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Holly
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From the moment I woke up a heavy sigh left my lips. Harry was sleeping peacefully by my side. He looked so beautiful, like he always does when he is asleep. His hair was untouched, his skin was outshining the gloomy skies of this particular winter morning, and his eyelashes were always mesmerising for me to stare at. They were so long and pretty.

I knew I couldn't just lye down in bed and stare at Harry, the morning hours were fading and I had a place to be and a person I needed to desperately speak with. So, with that, I hopped out of bed, got dressed and left the motel room. I left a note for Harry to know I went out, so he doesn't get worried. I didn't want to stir him up. Especially since I'm planning on confronting him about Lauryn later.

So, now, I walk at a steady pace through the quiet streets as rain pours down over me. I haven't felt this alone - and free - in a while. I like it.

As I cross the street to get to my destination, paranoia builds up inside me and unneeded thoughts battle in my head. The last thing I need to do is overthink. Overthinking always messes me up.

I open the door and step into the warm cafe - my destination. The reason I am here is because this is where Elsie works, as I learnt the other day, and I really need to speak with her. Last night Elsie left me with so many questions to ask about Harry, Lauryn, and basically everything.

I stand in the doorway of the cafe, still dripping wet from the heavy rain outside. There aren't a lot of people in here, only about five, including staff. I look around the cafe, searching for Elsie when a tap on my shoulder startles me.

"Relax," I turn around to see Elsie, "just me."

Elsie looks different to than she did yesterday. She's dressed in a plain white crop top and jeans, and she wears an black apron over her casual attire. Elsie's blonde hair is worn in her natural curls, and she's wearing only her red lipstick. A trademark of hers I've noticed ever since I met her as Zayn's doll.

"Um," I shyly put my hands in my jacket pockets, "I need to talk with you."

"Yeah, thought you would've wanted to talk." Elsie says, leaning on the doorframe.

"Not here. Somewhere private. I've got a lot to ask you."

"Here," Elsie grabs my hand, "follow me."

I follow Elsie to a door at the back of the cafe. Elsie opens the door and I am again greeted by the presence of pouring rain, but only the sight and fresh smell, as we're protected by a roof.

Elsie sits down on a chair and lights a cigarette as I stand there awkwardly. She's very intimidating. I don't know why.

Elsie holds out another cigarette to me, "you want a cigarette?"

"No. I don't." I reply.

"So?" Elsie breathes out smoke, "anything in particular you wanted to speak to me about?"

"Uh, yeah. You never really gave me an explanation yesterday as to why I shouldn't trust Harry and Lauryn."

"God," Elsie rolls her ocean blue eyes, "don't even get me started on Lauryn."

"I don't know much about her." I say, taking a seat on a wooden chair behind me.

"Well, she acts all fucking perfect. All pretty, and sweet, then she gets you. She turns on you. Harry's already interfered with her, he's a goner. You, well, just make sure you don't get anywhere fucking near her. She's not only cruel, but crazy intimidating." Elsie says, as she sits slouching on the chair whilst smoke passes her red lips.

"More intimidating than you?"

Elsie laughs, "you think I'm intimidating?"

"Not in a mean way, I just... Even when I met you back when you were Zayn's doll. I don't know, I've always found you..."

"Frightening?" Elsie finishes my sentence.

"Along those lines... I'm in no way scared of you, though." I cross my arms.

Elsie stands up and walks a few steps over to me. She smells of vanilla and smoke. A strange combination, but it's much like Elsie and I right now. Of course, I'm the vanilla and she's the smoke.

"You sure you're not scared of me?" Elsie asks.

"Positive." I stand up, now I'm taller than Elsie as my high heels battle her dirty converses.

"I'm a bit scared of you, I'll be honest." Elsie says.

As soon as the words leave Elsie's mouth, laughter erupts within me. Me? Scary? Now, those are two words usually not associated together when it comes to me.

"You're very good at keeping your calm. I find that scary. You've literally seen your best friends die right before your eyes, you've been pretty much in doubt of everything since you came into this whole Dollhouse mess. You're very collected. I'm scared of it." Elsie says, not once making eye contact with me.

It surprises me how I come off to people. I am the least calmest person I know.

"I'm very collected until I'm left alone. When I'm alone, the psychopath comes out of me."

"So... Being alone is, like, your happy place?" Elsie asks me.

"You consider being a psychopath 'happy'?" I ask, stepping back a few small steps.

"Well, I'm living a pretty happy life. You look like you are, too." Elsie says, stopping closer to me.

Sometimes, I don't know what Elsie means. She always twists words. I don't know whether it's to make people feel intimidated by her or not, but she's definitely hard to read.

"I'm not a psychopath. I was just using a figure of speech." I say.

"I wouldn't tell lies now, Doll." Elsie whispers, cupping my face. I smack her hands away. I don't need this intimidation. Why is she suddenly acting so weird?

"Get away from me. I'm not a stupid doll anymore." I almost yell. Why should I put up with this?

I hate it when anyone addresses me as 'doll'. I can't fucking stand it. I won't take it from Harry anymore, and I most certainly won't take it from Elsie. No matter how intimidated I feel by her. If I had the guts, I would slap her right now. I could, our bodies are so close. But God knows what she can do; she's a secret psychopath. You can see it in her deceiving eyes.

"Oh, Doll. If you weren't a 'stupid doll' anymore you wouldn't be here begging me for answers to your paranoia. You would run away."

"I have run away! I'm not in The Dollhouse anymore!"

Now I'm getting angry, and this time, I don't think it's the fact that I'm hot-headed. It's the fact that I've had enough of people taking my simple requests and turning them into confronting, psychotic situations. Everything I do can never be enough.

Elsie shakes her head. "Oh my God, Holly! You didn't run away, I fucking ran away!"

"You don't know me, Elsie. To leave The Dollhouse was Harry and I's-"

Elsie covers my mouth with her hand, shutting me up. I can't believe the level of immaturity this girl holds. Why won't she just let me goddamn speak.

"You ran away with Harry. You're his fucking doll and he is your owner. Do you seriously think he loves you?" Elsie quiets down, now holding my shaking hands. I didn't even realise I was shaking, I probably was due to the level of intensity.

I sigh as I blink a tear away, "I have to go. Thank you for... Whatever."

"Wait... You're not crying, are you?" Elsie asks, sounding sympathetic. She probably realises now that she went overboard.

"I'm fine." I cross my arms and look away. I don't even want to look at her hypnotising eyes.

Elsie and I stand in silence for a few seconds, just taking in the moment. I was expecting her to apologise, but Elsie being Elsie, just smoked her cigarette and ignored eye contact.

"I have to go." I speak up.

As I turn the knob on the door, Elsie says my name. I turn around and finally, she apologises. I deserve this apology.

"Forgive me? I want to genuinely speak with you about Lauryn and Harry. I think you may be in danger." Elsie says with her arms crossed.

I shake my head slowly, "I can't talk about this right now. Another time."

"I'll come round tonight when Harry is with Lauryn."

"How do you know Harry will be with Lauryn?" I ask, my eyebrows shooting up.

"I know everything, Holly." Elsie says. "I'll see you later."

| At The Motel |

I unlock the motel room entrance door and am welcomed by an unamused Harry. He stares at me with his arms crossed and his expression plain. Harry looks kind of angry, and I can already predict why. Because I went out without him. He really needs to get over himself.

"Hello..." I say, walking straight past him, purposely hitting his shoulder.

Harry closes the door and then turns around to face me, "I was worried. Where did you go?"

I cross my arms. "Where did you go last night?" I change the subject.

"I already told you. I went to Zayn's." Harry lies. I know exactly where he went. He went to see Lauryn.

"Zayn? Didn't he murder Vincent? Oh wait, that was Lauryn." I say, without thinking.

I hate speaking about Vincent. A part of me is still traumatised from the time he kidnapped me. I thought I was gonna die.

"Lauryn? Lauryn has nothing to do with anything." Harry lies once again. He must think he's got me fooled, but he couldn't be any more incorrect. He's not making eye contact with me, he's fiddling with his hands. He's a straight up liar.

I roll my eyes at Harry's ignorance. "Ugh, you know what? I'll speak to you later. I'm too frustrated right now."

I lye down on the bed and pick up Dakota's copy of 'Mockingjay' and begin reading as Harry gives me a dirty look.

"Why are you so... Overprotective?" Harry says.

I cannot believe how hypocritical Harry is. Did he seriously just ask me why I'm so 'overprotective'? He must be fucking kidding me. He calls me overprotective, when I can't even go out for an hour without his 'permission'. What an idiot.

I scoff, "You're the overprotective one. As soon as I came here you looked so angry. Can't I have one hour to myself?"

Harry walks over to my side of the bed and sits down next to me. "I was worried."

I sit up and place my book on the beside table. "Why? Why were you worried?"

"You could've gotten hurt, or lost, I don't know. I can't help but worry." Harry says, stroking my cheek. His touch is warming. It always is.

I sigh, "We really need to talk."

"I think we're fine." Harry shrugs.

"Harry, we both know there's something going on."

As soon as I say that, Harry's eyes widen and his skin turns pale. He looks awfully nervous... It makes me worried...

"You know something, do you?" Harry says, looking down.

"Well... I don't."

I decide on not telling Harry about how I've seen Elsie and how I'm planning on seeing her more. Piecing things together, it seems as if Elsie and Harry have something they know that I don't. It would explain the awkwardness Harry expressed when we saw first saw Elsie at the cafe.

"Let's go out. You can tell me what's been bothering you." Harry says, kissing my forehead.

"Harry," I say, "you have just as much to tell me as I have to tell you."

Harry stays silent. Instead of speaking, he holds my hand and guides me out of the motel room with him. It's still raining outside, but I don't mind it. I've been missing time with Harry.

I don't even want to tell Harry everything I know, so I won't. I want to wait until I know everything, and I know Elsie will provide me with the answers I need. So, for now, I will stay silent. It's the smartest thing I can do.

A/N: drag me down video is so good they look amazing