"Burn it all"

I'm sick of writing

Gianna's POV

"What do you mean I'm fucked? You're scaring me. Stop Marie." I caution. 

"Your head is fucking dented." Marie reasons. 

Kellin walks over to where Marie is and takes a look as well.

"It's not dented, what are you talking about? There's some swelling and some blood but it's not dented." Kellin explains. 

"You ruined my joke, whore." Marie spits.

"Do not call my BOYFRIEND a WHORE!" I shout. 

"Boyfriend?" Kellin mumbles. 

"Um," Marie mumbles confused. 

I look at both Kellin and Marie with a horrified expression. 

"Um. Well. I- I just meant, like, you know, like-" I stutter. 

"Would you like to be my girlfriend Gianna?" Marie whispers into Kellin's ear, nudging him to say what she wants. 

"W- Would you like to be my girlfriend Gianna?" Kellin stutters. 

"Yes!" I squeal. 

Kellin and I exchange a passionate kiss with a lot of tongue to celebrate this moment. 

Out of nowhere, a weird man dressed as Harry Styles walks through the door and plants a kiss right on Marie's lips.

Kellin and I are pulled away from each other, by each other, to take a look at what's going on with wannabe Harry Styles and Marie. 

They are making out really aggressively. 

"Bitch.. Stop..... Staring..." Marie gasps in between kisses.  

Kellin and I exchange a glance and we start laughing. 

Marie and wannabe Harry stop making out and take a look at us. 

"Guys, this is my boyfriend. Introduce yourself, Harry." Marie giggles. 

"Hello luv's, I'm Harry Styles," Harry says Britishly. 

What the fuck. 

Is that actually Harry Styles? Why does he look weird? Is it because he doesn't have pants on? No, he has pants on... I can't pinpoint what's odd about him. 

"Harry Styles? Like, One Direction? Watermelon Sugar?" Kellin speaks astonished. 

"Yes, Luv, that's me." Harry smiles. 

"Hi Harry, Marie has a pilgrim version of you on her ceiling and she kisses it every night." I declare. 

"I know, luv, I've seen it multiple times." Harry explains. 

"Okay Gianna, we've got to get going.  Call me when you're not gross. Your breath stinks. It smells like Jack's fucked up breath. I hate that dog I will actually eat it alive." Marie rambles. 

"Okay, bye!" Gianna mutters. 

"Bye Marie, bye Harry." Kellin adds on. 

Marie and Harry wave goodbye, and I cannot help but being absolutely astonished. I have Kellin, but she has HARRY STYLES. WHAT????

I ask Kellin to climb in bed with me to cuddle, and he does, but right as we get comfortable, the doctor walks in.