11 Harry's POV

"Dougie! Dougie no! Let me go! Let me go!" I screamed out, struggling hard against the controlling hands.

"What so you can run after him and degrade yourself further? I don't think so young man!" Mum looked disgusted at the idea.

"I hate you! I hate you so much!" I cried, hating everyone in this house, everyone in this world for making this happen.

"You are so lucky we're far away from the party right now." Dad hissed in my face, anger making his body shake, "How could you do this? How could possibly be so stupid to fall in love with that boy? It was bad enough that you left your studies to join a band, and now you fall for one of them? What were you thinking?!"

"Because Dougie is a wonderful guy who makes me happy, he accepts me for who I am and doesn't judge me for my choices! He respects me and treats me like a human being, unlike you!" I pulled myself out of his hold; glaring at the man I called my father. How could he do this to me? How could he possibly do this to his own son? I'd fallen in love and he reacted like this?

"I will treat you with respect when you start acting like you deserve respect from me! You have gone against everything we ever taught you and thrown everything we ever gave you back in our faces!" Dad argued, grabbing my arm and holding me in front of him.

"Oh sorry for searching for some happiness, for doing what I wanted to do with my life! I didn't know that was such a crime!" I yanked away again, refusing to let him touch me. I was ashamed to be his son, so much so I wasn't even scared of what he was going to do to me. I wouldn't be coming back here again, no matter what he said, I was leaving at the soonest opportunity and never coming back. If I wasn't accepted here, then I had nothing to say to these people.

"It is when you are associating yourself with people so much lower than yourself! I cannot believe you are with that boy, I knew letting you out of my sight was a bad idea!" Dad shouted.

"The guests dear, keep your voice down." Mum warned him, glancing towards the rooms where the party still continued, nobody any wiser to what was going on out here.

"That boy has a name! His name is Dougie, and I did not lower myself to associate with him! He is just as important as anybody, regardless of where he comes from!" I argued, I couldn't believe that Dad thought I was lowering myself to even talk to Dougie! How could he be so stuck-up as to think that? Why did he have to be so concerned with class and where people came from? Why couldn't he just accept people as they were?

"That's what he wants you to think! He is nothing compared to us, and you will do well to remember that! Everybody of lower status is only out for our money and power, that is all!" Dad growled, heaving in breath.

"He doesn't! He doesn't care for the money or the power, as a band we're well enough off as it is! Dougie loves me for who I am, not where I come from, and you would know that if you had the decency to actually talk to him!" I hated how stubborn he was, hated how he refused to even talk to anybody he deemed unworthy, everybody had to be of our social status or higher to get any type of recognition.

"I will not associate myself with someone so common. Especially not one who wants to corrupt my son into a disobedient little delinquent and ruin our family name." Dad turned his nose up.

"And it's all about the family name with you isn't it? Why does nothing else matter to you? Why must our happiness have to take second place to our reputation? I love Dougie with all my heart, and if he was well off like us, you would have absolutely no issue with him. You have barely spoken a word to him, and you already hate him, simply because he isn't as well off." I hated it, hated it with a passion.

"I don't need to speak a word to him to know that he is no good for you. Now go and join the party, we have neglected it for too long." Dad pointed towards the ballroom.

"No. I'm going home, if you won't accept my friends or my boyfriend, then I'm not staying here either." I turned to leave.

"Oh you're not going anywhere." Dad grabbed me again.

"Am I not? On who's authority? Because last time I checked, I'm a legal adult now; you can't do anything to me because I'm not a child. So I think I'll be leaving." I tried to get out of his hold again, but the grip strengthened, hurting my arm.

"I don't think so Harry, you're staying here. You're never going to go back to that band, you're going to go back to school and live a respectable life. I won't have you ruining yourself further than you already are." Dad tightened his hand arm my wrist.

"You can't make me! I'm an adult, you can't control me anymore!" I was twenty one, he couldn't do this! He didn't have control over me, he couldn't! I was an adult, I was a damn adult!

"Watch me. I won't have you throwing your life away for a money grabbing commoner." Dad smirked evilly, he couldn't do this! He couldn't!