play with your dolls// h.s. au

twenty one.

Harry Styles sat on the floor of his cell, grey gown ridden up to expose the stab wound on his thigh.

His right arm had a huge gash mark, but was healing relatively quick.

He was directly in front of his beautiful dollhouse and was muttering words to himself.

He had a tight grip on a gorgeous doll the size of his palm.

He adored his doll and always made sure she looked her best.

Harry carted his fingers through her long brunette hair while staring into her big blue eyes.

He laughed loudly as she told him a joke.

He could never understand why the employees would never want to play with him and his doll.

Harry thought his doll was perfect and anyone would be lucky to have a chance to play with her.

His dimples poked out as he stared longingly at his doll in admiration.

He planted a chaste kiss to his doll's head and started to pet her hair.

"You're so perfect, Alexandra. Such a pretty doll."

Harry whispers with a smile.