the dollhouse | h.s.

nineteen

A/N: a lot of people are saying I copied another story called "The Cellar". I've read The Cellar, and trust me, the Dollhouse is way different. Just because both stories involve kidnapping and slavery doesn't mean they're the exact same book. The Dollhouse is much more different.

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Holly

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Tonight I'll meet Niall and Fran, and things can either go extremely well, or horribly terrible. Apparently, according to the girls, Fran is a complete bitch, but I can't judge her, I haven't met her. The girls also said Niall's a sweetheart, but I doubt it. Someone who kidnapped a girl can't seem sweet. Well, there's Harry, but I wouldn't really classify him as 'sweet', I'd rather classify him more bipolar. One minute he's chirpy and filled with overwhelming joy and excitement, the next he's boiling with anger and is screaming at the top of his lungs.

"Are you excited to meet Niall and Fran?" Sarah asks me.

"Uh, kinda, is Fran really as bad as you guys make her out to be?"

"Um, to be honest, yeah, she's just rude, but extremely beautiful though" Sarah says, trying to sound nice as possible.

"Hey, can you help me set the breakfast table, Holly?" Juliet asks me. I nod and make my way over to her.

Once I'm with Juliet, she gives me the forks and spoons, and I put one of each at every seat.

"What was up with you and Dakota yesterday?" Juliet asks, setting the knives down on the table.

"Uh, just asking me how Janet is" I lie. I decide I'm not telling the other girls about Dakota's suicide attempt. I mean, they don't need to know, and if they find out, they'll tell Harry, and that cannot end well.

| At Breakfast |

For the first time being in The Dollhouse, I'm sitting next to Harry at the dining table, with Liz next to me. I find it a tad bit weird that I've never sat next to Harry at the dining table, especially since he always either has to tell me something, or just wants to have a chat.

"What do you think about Janet?" Harry asks me as I pour myself a glass of orange juice.

"She's cool. Really nice"

"That's good, by the way, would you like to go out somewhere after breakfast?"

"I don't have a choice, do I?"

"Nope" Harry says, taking a sip from his glass of orange juice.

"What would we do?"

"Maybe go into the city? You need a classy dress for tonight when we meet Niall and Fran"

"Sounds like a deal, Styles"

| After Breakfast |

"What're you gonna wear?" Macy asks, her eyes still glued to the magazine she's reading.

"Um, I dunno, you guys can help me choose an outfit"

The girls and I all walk into our gigantic wardrobe, and look at all the clothes, designer bags and accessories. Evie goes and picks out a shirt for me, Dakota goes and picks out a pair of bottoms, while Lola gets accessories. In the end, I finish off with quite a good outfit, if I say so myself. I'm wearing a navy blue, sleeveless lace top, that shows off a little bit of cleavage, black denim jeans that I feel so uncomfortable in I can barely breath because they're so tight, a little black purse embedded with diamonds, and at my feet, dark blue, sky high stilettos that can break ankles.

"We should redo your makeup, Holly" Lola says.

"Why? It looks fine" I protest.

"No, honey, you look like a drag queen"