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Twelve

A/N: I was listening to this song (Apocalyptic by Halestorm) on repeat while I wrote this chapter, so I thought I'd add it so you guys could do the same if you wanted to

Harry Styles

She thinks she's so fucking smart, doesn't she?

I watch the color drain from her face while she stares at the tiny camera in my hands.

I noticed it the moment she put it on the mirror. After a minute of thinking, I figured out her plan and went along with it. I wanted her to feel accomplished and smart for a little while before I completely crushed her. I listened to her obviously fake story and pretended to get mad about it, when really I was mad about the fact that she was trying to use this footage against me.

Now, I'm past mad. I'm furious. She put everything on the line by doing this. She was ready to ruin my career, image, and everything in between. Even my family life would be jeopardized if that video got out.

"I- How did you—" She stutters in disbelief, not expecting this at all.

"Complete sentences, Aubrey." I smirk down at her.

"I was just trying to—"

"Catch me doing coke on camera?" I know she saw me that night in my apartment. She wanted to use this footage against me. Make herself feel a little powerful.

"But you—" She can't form a sentence right now, too in shock that I busted her for this in the first place.

"You were trying to hold the footage over me, right? Use it to convince me to be nicer to your poor sensitive little self, huh?" I let myself in and shut the door behind me, her stepping back with every step I take forward.

She slowly nods, completely defeated right now.

"Wanna know what I think of that?" I lean my face in close to her's, watching her body recoil in fear as she feels my breath on her skin.

I don't wait for a response, throwing the small camera against the floor behind her and hearing it shatter into a million pieces. She jumps at the sound, eyes squinting and body tensing up. I then go the extra mile, swiping her phone from her hands quickly.

I delete the app I know she was trying to look at the footage on, getting rid of even our violent banter in the car. I then toss the phone to the side of her, making her jump again at the noise of it crashing to the floor. I know the thing is fine, possibly a crack or two in the screen, but nothing money can't fix.

"How did you know?" She spits out a full sentence after recovering from the shattering noise of the camera along with the crash of her phone to the floor.

"I told you that you were easy to read, sunshine." I shrug.

She probably felt so clever when I said that in the car. She thought she had me right where she wanted me, but really I was the one fooling her. The pure confusion on her face is one of the best things I've ever seen. She takes a deep breath, her features hardening in frustration with me.

"If you would've just treated me with some basic respect, I wouldn't have had to do this! I can't just sit around and let you scream at me over minuscule shit like wine on your stupid boots!" She defends herself, her voice straining due to the amount of screaming matches we've had over our few short weeks together.

"So me yelling at you is the equivalent of you trying to ruin my career?!" I reference to what she wanted to catch on tape. She knows what that would cost me if it got out.

"I wasn't really going to use it, Harry!" she groans and throws her head back for a moment, "I needed something to hold over you! I wouldn't actually do that!"