Superstar

"Imma tell you what to say and you're gonna say it, okay?" He said with a harsh expression.

"Ye- yes. Sir." I stuttered.

He always was like this when he wanted me to complete a task. He knew how to get me to do what he wanted.

Intimidation.

"And imma tell you what to do and you're gonna do it, correct?" He said, his eyes grazing over my face searching for an answer.

"Yes. I will." I answered once again.

"Okay then, go get Harry Styles."