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THIRTY-TWO

HARRY WAS ANGRY

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HARRY WAS ANGRY. Well, angry was an understatement. He was infuriated to say the least. How could a person live with sending an innocent woman to jail for a crime she didn't committee?

Sure, she shouldn't have laid hands on him, but he shouldn't have been the jackass he is and hurt her in the first place. Men should never lay a hand on a woman hurtfully, and Harry wanted to make sure Dawson knew that.

After he got the devil's address from Ryan Reynolds, he raced over to the apartment building with determination in his gut. He was done building up a wall to hide his feelings for Dawson, and he was going to let the man have a piece of his mind.

The British fella parked his car in the abandoned parking lot, before racing up the steps towards the apartment door he was tempted to break down. He pounded his fist against the door, wiping his lips with his other thumb to hid the frown forming on his lips.

What happened next, didn't shock Harry one bit. A familiar red head opened the door with a seductive smirk tugging on her lips, looking her former man up and down.

"Why hello there handsome." Harper Denver spoke, fixing the robe wrapped around her body. "I wasn't expecting to see you here, darling."

Harry scoffs, pushing his way past the girl to look around the apartment building. "Where is he, Harper?"

"Who?" She questioned playfully, batting her eyelashes up at the brunette.

"You know who I'm fucking talking about, Harper, and I want to talk to him now." He demanded, crossing his arms and bending down at the red head. "I'm not here to play anymore of your games, Harper."

"Dawson! You have a guest!" Harper yelled out, still looking at Harry with a frown.

Footsteps echoed down the hallway before Dawson Rowland entered the living room with a wicked smile plastered on his fake cheeks, staring upon his ex-girlfriend's best friend.

"Well, if it isn't Destiny's best friend." Dawson joked, walking up towards Harry with a fake smile, "Or should I say boyfriend? I mean, you did jump her bones while we were together, correct?"

"So my opinion on you was always right, wasn't it?" Harry finally tells Dawson, returning the smile, "You are a piece of shit."

"How touching coming from the lad that wants something from me!"

Harry rolls his eyes, but starts talking about the reason on why he showed up to his door for the first place. "Drop the charges, Dawson."

"Now, why would I do that?" The dark haired man questions, walking over and pouring himself a glass of whiskey. He raises a glass up for Harry, who continues to look Dawson straight in the eyes. "She hurt me, your girlfriend. So why do I owe her freedom?"

"Because maybe you don't want the world to find out you blackmailed my best friend to not be with me?" Harry states, pulling out a paper from his back pocket, "I have screenshots, you know."

Dawson looked at the paper in singers hands, a firm straight line spreading on his lips. "How did you get that?"

"You really underestimate Destiny, Dawson. That's quite sad." Harry states, smiling as he flips through the screenshots. "I have a key to her apartment building, and I looked through her computer for them. Her password has always been the same since high school, which is fairly funny because it's my nickname for her."

"Cut to the chase, Harry." Harper snaps from behind Dawson, behind held back by his arm.

Harry crosses his arms, glaring at Dawson. "Drop the charges on Destiny and make sure the world knows that she was just defending herself, or else these screenshots will be sent to magazines around the world and placed on all the marvel casts social media, including One Direction's."

Dawson sighs, before pulling out his cell phone and nodding his head slowly. "Alright, I'll call my lawyer."

"I'll wait here until I get a call Destiny is ready to get picked up, then." Was all Harry could say, before taking a seat on a chair in the living room. "Harper, darling, do you mind fetching me a cup of tea with no milk or sugar in it?"

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should I do their reunion real life or like Instagram post? I can't decide

love always,

jamiewrites3

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