Blackmail. (A Harry Styles Imagine)

Three: First

Once Danielle busted her ass on a glass table, we all headed back down to the basement.

"So, where were we?" Jasper asks and he looks over at me, nodding as if asking me if I planned it out. I nod and smirk at him letting him know.

"Oh, we were asking Rube who she's dating." Niall states and I sit up with a deep breath.

"Harry."

"What?!"

I flinch as I hear all of them shout at once. They all look dumbfounded, besides Jasper, and Niall looks inconvenienced.

"No. There's no way. You and Harry hate each other. Plus, he just stays in his room all day doing nothing." Niall states.

Take note that Harry and Niall are roommates.

Jasper snorts. "Think about what you just said. If Harry stays locked in his room, it's probably because  snuck in or something."

I look over at him with a thankful look and he nods his head.

"I'm calling Harry." Niall says as he gets up and heads up the stairs.

I really do hope Harry holds up his end of the deal.

"Why am I coming down here again?" I hear Harry say from the top of the stairs.

"I just wanna see something." Niall says back to him.

They both appear at the bottom at the stairs and Harry has an annoyed look on his face.

Until he sees me.

His annoyed face turns into a smug look with a smirk on his lips.

I glare at him as if to tell him, "you better not screw this up."

"Hey babe, I was looking for you," Harry says in a tone that only I find sarcastic, considering I'm so used to it.

Everyone's jaws are on the floor, except for Jasper, as they stare at Harry, who is making his way over to me.

"Yeah. . .uh b-babe. I was just playing with my friends." I smile a smile only he knows is fake.

"I missed you." He sits down next to me and heads to give me a kiss, but I quickly look away and smile awkwardly as his lips make contact with my cheek.

The room is quiet for a few seconds before Billie says, "I smell bullshit." The others start a loud conversation on how they agree.

"What are you guys talking about?" Harry asks in fake confusion. I look over at him and then back to the group to see if they believe us.

"Well, uh, sweetheart?" What the fu- "They think that we are lying. That we really aren't. . .dating." I smile at him and he laughs.

"Why would they possibly believe that? You didn't give them a reason to think that did you?" He teases.

I give him a fake laugh before grabbing his hand, a bit tightly, I might add.

"Well, since you're sometimes a complete ass and you always cause our arguments, therefore us always being mad at each other, they think I hate you." I smile.

He laughs and squeezes my hand equally as hard.

"Well, if you weren't such a pain in my ass, we wouldn't have those arguments, now wound we?" I look around again and they still look unconvinced.

"Yeah, I'm not buying it." Grayson states and the others nod I'm agreement.

"Prove it." Ethan smirks and I blink.