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Prologue

He clearly felt (or heard)  my mood shift and reached out to hold me but I already made up my mind and ducked away from him. "Wait! Wait! Wait! Alaiyah. Please..."  I stared at him quizzically and flopped back against the wall, waiting for him. I might as well hear him out seeing as after this I was going to make sure I never saw him in my life again. He slowly guided me towards him and leaned in gently as his lips tenderly grazed mine.

I stiffened and he reluctantly moved his head away. We stayed there for a few minutes both of us on our knees me topless, braless and staring down at the ground away from his burning gaze, him topless, bruised and intensley boring his eyes into me. I brought my gaze onto him when a cool,metal point pressed into the side of my hip. Not even unnerved I slowly dragged my gaze away from those sad,empy eyes to the blade resting in the curve of my bone. Its frosty presence dominating, my eyes slowy mad it's way through my thin skin and into my potruding bone, numbing the curve.I followed with my eyes from the blade towards his hand on the hilt- the authentic,red swirls blurring into one another- he was going to stab me with his priceless dagger. I guess I should be honored in a way as he was going to dirty the vintage blade of his flick knife with my blood.

A smile crept onto my lips and I looked up towards him. " Thanks, I have actually considered taking my own life however the thought of doing it always gave me the creeps but if your going to do it I can trust that it'll be over in a second- you've had enough practice anyway." As soon as I said this and the reality that I would soon be rid of this world caused a massive grin to take over my face, my dimples popping out and the smile reaching my eyes. I lay my hand over his, pressing the blade deeper against my hip.

The remorseful, sorrowful boy that was full of regrets just minutes ago had disapeared and in minutes he'd turned into the thrill-seeking,reckless, gets-kicks-out-of-violence, playboy that me and the rest of the world knew. He too had a massive grin on his face dimples,eyes and all, not a hint of fear. 

" You're right." he replied after his hand tightened around mine "However ,like I said, I've been thinking loads lately and thought that I should put you before me." Pulling the blade backwards he rested it against his side in line with the bottom bone of his rib. " Do it. Feel how warm I am and how cold that blade is," His  other hand snaked towards me his fingers trailed over and down my breast towards the looming blade- leaving both his big hands envoloping my now-quaking hand. "I'm going to do it anyway. We'll both bleed- how about you be the first?" His leg streched out and dragged me towards him, "Go out with a bang. Be the girl to stab Harry Styles...

And I did. I did it- I became the girl to stab Harry Styles.

However harry Styles became the boy to stab me- rejected model, disowned daughter, failing college student and all round nobody.