Vagary (Harry Styles and Zayn Malik)

I smiled as I grabbed the knife and held it close to his skin. "You should've listened to me." He was scared. "T-this isn't you." he said. I couldn't help but laugh a little. "Isn't this what you wanted me to be?" "I-" he began. "Quiet, let me do this and you'll be free.." I said and sighed. I got the knife and I began cutting him. Blood quickly beginning to fall down his arm. He groaned. He was in deep pain. "P-please.." "Ah, ah ah." I kept cutting into his skin. Watching the blood trickle down. "You made me into this, you ruined my life." "Let me go, whore!" he yelled, beginning to lose patience and continued yelling obscenities to me. I winced. I hated when he called me whore. Quickly, I went ahead and grabbed the pistol. Placed it on his temple. He shut up immediately. "S-stop..now" he whispered. "You don't control me anymore." I said, and held onto the gun much more tightly, preparing to pull the trigger.