Unexpected Love || Harry Styles Punk

Chapter Seventy

Let's begin with something exciting that happened this week.

Hm, I can't think of anything that happened.

Oh I forgot to mention that I FUCKING SAW THE MUSIC VIDEO FOR "YOU AND I" AND I WENT TO HEAVEN WITH TEARS! I was literally shaking as I'm sure everyone else was but I was having my own version of Harlem Shake on my bed when I saw that it came out. I just have to say that it was the most creativest (is that a word?) and amazing video I have ever come to see in my days of walking on this planet. The zoom on Harry's face killed me and I don't know how I survived. So yeah.... that happened.

I don't think any of you care but just putting it out there that if you need a fangirl partner then you can always call me. My number is 123-456-7890 (don't be stupid and call this number. I so wish it really was my number though). Anyways, back to what really was supposed to be said, Enjoy the chapter :D

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Harry's P.O.V (Shocker!)

"Mr. Styles, I'm sorry but he won't be able to see you right now," The guy standing in front my father's 'office' door said for the 3rd time. I hated the way these people treated me like some Prince. I swear, one of my father's 'men' was so intimidated by me that he offered to kiss my fucking shoes. Of course I was weird-ed out, so I just walked away like I didn't have a 2 minute conversation with him just a moment ago.

The fact that my father was the king in this situation was hilarious. I knew damn well that these people didn't give a fuck about him. They only stayed because they were scared shit less or is too much of a coward.

"Why fucking not?" I snapped at the guy. Fear flashed in his eyes and I had an urge to laugh since he was almost twice my size.

"He is busy, sir."

"I don't give a shit. Let me go through," I gritted through my teeth getting annoyed. These people were sickening me with their scared expressions and cowering selves. The fact that my father was practically forcing them to work for him was even worse. Even though it is something you wouldn't find surprising, it was fucking stupid.

The guy moved away from the dark wooden door with a silver knob. The house we were currently in was where my father has been living for the last year and a few months. The basement was made of metal and was where all the hell happens according to my annoying ass brother. I haven't seen him for god knows how long and I finally realized why I didn't miss his ass.

The cold knob was felt under my sweaty hand as I twisted it quickly and pushing it open.

I regret asking the guy in the first place because the scene in front of me was about to bring up everything that I had for dinner last night.

Well now I guess I could cross this off the list of crazy weird experiences.

Walking in on your father getting a blow job from your mother.

But instead the female in this situation isn't my mother. It looked like a 15-year-old redhead with her mouth around something I would've been living better without seeing.

"I think you've had enough for now," I began not knowing how to grab their attention since they didn't even hear me come in.

Both of their heads snapped up as I tried not to pull a disgusted face from what I just saw. Instead I stared at the blank wall opposite of all the inappropriate and disgusting action between the man I am related to and a random teenage bimbo whose lipstick was smudged around her mouth making me flinch when my eyes landed on her.