Living With Styles. ( A Harry Styles Fan-fiction ) [ AU ]

Chapter 2 - Dinner with the Devil

-Audrey's POV-

I take a shower and unpack my bags. A knock on the door startles me.

" Young Miss," It's Juniper. " Dinner is ready, I'm here to escort you down to the dining room." she says.

I look down at my sweat pants and shrug. " Is that prick going to be down there?" I ask her looking up again.

"If you mean Young Master Styles, then yes." she smiles playfully.

"Do I have to go?" I ask knowing I sounded like a child.

Juniper laughed and sat down next to me on my bed. "If you won't come down, he won't allow us to feed you. You're too pretty to starve Miss."

I sighed, "My name is Audrey. Lead the way Juni." I said smiling at her.

Juniper got up and lead me downstairs into a room with a table big enough to seat twelve, and a beautiful chandelier that dimly shone overhead. She pulled out a chair at one end for me to sit down. I thanked her and sat down.

"What's for dinner?" I asked her.

" Chicken Alfredo, and your choice of drink." It was Weston that answered me. He was carrying a plate that smelled like heaven and he set it down before me. I felt my mouth water. "What would you like to drink Miss?"

"Gin and tonic. No, wait. Vodka. With orange juice." I said looking up at him.

He bowed and replied, " Yes ma'am." then he and Juniper left me in the dining room. Alone.

"I didn't peg you to be an alcoholic, Miss Audrey Blackman." I heard Harry's voice behind me causing me to jump.

I heard him chuckle as he made his way to the other end of the table. He dropped a beige folder on the table.

"Audrey Jasmine Blackman. Grade year 11, quite smart according to your grades." He stated reading the papers.

He has files on me. I mentally face-palmed thinking back to what he said to Weston by the pool.

Weston returned with my drink and another plate for Harry, Juniper was behind Weston and sat a drink in front of Harry. She saw me looking at her and blushed slightly.

"Thank you. Dismissed." Harry said with a wave of his hand then looked down the table at me. " You attended St.Williams, cheerleading captain, student body president, and you played girls football, captain of the varsity team." Harry said then ate a forkful of alfredo.

I felt my hands ball into fists under the table.

"It's quite rude to ignore someone when they're speaking to you." Harry smirked. I stared at him.

"It's extremely rude to have my life in a folder to read like it's a book." I spat then drank my cocktail.

"I just wanted to know more about the girl who lives in my house. You're not a maid, or an assistant. So, I did some digging. It seems like your family owed mine 2 million euros." He said then ate another forkful of pasta.

Anger bubbled inside me as I stared at my own plate. I grabbed my glass and stood up. Clutching it in my slightly shaking hand I walked down to Harry who raised an eyebrow at me. Before I thought about it, I bought the glass over his curls and emptied the contents on his head. I threw the glass down, which caused Juniper and Weston to suddenly appear. They took in the situation with wide eyes as I turned and stomped out of the room.

"Arrogant pompous biligerent barmy." I muttered under my breath taking the stairs two at a time. I slammed my door and plopped onto the lush bed.

-Harry's POV-

Did that mad, poisonous wench just pour vodka on my head?!, was the thought that ran through my head first. Suddenly Weston was at my side dabbing at what was on my shirt. I heard the wench stomp up the stairs.

"Juniper, go and get the Young Master's shower running." Weston said to the girl. She quickly nodded and left the room.

"I take it you showed her the files, sir." Weston said after putting down the cloth.

I blinked and looked up at him, " Did that wench pour vodka in my hair?" I asked him feeling the anger in my rise slowly.

"Yes, sir, she did." Weston sighed. "Don't go looking for revenge either, Young Master. I overheard your parents discussing the length of her stay this morning."

I raised an eyebrow. "Oh?"

"Till she graduates, sir. Now, go wash your hair. I'll have Juniper talk the Young Miss into apologizing." Weston tapped my shoulder and left. I stood up, fuming, as I felt the liquor reach my scalp. I walked briskly up to my room, pausing slightly at Audrey's room door.

"Your shower is ready Young Master." Juniper said behind me, startling me. I turned to her as she bowed.

"Weston has something to tell you." I said covering my embarrassment.

She nodded and left me standing in the hallway. I looked back to Audrey's door and felt a pang of guilt. Before I could stop myself I knocked on her door.

" Come in." I heard her call out. I took a deep breath and opened the door. When she saw it was me she scowled.

"What do you want? If it's an apology, don't hold your breath." she said.

"Audrey, I -" I started, but she cut me off.

"You deserved it. Just who the hell do you think you are anyways? To go an intrude on my life like that?" She was pissed and yelling, pushing my chest. Despite myself, I couldn't help but find her cute, and I found myself smirking.

She was staring at me, a heated anger in her eyes. I remembered the reason behind me coming in here.

" I'm sorry. You're right, I shouldn't have done that, it was indeed quite rude." I said softly.

She opened her mouth to yell again, but caught herself. "What?" she asked now looking at me skeptically.

"If you think that weak ass apology will make me forgive you, you're horribly mistaken. Get out." she said opening the door and pushing me out.

"I don't just apologize to anyone you wretched wench." I spat at her and held the door open. "You are in desperate need of an attitude adjustment." I said looking down at her, regretting my attempt to apologize.

She looked up at me, trying to push me out. "Oh? And who would readjust my attitude?" she sounded annoyed and I relished the fact.

I leaned closer to her face and whispered against her lips, "That'd be me, love."

She reddened and scowled, "I'd like to see you try." she said then pushed me hard in the chest and slammed the door in my face. I heard the lock click into place.

I walked to my room and heard the tap running, then remembered my hair. I hopped in the shower and washed my hair.

That night I went to sleep thinking,

Challenge accepted, Audrey Blackman.