The blaring sound of the alarm woke Harry from his sleep. Groaning, he reached over for his most recent hook-up, a girl he had met at a bar. The bed was cold where she had laid the night before. Harry sat up and ran his hands through his shaggy brown hair. He stretched and hopped out of bed.
He walked down the stairs of his spacious black-and-white flat, gripping the railing as the familiar feeling of a hangover hit him. He huffed and shuffled into his kitchen, fixed himself a cup of coffee, and rubbed his temples. After he finished his drink, he went to the bathroom to brush his teeth and get ready for his day.
As he walked to the bathroom, the throbbing of his head became more and more painful by the minute. He closed his eyes as he walked past the sink to get to the toilet. After taking a wee, Harry blindly washed his hands and began brushing his teeth. He cracked his eyes open to make sure there was nothing on his face.
His shriek could be heard around the world.
There wasn't anything on his face.
Harry's eyebrows were GONE.
