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Holly
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| 12:47AM |

"No!" I scream in fear at the top of my lungs, bolting up from my awful slumber with rapid breath and a racing, thought-filled mind.

Harry awakes immediately after the sound of my ear piercing scream echoes throughout the claustrophobic room.

"What happened?!" Harry asks, worry in his sleepy green eyes.

I lye back down on the bouncy bed, bringing the thin, fluffy blanket up to my chest.

"Just a nightmare." I breathe out.

Harry lies back down, our faces inches apart in the small double bed.

Harry kisses my forehead before kindly telling me to go back to sleep.

I turn my body the other way, facing the plain brick wall of the small motel Harry and I staying at.

My eyes are fully awake and so is my mind, there is no way in hell I can go easily back into sleep mode after that horrifying nightmare.

I've had nightmares in my time being a doll, but none like this. This really made me scared...it felt so real.

I had dreamt that Harry and I had already planned to ditched The Dollhouse with this guy called Jax, and I had found out Liz was the killer in The Dollhouse all along and then I violently stabbed her repeatedly and after that, to bring me to the hottest boiling point of fright, I had randomly murdered Dakota.

It was a gruesomely explicit dream, filled with blood and gore. The terrible scenes replay in my mind.

Great, this the last thing I need: To be scared. I don't want to be scared and tired for tomorrow, I want to be up, ready, and full of adrenaline...because I've been waiting for tomorrow for a very long time, six months to be specific.

Tomorrow Harry and I are going to ditch the dolls and The Dollhouse. I'm so excited to start living as I should be; a normal eighteen year old girl.

It feels really odd referring to myself as a 'normal eighteen year old girl' because in all honesty, I feel nothing of one. I really hope I get to experience being a normal eighteen year old girl without my - soon to be - past of being a doll reflecting onto everything I do. I just want to forget about when I was a doll so I can be an eighteen year old again, especially before I soon turn nineteen.

After what feels like hours plainly staring at the plain brick wall thinking about my scary nightmare, I finally fall asleep.

| 8:30AM |

"Holly," Harry whispers, stroking my cheek with his finger, waking me up from my short sleep.

My eyes are blinded by the shining sun beaming through the tall window of the motel.

I put my hand over my eyebrows, creating shade for my eyes to see properly.

"G'Morning, Harry" I say with a small yawn.

Harry gets out of the uncomfortable bed, exposing his toned, tanned, half naked body. "I had an awful sleep." he says.

"You're telling me." I reply, hugging the thin blanket.

Harry stretches, "Okay," he yawns, "we gotta get going."

I groan with tiredness and pull the blanket over my head.

Harry walks over to my side of the bed and pulls the blanket away from my head.

"I just want to sleep forever" I say.

Harry giggles and picks up his black t-shirt from off the carpet floor, putting it on over his head. He thens puts on his leather jacket.

I sit cross legged on the bed, exhausted and cold. The only source of warmth is the surprisingly shining sun, but even that isn't enough on this winter day.

"Come on," Harry says, "get dressed." Harry slips on his jeans and throws me the hoodie and pair of leggings I've been wearing since the night Vincent kidnapped me.

I put on my clothes and plait my hair, leaving it on the side.

Harry and I leave the motel, and as soon as we step outside, the once beautiful sun no longer shines upon us as it hides in the dark, fluffy clouds, creating darkness and freezing cold air to surround us. Oh, how I hate winter.

My teeth begin to chatter as goosebumps form on my delicate skin. When Harry notices how cold I am, he generously gives me his black leather jacket to wear over my grey hoodie.

"But you'll be cold." I say, digging my hands into the pockets of my hoodie.

"I'll be fine" Harry smiles, denying the cold goosebumps on his shivering body.

As Harry and I walk down the path of Main Street, I'm taken by surprise when I notice the same coffee shop as the one in my nightmare. I stop and blink a couple times... How weird.

"Are you okay?" Harry asks, "you look tense..."

I snap out of my daze, "I'm fine," I say, "just a bit hungry."

Harry holds my hand and we enter the coffee shop... It really does look drastically familiar to the one in my nightmare. I see the same sandwiches in the display window... The same tables... What am I doing? I shouldn't be worried. It's just déjà vu.

Harry and I take our seats across from each other on a small wooden table.

"What's up with you this morning..." Harry says, but I ignore him as I daze off once again rethinking about the seemingly real nightmare.

"Holly?" Harry repeats himself.

"Holly?" Harry clicks his fingers in front of my face, and I snap out of my daze once again.

I sigh, "Sorry."

"Are you sure you're okay?"

"I'm fine, Harry! I'm just still feeling a bit...strange after my dream last night."

"Your scream made me so scared. I thought Vincent came into the motel room or something."

Vincent. I forgot about him. He's dead in my dreams, but he's still well and alive in real life.

"Haha," I awkwardly laugh, "About Vincent...what happens with him now..."

"Zayn will take care of Vincent. Don't worry, darling."

I bury my head in my hands with a stream of frustration getting into my mind. Again: just like my nightmare! Basically the same coffee shop, now Zayn killing Vincent.

Harry grasps my wrists gently, pulling my hands away from my face.

"What happened in your nightmare?" Harry asks.

I shake my head, "Just... Murder...Zayn killed Vincent...this 'Jax' guy-"

"Jax? J-Jax was in your dream..." Harry says, sounding worried.

"Yeah...weird because you've never actually mentioned him to me."

"I think I have, actually. What happened in your dream with Jax?"

"Nothing... He was a nice guy; drove us to The Dollhouse. I also remember he was, like, friends with Zayn and Vincent...well, ex-friends with Vincent"

"Okay. Well, Jax definitely is not friends with Zayn, that's certain... But friends with Vincent that's correct. No ones heard or seen Jax in years though, rumours say he's moved to France"

"Why?"

"As I said, no one knows. He's not a bad guy, well to me anyway, but he's done some bad things..."

"Hmm." I hum.

A waitress with brown frizzy hair walks over to Harry and I's table, handing us two menus with a bright smile.

"Another waitress will be at your table when you're ready to order. Water?"

"Yes, please." I say.

The waitress leaves and soon returns with two glass cups of water. We thank her and she walks off.

"Two grilled cheese?" Harry looks at the menu, knowing grilled cheese sandwiches are one of my favourite foods.

"Yep." I grin.

Harry and I chat for a few minutes before a waitress with blonde hair rather slowly walks to our table. The blonde waitress gives off a mean vibe as she walks over. Her head is held down and her hands are hidden in her apron pocket. She doesn't even look at Harry and I.

Harry and I are still chatting but when the blonde waitress stops at our table, our heads quickly turn to look at her. Who Harry and I see is so surprising it sends shivers down my spine. I look over to Harry, even he looks shocked. No...it can't be...

"Elsie?"

A/N: the return of Zayn's doll lmao hi