't a soul to be seen.

"Mr.Styles" The lady addresses him with a huge but not quite all there smile. She pauses as she takes note of me. 

"Harry.. Styles" I fill in her blanks, I suppose she knows who I am . I scratch a hand across my stubble awkwardly as she composes herself. 

"Harry, nice to meet you, I'll show you and your father through at once" She says, nodding confidently as she gets up, leading us down another empty sterile corridor and across an open area. If the weather wasn't so miserable - drizzling rain, then the courtyard garden might be quite pretty. 

I feel my phone vibrate in my pocket, but I'm too tense to do anything else. She leaves us at a door marked. 'Meeting room 4.' 

"Go right in, your visit is of course expected" With that she walks away. I swallow, wishing my dad would maybe utter me some word of reassurance - of course, that's not in his emotional capacity. As we enter a security guard is stood in one corner, and a white-coat in the other. Sat in the middle of the room, at an industrial looking table is Edward. 

I exhale slowly, taking one of the two seats opposite him. 

"Dad.." He nods at our father. 

"Harry.." He does the same to me, hint of a smirk at his lips. 

"Edward." I say coldly. 

"Long time no see brother"