Bad Idea (Hariana)

036. WHO KNEW SHE COULD DO THAT ?

HARRY

I was now sitting in a dressing room with all of me and Blair's friends, waiting for her to get changed and join us for the after party of the Billboard Awards.

Chelsea was no where to be found, and I figured she most likely left due to sheer embarrassment. That was besides the fact, though, because tonight was about Blair and her amazing achievement.

A subtle knock was heard on the door behind all of us, making the 4 of us turn our heads around quickly with pure excitement. It had to be blair.

None of us got an opportunity to really congratulate her or talk to her after her award, as she was ushered backstage quickly.

"Come in!" I cooed excitedly, pulling open the large and heavy wooden door. I stepped aside and held the door open, awaiting the second I would see my girlfriend.

"We need to fucking talk, Harry." Yelled a deep mans voice. A pair of angry footsteps stormed into the dressing room and slammed the door behind them, making everyone in the room jump in fear.

Scooter fucking Braun.

I knew he was mad about Blair firing him, but not this mad. His entire face and neck was red and glistening with sweat.

"What the hell is wrong with you, Harry?" Scooter began to yell at me. He made sure he was right up in my personal space, wagging his bony finger a few inches in front of my eyes.

"Look, Scooter—" I began to grow angry. Could I not have one singular thing without someone ruining it for me or my girlfriend?

The door clicked open again.

In stepped the small figure of Blair, wearing a tight black dress and a long flowing ponytail. "Scooter?" She asked, utterly confused. I was positive she heard the commotion from in the hallway outside of the dressing room.

"I'm not here to fucking talk to you, Klein. I'm here to have a word or two with your asshole boyfriend." He scoffed, pushing Blair backwards and away from me.

She stumbled backwards slightly, her best friends watching the entire scene fold out in front of us. Troye gasped as Mikey grabbed onto Blair's wrist, not letting her fall onto the ground.

A look of pure passion and anger spread across my girlfriends face, as if she had finally hand enough and was ready to snap.

"Don't put your fucking hands on her, Scooter!" i raised my voice. My hand hovered slightly above his left wrist in case he made another advancement towards Blair. I lost all of my trust in him.

"Don't tell me what the fuck to do, Harry." Scooter yelled back, pushing at my chest.  Behind me, i could hear the loud gasps of victoria and troye as they watched the fight intently.

On the other side of the room, Mikey kept a close eye on Blair, in case Scooter moved towards her again. "You know what, Scooter?!" blair screamed and balled her fists.

Her heels clicked across the wooden floor as she moved in between Scooter and I, ignoring my presence.

In what seemed like a matter of two seconds, her tiny fist collided with Scooters face, knocking him backwards slightly. "Fuck you for ruining everything good in my life!" She yelled as he stumbled backwards.