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Holly
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"Harry...Holly..." Elsie says, looking nervous.

How strange to see Elsie, of all people, here. I thought Zayn let Elsie go so she can follow her dreams and attend the art school she wanted to go to, but obviously, that fact is incorrect.

"How's art school?" I ask, awkwardly.

"Art sc- oh, yes, yes. Art school is great." Elsie says. She's an awful liar.

"Funny seeing you guys this far away from The Dollhouse." Elsie says, pulling out a chair from the table next to us and sitting down.

"Um, yeah." Harry says.

"Found your killer yet?" Elsie asks.

When the words leave Elsie's mouth, shivers are sent down my spine. I don't recall ever mentioning a killer in The Dollhouse to Elsie...

"What?"

"What?" Elsie says in a defensive tone.

"Can we just order now?" Harry says.

"Sure," Elsie rolls her eyes and takes out a small notepad from her apron pocket, "What would you guys like?" Elsie stands up from the chair.

"Two grilled cheese." Harry says, nodding a thank you.

Elsie scribbles the order down on her notepad and quickly scurries away without bidding goodbye.

The situation with Elsie was just plain awkward. I remember her telling me Sientistic, the art school she is 'attending', isn't even in England. It just doesn't make sense. Why would she lie?

"Well," Harry says, "that was awkward."

"Has Zayn mentioned Elsie since he let her go?"

"No... Not to me, anyway."

Harry and I chat for a few minutes before I excuse myself to go to the bathroom.

When I walk into the ladies room, I do my business and just sit in the toilet stall for a short while, thinking.

When I get out, I see Elsie is washing her hands. I go to wash my hands next to her.

"Ah," Elsie says, "we meet again."

"Haha," I awkwardly laugh, "yep."

After washing my hands, I try and walk past Elsie to exit, but she blocks me away from the door.

"Can't we chat?" Elsie says, putting her now dry hands on my shoulders.

I sigh, "Hello."

"Hey, Holly."

"So... How's art school?" I awkwardly ask. Jesus, can't she just let me leave the bathroom?

"Fine. How are you?"

"I'm okay... So, where's you art school located?"

Elsie sighs, "Paris."

"Paris? What're you doing in London waitressing at a coffee shop, then?"

"I gotta save up for a ticket to go their, duh. I'm almost at my goal financially, so hopefully, I'll be in Paris soon."

"Seems cool."

"It is."

Elsie and I awkwardly stand alone in the ladies bathroom, our arms are crossed as I look around, avoiding conversation.

"Let's talk about The Dollhouse" Elsie says.

"Why would you care about The Dollhouse anymore?"

"Because once you're out you miss it a bit, just a warning."

"Uh... Okay... I better get going. Bye." I scurry out of the bathroom, honestly feeling quite paranoid at this stage. Why would she add 'just a warning' to the end of her sentence? How could she possible know Harry and I are leaving The Dollhouse...

I sit back down with Harry. We talk about meaningless things as we munch into our grilled cheese delightful goodnesses.

| 9:12AM |

Harry and I walk down Main Street hand in hand as the cold winter snowflakes gently hit our skin.

"How are we gonna get to places? We haven't got a car?" I question Harry. It's true, though. We haven't got any clothes besides the ones we're wearing, and we haven't got any transportation besides walking.

"I have a car?"

"Where is it, though?"

"At The Doll...oh..."

"Hmm. See? And plus, we need to get out clothes, and pack, and ugh."

"I guess we can go back to The Dollhouse... Ten minutes. Ten minutes only. Just to get a few things then leave."

It makes me shiver just thinking about The Dollhouse, even though I was there a couple days ago. I just never, ever, ever want to go back. But realistically, I know Harry and I have to.

Harry calls Zayn to come pick us up, and Zayn arrives shortly after the call, already have been driving around Main Street.

| Outside The Dollhouse |

"Well, good luck. Call me if you need anything, always here." Zayn kindly says.

"Alright," Harry opens the car door, "talk soon."

I bid Zayn goodbye before climbing out of Zayn's Mercedes Benz behind Harry. Zayn waves and speeds off. Well, here goes nothing.

"Ten minutes, okay? Be out here in ten minutes." Harry says, already racing inside. I run with him before we part our separate ways upstairs.

I run into the girls and I- I mean, the girls bedroom and get a small backpack and start packing a few clothes. I don't need much, Harry said we'll start fresh and buy new things.

When I'm done, I zip up my backpack and stand alone in the bedroom I used to call mine. Wow. Six long months. It seems like even longer. I've got to admit, the girls and I made some good memories in here. I'll never forget singing karaoke almost every night, I'll never forget all the long conversations the girls and I would all share at the latest hours, and of course, I'll never forget just the small nice memories I've shared with the beautiful girls I've gotten to know so well, like handing out Christmas presents... I've gotta say, although I am completely ecstatic about starting a new life with Harry, I'll miss these girls and the memories we've shared.

I hear a knock on the door and assume it's Harry telling me it's time to go, so I reply to the knocking with a friendly 'come in'.

"Lola! Just wait out here, haha!" I hear Dakota from behind the door. Dakota.

Dakota opens the door and walks up to me. Oh god, my sister. Oh, how I will miss her.

"Kota!" I exclaim, hugging her tightly. Dakota stands there awkwardly, confused out of her mind.

"Haha," Dakota chuckles, "what was that?"

I pull out of the embrace and stare at my confused sister with sadness in my eyes. I can't believe I'm just leaving her like this.

"Dakota, can we sit down and talk for a sec?" I say, sitting down on my bed... Sigh, I'll miss this bed. So comfortable.

"What's going on?" Dakota asks, sitting down next to me.

"I'm just gonna come out and say it, you're my sister and you deserve to know. I'm... I'm leaving The Dollhouse. With Harry." I come out and say it. No hesitation.

"Holly... I... Why?" Dakota asks, looking confused and sad.

"What do you mean 'why'? Just... Harry and I are leaving for good."

"What about the girls, Holly! What about me! I'm your older sister! How can you just leave like that? Do you really not care about me at all?!" Dakota almost yells. I flinch at the loud tone in her shaky voice.

"Really, Dakota? 'What about me'? What about me, Dakota? What about me for once?"

"Holly, I just... You're just gonna leave with Harry? Do the others even kn-"

"No! And they won't. I only told you because I need to... I need to say good-"

"This can't be forever, surely. What about when you leave? What about mum? What about dad? What about Fawna, Jim and Mayt? I'm not your only sibling! Are you gonna say bye to them, too?! Hell, you haven't even said hello in six months!"

I grunt in frustration. Dakota's not making this situation happy. I wish I could give her a normal goodbye... A hug, a kiss, a chat! Why is she acting like this? She should support me in Harry and I's decision to start a new life.

"Dakota, look. Harry and I want to start a new life; we want to forget."

Tears blur Dakota's eyes, "So, what? I'm just never gonna see you again?"

"I don't know, Dakota! I don't know! I just want to spend my potential last moment with you with some happiness!"

"Some happiness? Haha. Have fun with your murderer, kidnapper, sex and drug addicted boyfriend. Hope you have a great life together. Remember your older sister is proud of you." Dakota shouts sarcastically before storming off.

Was that really how the last moments with my sister played out? I never knew that it could end this way... I just thought I'd never see the day any of this would happen. This is unreal.

I rub my eyes before my tears start springing out. I grab my backpack and kiss the bedroom full of trauma and memories goodbye.

I run downstairs and stop at the front door. I look ahead of me to see the kitchen double doors open at the end of the long red painted hallway. I see the girls baking in the kitchen, all laughing and having a good time as they sing along with the stereo to 'She Will Be Loved' by Maroon 5. Juliet's giggling as she places the cookie tray in the oven, Macy's singing the lyrics of the song with dramatic arm movements, Liz is sketching in her notebook while doing little dance moves, and Lola's laughing as she and Dakota waltz around the kitchen. When Macy accidentally falls, all the girls crack up in laughter before hugging Macy, then singing the song all together.

'And she will be lo-o-oved!" Juliet, Macy, Liz, Lola and Dakota all sing in harmony as they all funnily waltz around the kitchen. I smile at the scene.

Suddenly, Harry taps my shoulder. "We gotta go." He says.

Harry opens the front door and goes outside. Before I follow him out, I give one last look at the group of girls I'm glad to call my best friends - no, my sisters.

Bye girls.

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