The book with way too many clichés ✔

yes, Tiffany is actually dead.

I decided that maybe kissing Harry Styles was a BAD idea bc he is now RRLY obsessed with me.

I sighed in fustration as I watched him sneak into my window in the middle of the night.

This was so cliche.

I was supposed to wake up, scramble across the floor and maybe grab a high heel or metal bat as my only form of protection and scream but I srsly couldnt be bothered at the moment.

What the hell had I gotten myself into?

He crawled in through the window but he was a little too tall so he hit his head hard on the window seal.

He fell dead flat onto the floor instantly knocking himself out.

I giggled quietly to myself.

There was obviously someone up there that loved me, i looked up at the sky (through the ceiling) and silently thanked whoever just knocked him out.

"YO SIS I HAVE SOMETHING TO TELL U?" Shouted Nial from outside before entering my room at 5 oclock in the morning.

He stopped momentarily as he spotted a unconscious harry on the floor. Then shrugged, continuing on with his life.

I rolled my eyes.

Why did my life have to be filled with so much drama.

Nial stood at the end of my bed. Looking visibally uncomfortable.

"You're friend Tiffany well um idk how to put this but SHE IS FUCKING DEAD. SHE WAS FOUND WITH ALL THE BLOOD IN HER BODY DRAINED AND REALLY FUCKING DEAD THE END" He said.

"WHAT??" I was shocked and had nothing else to say to what he had just said.

My best friend of all time was dead.

"THIS IS YOUR FAULT!" I screamed angrily at Nial, grabbing the closest thing I could which was a metal bat and threw it at his face.

He leaned back and matrixed the throw.

"Hahahaha sucked in bit-" the metal bat hit the wall and boomeranged back and whacked him at the back of the face.

He landed on top of unconscious Harry.

I sighed then looked over at Shayde, a tear streaming down my face.

"Do u wanna be my best friend now?" I asked her and she shook her head once.

My head bent down in sadness and I cried even more.