His Angel ☆ l.s.

Chapter 4

This is a continuation from last chapter. If for some reason you haven't read Chapter 3, I recommend you do so.

☆Louis' P.O.V ☆

He left me in the corner for literally an hour. Do you know how boring it is being in the corner? As he discussed some dumbass building with Mary, I just sat there. I tuned them out the majority of the time. By the time Mary left, I had memorized everything in Harry's office. The books on the bookshelf, the paperclips sitting on his desk, how many leather chairs were in the room, the answer is 3. The list goes on and on. I almost fell asleep, until I heard Harry cough and I looked up to see anger in his eyes. I immediately cowered further into the corner and tuned them out some more.

"Up." Harry demanded as he shut the door behind Mary and locked it. Finally, she's leaving. But now he's just going to deal with me, in a way, the longer Mary stayed the safer I was.

"Don't make me say it again." He growled walking over towards me. I immediately rose to my feet and backed further into the corner. He approached me and grabbed me by the waist.

"Ttttt...Tttttt...you've been a really bad boy." He made the "Ttt" sound with his tongue and he shook his head. He closed the space between us and pushed me into the corner. Once again, I was trapped.

"Want to know what I do to bad boys?" He placed his mouth right to my ear. Seductively talking into it. I couldn't think straight let alone form a sentence. I only nodded.

"I punish them." He growled and picked me up, placing me over his shoulder. I squealed at the sudden change. My face was right above his ass and his hand was right on my ass. He opened the door and took me down the hallway. What the fuck?

"Harry-" I started to talk before I felt a smack on my ass. I yelped not necessarily because it hurt, I yelped because of the shock.

"What did you just call me?" Harry questioned still placing his hand on my ass to hold me in place. He continued to go down the hallway full of doors.

"Harry! Where are you taking me?" I started kicking my feet making him angrier. I wanted to test him, which might not of been my greatest idea. He immediately grabbed my legs and sent a smack to the back of them.

"Call me that one more time and see what happens." He said as he stopped in front of a door. He jangled a set of keys in his pockets and searched for a key on the chain. He found the right key and placed it in the doorknob. The door opened and he walked in with me still dangling over his shoulder.

"Haaaarrrrryyy." I made sure to emphasize every single letter. I wanted to see what happened. I wanted to provoke him. That is until he dropped me from his back. I screamed as I hit the floor.

"Someone just doesn't want to be good, does he?" He bent down to talk to me. I bowed my head so he wouldn't receive satisfaction of looking at me. He grabbed my chin and forced me to look at him.

"Tell me what you've done wrong." He smirked as he demanded me to confess. I wouldn't give him what he wanted. I decided to keep quiet. Why would I tell on myself?

"I guess you didn't hear me." He said as he picked me up and threw me on the bed behind us. I squealed at the excitement, which only made him angrier. "I'll repeat myself once more." He began.

"What have you done wrong?" He growled as he crawled on the bed, towards me. I backed up against the headboard but continued to stay silent.

"That's how it's going to be?" He gave me one more chance. I smiled. Big mistake. He then pushed me down on my back and began taking off my shirt.