I exist, trust me. You may not know me, but you probably know my sister. But you don't know her the way I do. And believe me when I say, you don't want to. She goes through boyfriends faster than Sonic the Hedgehog; she seems harmless right? Wrong. There's more to her than you think. She uses them. Plays them like a puppet. Her next victim is the one and only Harry Styles. It was suppose to play out perfectly, until I got in the middle of it. Big. Mistake.