Blackmail. (A Harry Styles Imagine)

Six: Pot

   (⚠️ = kinda cringe
  ⚠️⚠️= Cringe
⚠️⚠️⚠️= I just died from cringing so bad)

Oh Mondays.

I fucking hate them.

Something new always happens on Fridays at that dang party, making the aftermath suck.

Especially if it's about you.

Which in this case, I'm Mia Kalifa in this dang porno.

Just last week, what happened at the party was Jason Howard catching his girlfriend, Emma Green, sleeping with some college kid.

But it all blew over by Thursday. I'm just hoping this blows over by. . .I don't kno- Monday!

After I hit my snooze button for the fourth time, I finally get up and get dressed.

A large hoodie, leggings, and my black Vans.

I put my hair up into a messy bun...ha, just kidding, I just always wanted to say that.

I put my hair into a ponytail so that it's over my shoulder. I straighten my bangs and once I realized I looked like shit, I took the ponytail off.

I head downstairs and-

"Hey hun, I made some breakfast if you wa-"

"No thanks." I blankly respond to the voice coming from the kitchen.

The same voice I dreaded hearing at 4 in the morning when he came home just to get money for more booze.

It makes me sick.

I practically yeet myself off the face of the Earth when I hear the car in my driveway beep.

The window rolls down and I see Harry looking stupid with a pair of black sunglasses on.

"Hey. . .girlfriend. You excited to go to school?" He asks in a bittersweet tone. I roll my eyes and walk past his car.

"Where're you going?" He asks and I put my headphones on.

"School."

"Yeah, but I was gonna take you there." He states in a tone that lets me know just about how stupid he is.

"No, Edward. That's just gonna add to the pot." I yell over the music playing out of my left headphone.

"The pot?" He asks, confused. I sigh and give up, heading to him stupid car with an even stupider driver.

"The tea pot. Ya know? Hot gossip and stuff. You're gonna add to it by driving me to school." I state.

"Well, what's the point of having a pot if you're not gonna use it to boil stuff up?" He smirks.

"What's the point of you having a dick if you never leave a girl satisfied." I mumble, loud enough for him to hear me.

He puts his hands over his heart and sighs dramatically.

"Words hurt, Ambie. Words hurt."

I roll my eyes and he backs out of the driveway.

- - -

Mumbles.

Whispers.

Pointing fingers.

Eyes in our direction.

Everyone, and I mean everyone in the Senior halls was doing at least one of those things.

"You're like Beyonce and I'm Jay Z." Harry whispers in my ear. I roll my eyes.