*photo of Holly attatched*

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Holly

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"Sarah."

As soon as my mind identifies that Sarah is missing, my body bolts up and my brain switches on. Sarah wasn't there when we were saying our goodbyes to Niall, Liam, Louis, Zayn and the others, and she wasn't in the limo, either. I just don't understand how the girls and I could forget that we're missing a girl. An individual. A friend. We all must've been so caught up in the fun that we forgot about Sarah.

I get up from bed and run out of the bedroom. I immediately bump into Harry as soon as I leave the door.

"Harry!" I say, too loudly.

"Yes?"

"Sarah! We left her! She's n-not in the room!" I panic.

"Holly, calm down"

"Calm down? Where's Sarah?"

"Just... Come with me. I'll explain everything." Harry sighs.

Harry grabs my hand a little too forcefully and hurriedly leads me to his bedroom.

Once were in Harry's bedroom, I take a seat on his bed, and he stands a few metres away from me.

"What's going on?" I ask, sighing.

"Sarah..." Harry looks down, "Sarah's dead."

I gasp, "D-Dead?! What the hell are you t-"

"I got Clive to kill her"

"Why? What did she do wrong?!" At this point, tears start rolling down my cheeks.

"Oh, she would've known perfectly what she did. Fucking disgusting bitch."

"Jesus Christ. What did she do?"

"She started the dungeon fire."

Harry thinks Sarah started the dungeon fire. Oh my god. My heart has sunken to the floor as even more tears start to blur my eyes. I would've been dead... But he thought it was Sarah. It should've been me left to die.

"St-Started the fire?"

"Yeah. Fucking slut."

"How... How would you know, though?" I say, looking accidentally suspicious.

"I checked the working security cameras."

"But..."

"Go to bed, Holly, I don't want to talk about this. Sarah's dead. She's gone. The end."

"The end?! What the hell? Sarah was my friend!" I say, my own tears starting to burn my cheeks.

"Guess what, Holly?" Harry fake smiles.

"Jesus Christ. What?!"

"I don't really give a fuck."

I sit there in the moment of silence. Sarah's dead and it's all my fault. She was so nice, the kindest of all the dolls. Now she's gone. Because of me.

"Go to bed, Holly." Harry says, plainly.

I follow Harry's orders and walk back to the dolls and I's bedroom, the whole walk me bursting into a quiet fit of uncontrollable tears.

Once I get back into bed, I silently cry more until my eyes shut and my mind turns off.

| The Next Day |

I told all of the dolls everything Harry told me about Sarah and her death. They are just as devastated as I am. Juliet the most, seeing as her and Sarah were the closest pair.

The dolls, Harry and I are all eating lunch in complete silence. None of us speak, all you can hear is the sound of breathing, chewing and emotional distraught in the echoing room. I'm sitting next to Liz and Dakota at the end of the table, furthest away from Harry. I don't even want to look at him.

As lunch ends, the girls and I start cleaning and packing up. Lola and Juliet wash the dishes, Dakota and Evie pack up, Macy and Liz sweep the floors, and I clean the benches. The moment is extremely awkward, since none of us wish to speak, but then Juliet does.

"Seems like we lose another girl every day" Juliet rolls her eyes.

"Why her though? She did nothing wrong." Lola says, furrowing her eyebrows.

"Apparently, she started the dungeon fire..." I say.

"So what? She started a fire. It was probably an accident. She didn't have to fucking die!" Juliet yells.

"Harry's just a dirty, worthless, evil, cowardly dic-"

Lola is cut off by Harry, "Hello."

"Hello, Harry" all the girls say at the same time.

"I'll be out for a bit, I'm catching up with Clive. I'll be back at around four." Harry winks and then leaves.

Great, Clive. There's officially no one I hate more than Clive. Murderer, kidnapper, and drug addict. But then again, that's exactly what Harry is.

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Harry

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I walk into the small, old fashioned cafe, where I'll be meeting Clive. The furniture is authentic, and there's only about two other people in here, which is good.

I see Clive sitting at a little table, and I go to meet him there.

"Greetings." Clive says as he sees me. I take a seat in front of him.

"Well done, Clive. Sarah's gone." I smirk with a sudden feeling of evil accomplishment.

"What was the exact reason on why Sarah Newman had to be killed, anyway?" Clive asks me, taking a sip of his coffee, holding the mug with two hands as he slouches in his chair.

"I thought I already told you?"

"Must've forgotten..."

"Well, Sarah had to die because she, probably purposely, began a flaming fire in the dungeon; now it's ruined." I say, gritting my teeth in anger of remembrance on that horrible night.

After that, Clive and I sit without saying a word. Here and there taking small sips from our too-hot coffees.

"Did I tell you I finally met Holly Parker at Niall's?"

"You did?" I say, and my eyebrows slightly shoot up.

"Yeah, lovely girl. Looooovely girl." Clive smirks.

"Sure is" I wink.

I've never had the relationship I have with Holly with any of my other dolls. Holly's just... Different in a way. Her pure blond, silky, delicate hair that falls perfectly in uneven layers. Her hypnotising, ocean blue eyes that I can stare at for hours. Her amazing, curvy body. Her gigantic, bright smile that can light up a room. And her bubbly, sassy, friendly personality that I've come to absolutely adore. Although Holly would have to be the dumbest blond I've ever met and locked lips with, I have to admit, she's special. Very special.

"How do you feel about Holly Parker?" Clive asks me out of the blue.

"She's gorgeous"

"Wow, what would Juliet Moore think about you saying that" Clive chuckles lightly.

"Juliet? Why would you bring her up?"

"I've known you for ages Harry Styles, and I don't forget things. I remember you and Juliet Moore's romantic relationship, you know, before The Dollhouse even came into the picture. You two would spend every second together, making each other smile, laugh, cry. What you two had was extraordinary. Well, then you kidnapped her, making her your first doll. Haha, oh poor Juliet Moore. What did you used to call her? Was it 'Juliez'. Aw, how absolutely freaking adorable!"

"I don't like it when people bring up the past, Clive." I say, with a deep, serious tone.

"You can't just hide from the past, Harry Styles. The past is the past, and it's a part of you. And that brings me to the question I desire to ask you without you having a massive temper attack, resorting you to angrily throw things and yell at the top of your lungs while grabbing hold of your luscious curly locks as you start kicking random objects. You can be like that, Harry Styles. Little bipolar, little Harry Styles." Clive tilts and puts on a fake, sarcastic, small smile.

"And what do you wish to tell me?"

"Do you still love Juliet Moore?"

As soon as Clive asks that my eyes go wide. Love Juliet? Pfft. Definitely not. Of course I used to love her, with all my heart. But times change, the past is the past. I'm certainly not in love with Juliet. She may be absolutely beautiful, with her shiny black hair and dorky smile, but never will I love her the same as I did years ago.

"No, I don't."

"You sure, Harry Styles?"

"I'm quite sure on who I love and who I don't."

"Love is a funny thing. You love someone for a bit, then you let go. YOU let go, but your heart doesn't. I'm sure somewhere... Deep down, you love Juliet Moore. Somewhere."

"What would you know about love?"

"Well, I've got a wife? Maxine Clive? Black hair with a fringe, blue eyes, quite petite, French accent, twenty sev-"

"I know Maxine."

"Ah, lovely. I don't have to explain a simple subject of matter, aka my wife, whom you've known for quite a long time."

Clive and I discuss 'love' and it's true meaning for quite a short while. I never wanted to, of course, though. All Clive is asking me is who I love, if I love Holly, if I love Juliet, who I believe is the most beautiful doll, if I will ever experience love again, blah, blah, it's annoying. I don't know how to answer his silly, obnoxious questions. Love is something I don't feel too often. Love is such an abstract culture, the only little big thing our beating hearts feel before our minds think... That's why love usually ends up getting broken.

"Okay, whatever. In all seriousness, thank you for taking care of my little problem, aka Sarah." I say, changing the subject.

"Sarah Newman. How was she for you? I didn't talk to her that much."

"She's that annoying too-nice girl who just wants to help people and give love and equality to everyone. I hate it." I roll my eyes at the thought of Sarah.

"Oh..."

"I'm so glad she's dead."

"Death. What a weird thing."

"Sarah was a lying little coward." I say, shaking my head.

"Sarah Newman wasn't too bad, I mean-"

"Fucking annoying little bitch."

"C'mon, she never deserved death or anything like that, though."

"Inconsiderate slut." I continue to say, totally ignoring Clive.

"Harry-"

"She was terrible."

"Harry, I-"

"Fucking idiot." I continue to ignore Clive, and not listen to a word he's even saying.

"Sarah Newman, she-"

"Stupid, ugly whore!" I say too loudly, anger getting to me.

"Sarah Newman, I was try-"

"Fucking dickhead of a girl!" I almost yell in complete anger, clenching my fists.

"She just-"

"Fucking, little slut!" I yell, with gritted teeth and extremely tight clenched hands, making my knuckles white. I yell some more in anger. That fucking bitch Sarah.

"Harry!" Clive yells louder than me, trying to get just one word out as my temper cracks.

"Ugh! Fucking bitch!" I scream my arms flying everywhere.

"Harry!" Clive yells,

"Sarah got away."

A/N: soz short chapter I know I suck

Harry has such a bad temper rofl calm down white boy

Anyway if this didn't make sense uh yah Sarah escaped before Clive could kill her so that's one more thing to add to the shithole list