Can You Feel My Heart?

16: Go Away!

Sorry for that mess.. to be perfectly honest, I didn't think it was that bad. I mean, i've read stuff WAY worse than that and I certainly didn't think that that many people would follow me and keep following me. I don't think anyone unfollowed! Holy crap I love you guys ♥

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☼dedicated to Milkshakes9 for being so damn smart☼

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Harry startled awake up with Niall in his arms. Beautiful, corrupted Niall. They were both still on the couch after a busy night last night. Harry knew that Niall's bum was going to be sore in the morning. Now, why was Harry awake? He glanced over to the door where the knocking was persisting.

Harry untangled himself from Niall and got up, walking over to where his pants lay on the floor. He slipped them on, his black jeans fitting awkwardly over his junk, and he walked and unlocked then opened the door.

"What are you doing here?" Harry asked; his voice still a bit gruff from the morning (and maybe last night’s occurrences).

"I am here to talk to you about that boy." Mr Styles said, standing taller than his son.

"I don't need you here to talk to me about Niall, father. Go away." Harry said, moving to close the door, and it would have been successful if his father didn't put his foot in the way.

"I saw everything last night, Harry." His father said, crossing his arms and sending his son a disapproving look through the rims of his glasses.

"What— what do you mean?!" Harry stumbled, opening the door wider, "You don't even know what you're talking about!"

"Harold." Mr Styles said in a deep voice, the way he would when he wants someone to shut the fuck up, "I saw you and that slut being disrespectful in this very room." He paused and pinched the bridge of his nose, "I don't want you seeing him anymore."

"That's not your say!" Harry argued, a rack of shivers racing through his body.

"I am your Father and you will do as I say, Harold." His father ordered, and let a smirk appear on his lips. "Leave the boy or lose everything. This house, your job, your money, your mother."

"Don't you dare hurt her!"

"Leave that blonde, or lose everything you care about." Mr Styles threatened.

"Niall is who I care about you prick!" Harry argued, desperate to make his father see eye to eye with him.

"No, he's not, you don't love him—"

"Go away! Leave! Don't come back!" Harry screamed, successfully slamming the door in his face, waking Niall up in the process.

"Hey Haz." Niall smiled, his voice also scratchy.

"Hi baby." Harry smiled softly, walking over to his boyfriend, sitting behind him and wrapping his large arms around his smaller frame.

"Who was at the door?" Niall asked, yawning.

"No one important, a sales person I think. Someone stupid like that." Harry answered without a bat of an eyelash. That man was not his father.

"Oh okay." Niall stretched. "Oh!" he gasped, "I'm still naked!"

"Don't I know it baby." Harry winked, sending Niall into a frenzy of blushes.