Your Song~l.s

"Shut the fuck up! Don't speak to him like that-"
"Oh shut up you fag"
"Get out." he says so calmly you just might have missed the venom laced in his tone.

At this Simon picks up the pieces of paper that might as well be Harry's cage and places them carefully in his brown, leather Burberry briefcase. He walks towards the door, the smooth soles of his expensive shoes dragging against the ground, he opens the door, walking out and letting it shut behind him but not before letting a "get it together, Styles" fall out of his mouth in a harsh, gruff tone.