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Holly

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Since yesterday, my thoughts and opinions on Harry took a slight change. The moment we had when we were both laughing and talking, I could swear for a second he was just a normal guy. But the one thought I can't get out of my mind is: If Harry isn't trying to kill the dolls, then what the fuck is going on? I've been meaning to ask him that all day, but I just can't get myself to do it. Even though Harry has changed a little, I still look at him as a monster.

"Holly, snap out of it" Lola says, handing me a mop and bucket of water. That's right, were cleaning the dollhouse. An everyday chore us girls have to do, even if the dollhouse is spotless, it's still not enough for Harry.

"Thanks" I say to Lola, before mopping the already polished marble tiles.

"Hey, Holly, what were you doing last night?" Lola asks, out of no where.

"Huh?"

"I woke up in the middle of the night and noticed you weren't in bed?"

"Oh, just needed some fresh air" I answer Lola, leaving out the bit about Harry.

"Oh, okay" Lola says and we return back to mopping the floors.

"Um, Macy what're you doing?" Juliet asks Macy, who is standing on a chair.

"I'm trying to clean the chandelier!" Macy says back.

"I'm gonna cleeeeeeaaan the chandelier! The chandelier, yeah!" Macy horribly sings her own version of 'Chandelier' by Sia.

"That's not really safe-" that's all I can say before a tumbling Macy falls backwards from the chair, accidentally pushing me.

Macy's push causes me to tumble backwards, accidentally tipping over the bucket of water I used to mop.

"Macy!" I yell at her, Macy just looks at me with a shocked face. I turn around. The bucket of water is all over Harry. He must've been there just at the moment I fell. Harry stands there with an annoyed face.

"Oh my god, I'm so sorry!" I say to Harry, putting a hand over my mouth.

"It's okay, I'll just go change" Harry sighs, before leaving. Great, he probably hates me again. But I gotta admit, that was a far more calm reaction than I thought it'd be.

"Sorry, Holly" Macy says, looking down.

"Okay, girls. I think we're done cleaning, let's go downstairs and start making lunch" Juliet says, walking down the stairs with us following her.

| In The Kitchen |

I'm setting the table with Juliet, whom I haven't spoken to since our fallout a few days ago. It's kinda awkward between us, really.

"Holly, pass me a fork?" Juliet asks. I give her a fork and she smiles in response. Then the silence I've gotten so used to between us falls again.

"Um, Holly?" Juliet says, I stop what I'm doing and look up at her apologetic face.

"Yeah?"

"I'm sorry for the whole 'I'm not your friend' thing, it was kinda childish"

"Jules, it's okay, I forgive you, friends have falling outs"

"Yeah. Friends?" Juliet asks, extending her arms for a hug.

"Friends." I agree, pulling Juliet in a tight embrace.

"Oh, shit I forgot" I say, pulling out of the hug.

"What?" Juliet asks, confused.

"I have to ask Harry something. I'll be right back" I just remembered, I have to ask Harry about the whole 'killing all the dolls' situation. I shouldn't be so comfortable talking to him, but I don't know, yesterday something changed.

"Woah, Missy, Harry doesn't like dolls going into his bedroom without permission" Juliet says, stopping me in my tracks.

"I'll be alright" I wink to Juliet before running upstairs.

| Harry's Bedroom |

I knock on the large double doors, a bit frightened to see what Harry will do, he really demands his privacy.

Harry doesn't answer the door, so I knock again. Still no answer. I knock again. No answer.

After a few more times of knocking, I get tired of waiting and just let myself in. Big mistake. What lays before my eyes is Harry. The only thing he's wearing is a towel around his waist, exposing his toned, inked stomach.I'm admiring his handsome appearance when he interrupts me.

"Like what you see?" Harry asks, chuckling.

I shake my head and snap out of my thoughts. "Oh, god, I'm so sorry" I say, still looking at his toned, inked stomach.

"Well, um, can I help you?" Harry asks, clearing his throat.

"Uh, I just needed to a-"

"Aren't you supposed to be downstairs making lunch?" Harry cuts me off.

"I really need to ask you something" I explain.

"Alright," Harry pats his bed, motioning for me to sit down, "What is it?" He asks once I sit down beside him.

I clear my throat before asking. "Uh, yesterday, what do you mean you're not trying to kill the dolls?"

"Sorry?" Harry asks in confusion.

"Uh, yesterday ni- well, morning, but it was dark, technically mor-"

"Get to the point, Holly" Harry rolls his emerald green eyes.

"Um, I freaked out because I thought you tried to poison me, and you were trying to kill the dolls?" I explain.

"Oh, yeah, no, I wouldn't do such a thing as to poison someone" Harry answers, shaking his head.

"If you're not trying to kill the dolls, then how did Jess and Anna die?"

"Who knows? And why are you bringing up this theory of me trying to kill the dolls anyway?"

"Uh, I don't kn-now" I lie. I can't tell him Dakota told me, God knows what he would do to Dakota.

"You're lying" Harry says, sternly. I look down.

"Holly, tell me" Harry puts his finger under my chin, forcing my head to go up and look at his deadly green eyes,

"Da-Dakota"

"Now, why would Dakota say that?"

"She s-said that you were wanted and were trying to kill us, and that's why you were chasing her w-with the knife" I answer, scared of what Harry will do.

"I wasn't actually going to kill Dakota, I was threatening her because she wasn't obeying my orders" Harry explains. I stay silent, making sure to think about what I say before I speak.

"And plus, I'm not wanted"

A/N: HOLY SHIT

or should I say HOLLY shit

sorry I'm awkward