Against One's Wishes

Chapter 24

Harry's hands are almost shaking while he sits in the back of this cab on the way to the district attorney's office. He stares at the rain falling down the window and he's trying his best to hold back every emotion that's he's feeling.

The truth is coming out.

He's scared; he's afraid of what Louis' dad might do to Louis. He's afraid of what he might do to himself. He's worried about how this will pan out; how will this end?

Harry's pulling his coat tight once the taxi has stopped in front of the building. Harry's paying the driver and scooting out of the cab, his eyes glancing over this towering building in front of him.

He's so thankful that he wore a hat now as he's finding his way to the receptionist. No one seems to even realise that he's Harry Styles, the Broadway actor, and he's breathing a sigh of relief.

Harry's taking a seat outside of William's office only a short time later, his hands beginning to shake again with nervousness. He really doesn't know what to expect from this, and the uncertainty is killing him.

Harry's mind drifts to a certain pair of blue eyes again, and his heart is sinking; he just wants to be holding Louis right now... blocking out the world around them.

Why can't that be his reality? Why can't he live the life that he so desperately dreams of? A life of companionship... partnership... with Louis William Tomlinson.

Harry knows that he would give up his career in a heartbeat to be with Louis... to run away with Louis. But now, his father knows... and the relationship he did have with Louis is over. He can't change that.

The receptionist is soon giving Harry the ok to go in William's office. Harry stands slowly, wondering if he even has the strength to go through with this.

He walks inside the office, closing the door behind him as he sees William still chatting on the phone. Harry's burying his hands in his pockets, the anxiety beginning to burn all over him.

William is soon ending the call and looking at papers on his desk before he finally acknowledges Harry.

"Harry, uh... why don't you have a seat," William states.

"I'm fine standing, sir," Harry softly replies as his eyes glance around this office. He knows why he's here... and the overwhelming fear he now feels is a million times worse than he imagined. He wants to run from this situation... but he knows that he no longer can.

The truth has to come out.

"This is about Louis and I, yeah?" Harry finally just manages to blurt out, William not breaking eye contact. "You... you want me to stop seeing him..."

William sits up in his chair, his eyes on his hands now.... and the tension in the room is killing Harry.

"I'm going to... to make this simple," William speaks up again, Harry not wanting to meet his gaze. "I... I expect you to no longer have any contact with my son... and if you do, I'll find a reason to close the theatre that you're so invested in... alright?"

Harry closes his mouth for a moment, his eyes staring down this man in front of him. "If... if you even knew your son... if you only knew what he wanted..."

"My son isn't like you," William stands immediately, and Harry knows that he's pissed him off. "My son... has a bright future ahead of him... and you do as well... but your future is not with him. And... you will NOT continue to corrupt my son, Mr. Styles..."