breaking free// h.s

[one]

I woke up to the sound of rustling in my best friends room. I was annoyed by it because I was extremely comfortable on the air mattress her family provided for me. At first I thought it was her cat, who was bugging us before we went to bed. I reached over to my phone and turned on the flashlight. I scanned my friends room from left to right, and I suddenly stopped the light by her door.

Something was off.

The outline of Harry Styles' body was no longer placed on the poster.

"That's strange," I thought to myself.

I kept on searching the room with my light, and I gasped.

A paper-thin fetus Harry Styles was standing at the foot of my mattress.

I was so in shock to see my idol standing right in front of me.

Woah, he sure lost some weight.

And definitely got younger!

He then smirked and moved closer to me.

"Vas hapenin" He whispered. I let out a shriek when he pierced my delicate skin with a glistening knife that was right in his hands the whole time.

He then quickly pulled out a gun and shot my friend on each of her 20 phalanges.

"That will fix her laryngitis," Harry smiled.

He then picked up the cat that was sleeping peacefully on the ceiling fan, and placed it underneath his arm.

Harry then popped my blow up mattress with his on-point jawline.

"Don't tell anyone," He whispered in my ear as the plastic mattress started to suffocate me.

Harry then slithered out the open window with my friends cat in his arms.

"I'm going to name you Darcy," He whispered as he licked the cats forehead. The wind then took his beautiful paper form into the night sky.

Just before I faded into the blackness we call death because of lack of oxygen to the brain and blood loss, my friend abruptly sat up and said,

"How does shooting off 20 of my limbs help my non-existent laryngitis?"

Harry then immediately slithered back into the room and shot my friend in the throat.

"There is that better!?" Harry shrieked and then got sucked up by my deflating air mattress.

My friends response was to let blood spill out of the newly formed hole in her neck

"I'm totally not buying your next album," My friend managed to say and then her eyes rolled to the back of her head.

And that's when the shrooms wore off.