Damaged Goods // Z.M (slow updates~editing)

Chapter 30 Trust Isuess II

Rosalie's Pov

"She's blackmailing him."

"What?" I say almost dropping the paint brush.

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I step towards Harry. What could he possibly mean? In what way is she blackmailing him? What does she have on him? A child? Some pictures? Please don't let it be a child. Anything but that. My cheeks flush with anger. Harry takes off his shades and looks at me. His green eyes stare into my brown eyes.

"Yeah she's blackmailing him. Like I told you they had a thing... you know a sexual thing." He says. Anger boils inside off me. I know I shouldn't overreact when it comes to Zayn's past, but I can't help feeling jealous. I know he was different before he met me. "As you know Zayn before he met you he was a player, he slept around a lot. Broke many girls hearts. So Lola thought she could truly have something with him. More than sexual encounters, but of course Zayn didn't want too. Lola is just butt hurt."

"Zayn wanted to fire her because she got clingy. Zayn doesn't like that. But Lola took a video of them you... know fucking. And she told him he couldn't fire her unless he wanted the press to get hold of that video. So here she is."

A video? A fucking video. My stomach turns. I feel nauseous.She has a sex tape of both of them. I slump down onto the floor.

"Rosalie, I know it's bad but there's nothing we can do, but it's kind of Zayn's fault for not keeping it in his pants." Harry let's out a nervous chuckle.

"Do you know where she saved that video?" I ask him.

"Uh I think she saved it in her phone." He crosses his arms and his eyebrows knit together. "Why?" I stand up from the floor.

"Is that the only place she has that video?"

"Yeah, she always taunts him with her phone. What are you thinking?" He runs his fingers through his curly hair. I give him a smirk.

"There's things I can do, things I had to do in order to survive foster care. Things that come in handy in moments like this." I say as a smile creeps onto my face. There's still so much more that the boys don't know about me. Just little talents I've picked up.

"Your not going to beat her up?" He asks.

"What? Of course not, I mean I know how to throw a couple of punches but no." I'm not a violent person. I don't like laying hands on people. It's just not in my nature.

"Then what do you plan to do?"

"Follow me." I open the door and look, making sure Lola isn't up here. "Okay where does she keep her phone?" I whisper to him.

"In her back pocket of her jeans." He whispers back.

"Hmm okay this what we're going to do you strike up a conversation with her. And I'll grab the phone." I start walking towards the stairs. Harry grabs a hold of my arm.

"Wait, how is this going to work?" Dammit Harold.

"Just do as I told you. I'll handle the rest. Make sure she doesn't see me or else she'll get suspicious." We walk very quietly down the stairs. I peer over to the kitchen she's not there. I motion for Harry to follow me to the living room. I quietly peek and she's there dusting the telly.

"Okay I am going to quietly sneak behind the couch, you make sure she's facing away from me." He nods. I crawl towards the back of the couch and he walks over to Lola.

"Hey Lola I need to talk to you about something." I hear him say.

"What?" She replies. I peer over the couch and her back is towards me. Adrenaline is coursing through me. I haven't done this since I was in foster care and I had to pick pocket people for money to feed myself. "Well spit it out Harold I got shit to do." Lola harshly says.