Blackmail. (A Harry Styles Imagine)

One: Friday's

(Story inspired by my dream. This story is also dedicated to my friend Arantza who loves One d Direction and Harry)

"Yo, Rube! You comin' to the party tonight?"

"You'll show up right?"

"There's a party tonight Rube!"

"I'll see you at the party tonight Rube."

Always.

The same comments every Friday about the same boring party that always just ends up with me getting a headache from the loud music.

I wish I could be more like my friends Jules, Crystal, and Jasper.

Fun fact: my squad is called Gems because they're all named after Rocks? Gems? Stones? I don't know, something like that. They think that I'm "The Leader" because my name is all Gems.

They're always so excited whenever there's a party. Every Friday they freak out like it was the first party they have ever gone to.

It just gets so boring. Doing the same thing every Friday and seeing the exact same house and the exact same teenagers getting drunk and doing who knows what.

I just want something new.

"Rube, Did you hear me?" Crystal asks, snapping her fingers in front of my face causing me to jerk out of my daydream.

"Hm? Oh yeah. I'll be there." I say, referring to the party. She squeals and claps her hands.

"What are you gonna wear?" She asks eagerly and I sigh. The bell rings, indicating that lunch is now over.

"The same thing I wore last week. And the week before that. And the week before that." I sigh as I pick up my bag and start walking towards the exit.

On my way to my locker, I think about the pros and cons of living my life.

Pro: I have three amazing best friends.

Con:

"Oops."

What kind of an idiot expects other people to believe it was an accident when they say "oops" before the dang accident happens?

His shoulder roughly comes in contact with mine and I groan in annoyance.

"What do you want Edward?"

Con: Harry Edward Styles

The school's perfect golden boy, straight-A student, jock, acts all goody-goody around teachers.

That's just a mask.

I know him as the school's perfect fuck boy, straight pain in the ass student, and is a complete asshole to me.

"Whoa, someone's in a bad mood. Did you see Zayn with his new girl?" He asks.

Zayn Malik.

My crush ever since he shared his animal crackers with me in third grade.

He's the only perfect guy up in this bi-

"No, I didn't see Zayn with his new skank. Plus, I don't even like him anymore." I lie, trying to put in my combination.

"69, 73, 91, 83-"

"Really?" I huff in frustration after putting 73 in the combination.

The bell rings and I groan because if it weren't for this idiot, I wouldn't have been late to Spanish.