Can You Feel My Heart?

29: I Don't Care.

everyone hates Sean; aw yeah. [ sean is to the side btw ] he wasn't even planned either. Woolf was supposed to be old angry man, no son, but bam, sean was born anyways ahahah. 

☺ dedicated to the lovely 'relicx', you're wonderful xx ☺

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"You knew that I wanted to go away for Christmas." Harry stormed into his Father's office, slamming his hands down on the table to make himself known. 

"No, I did not." Mr Styles spoke, his deep voice rumbling out as his eyes stayed focused on the papers in front of him.

"Yes you fucking did." Harry spat, watching as his Father slowly raised his gaze from the papers to his him.

"You're not leaving anyways to spend time with your worthless mother and that fag." His Father spat, and Harry tried to hold back his anger.

"I'm a fag too Father." Harry said slowly, waiting for his Fathers reaction. 

"No son of mine is a fag." 

"Well I am, and I am going to go see my mother for Christmas." Harry glared, "You can't stop me." 

"You have to entertain Mr. Woolf and his son, Sean." Mr Styles boomed, and Harry cowered down for a second before regaining his confidence from before. 

"You can't make me do anything." Harry challenged, to which his Father glared and with a flick of his hand spoke;

"I can make you do a lot of things." and with that Harry was dragged out of his office and put into his own office, where Sean Woolf was waiting for him, casually leaning against his desk. 

"Go away." Harry said, walking to his chair and slumping into it, his shoulders sagged.

"No." Sean purred, and Harry had to hold back a disgusted shudder. "We should have some fun while we're in here, no?" 

"Go away Sean." Harry said again, his voice deep and slow. 

"Would you like me to bend over the desk and have you fuck me hard? Have me scream your name as I stain the wood underneath of me white, have me writher underneath of you as you pound into my ass relentlessly, enjoying every minute of a good little submissive man—" 

"That’s enough." Harry said loudly, standing up and slamming his hands on his own desk, making Sean jump a little. 

"How about I blow you, get you all nice and wet and get you to cum down my throat, before I sit on your face and force you to suck me, would you like that Harry? Would you like me to be your little man slut?" 

"Shut up Sean!" Harry yelled, his anger showing through the harsh glare he aimed at the stupidly sexy boy.

"Oh come on Harry, what’s a little fun going to do to you?" Sean asked, winking and then advancing on Harry, licking his lips and tilting his head to meet Harry's. 

"I have a boyfriend!" Harry interjected, pushing Sean away from him, and Sean rolled his eyes. 

"So? He doesn't have to find out." Sean smirked, and Harry wanted to punch it off of his smug little face. 

Harry glared, moved away from his desk and walked out of his office, and eventually out of the building. Fuck this. He's going to fucking Perth to visit his fucking mother with his fucking boyfriend and if anyone tries to stop him he'll physically hurt them. Fuck this. 

"Niall? Baby, we're going to see my mom!" Harry called into the house as soon as he walked through the door, looking to Louis. 

"He's at school, Harry."