the dollhouse | h.s.

forty

"I remember you telling me about the New Years party" Holly nods.

"Yeah, it's really big."

"Yeah, apparently. I was actually talking to Zayn about it."

"Talking about Zayn, what do you think of his new doll Elsa?" I say, changing the subject.

"Elsa? It's Elsie" Holly laughs.

"What? I thought it was Elsa?"

"Let it go! Let it go! Can't hold it back anymore!" Holly sings, putting her arms in the air as I chuckle at her adorable and loveable child like immaturity.

"So what do you think about Elsie?" I ask again, chuckling.

Holly shrugs, "I dunno, she's really chill. Nice. Cool."

"Chill, nice, cool? You sound like you're describing the ice cream."

"What? So you like the ice cream?" Holly says, an accomplished expression planted on her face.

"It's alright..."

"It's alright!" Holly mimics me, "I thought you didn't like ice cream?"

"What point are you trying to even prove?" I chuckle.

"I don't know, I feel like I was right and you were wrong." Holly smiles.

"Are you serious? It's ice cream."

"What? I feel like I just owned you!"

"Other way around, darling."

"You're a dick." Holly playfully pushes me, I giggle.

Holly and I chat about random things for a while, but I seem to be turning away my attention, because I just stare into her hypnotising blue eyes. I stare, I stare, I stare, as she blabbers on about everything irrelevant.

"You have really pretty eyes." I say, slowly.

"So do you." Holly responds.

Holly and I are in the moment, with the moonlight freshly set, the beautiful beach lights shining among us and all we can hear is the sound of the ocean waves, I almost and slowly lean in to kiss, but at the exact timing Holly suggests we walk on the beach.

We walk on the beach, both of us silent in such a nice moment. The wind flies past us and the chilly night air makes our every breath and word turn into fog.

I take Holly's hand and our fingers intertwine immediately.

"Your hands are really cold." Holly looks at me, putting on a small smile.

Holly and I continue to walk on the beach, hand in hand, not saying a word as we breathe in the fresh air, and take in this beautiful night.

Holly and I walk and walk, until we're hit with wooden stairs that guide us up to the top of the London city.

Once Holly and I are no longer at the beach, we're struck with the extravagant view of London. Tonight, the city is quieter than usual, but that doesn't mean that the city is asleep. From where we are, we can see the glamorous Big Ben light up in the beautiful night, the street lights all shining, the London eye slowly turning and here and there, some cars and taxis beeping and driving past us.

"There's a really fancy restaurant around here" I say, looking at Holly as she examines the view.

"Harry, you don't have to. I'm not even that hungry. And I thinks it's unfair to the other girls that I-"

"Holly, don't worry about the others," I say, "the restaurant is just down the block."

We start walking to the restaurant, Holly with her arms crossed tightly to produce more warmth.

Once Holly and I are in front of the restaurant, we can immediately hear the chit chatter going on indoors and the classy music lightly playing, we can see the pretty white and red roses on the walls. We're also hit with the lighting 'Dasméan' sign of the restaurant and with the heavenly scent of the classic dishes and delightful desserts from all around the world.

"Table for two?" A waiter with a strong French accent says.

"Uh, yes please" I nod in thanks.

The waiter guides Holly and I to our table in the middle of the restaurant. The indoor part of the restaurant is even more gorgeous than the outside. The floor is black and white checkered, there's only one gigantic, gold, diamond chandelier expressing light, the tables are brown but covered with a long, plain white cloth, and the waiters are all dressed in tuxedos, and as for the waitresses, they all wear short black dresses with the same black rose flower piece in their tight and high ponytails.

Holly and I take a seat in front of each other and the waiter gives us menus before leaving.

"This is... Wow." Holly's eyes widen as she looks around the restaurant.

"Yeah." I smile.

Holly and I discuss our orders, and wait for a waiter or waitress to come but in the meantime, Holly and I talk about anything and everything, us expressing ourselves as much as we want.

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Juliet

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"Holly and Harry have been gone for a while..." Liz says, passing me a clean plate to put away.

"I'm sure they'll be back soon." Lola says, sitting on the bench cross legged, drinking a small cup of coffee.

"I think Holly and Harry would be kinda cute together" Evie says, leaning on the fridge with her arms crossed. As soon as she says that, I swear I vomit in my mouth a little.

"I don't think so" I say, putting a plate in the correct cupboard.

"I'm just saying. Even Macy agrees" Evie shrugs.

"Where is Macy, anyway?" Liz asks, turning off the tap after she washes the last spoon.

"She's already sleeping, so is Dakota" Evie says, walking into the smaller living room and taking a seat on the two seater couch.

"Already? It's only like 9" Liz says, joining Evie on the couch. Lola and I walk over there to meet them, we sit on the sofa.

Evie switches on the plasma TV, and puts on Friends, her and Liz's favourite show.

"Clive is so creepy." Evie starts conversation.

"I know right! He calls me by my full name all the time." Liz rolls her dark brown eyes.

"Hello there, Elizabeth Joyce Conners, Lola Valery Derani and Juliet Hannah Moore." Evie impersonates Clive, and Liz and I laugh.

"I know everything, Evangeline Gabrielle Wilson" Liz joins in on the impersonating.

Even though Liz, Evie, Lola and I are engaged in conversation and laughter, I can't help but to think what's happening with Holly and Harry. I love Holly, she's like a sister to me, even though we sometimes fight. But I can't help but worry about what's going on with her and Harry. I guess I just don't like rejection or the feeling of being ignored or alone, and for some reason, they're the only feelings I get when Holly is with Harry.

A/N: this chapter will continue in chapter 41

ok yes I know this chapter was really cheesy no joke I actually cringed while writing it

and yes I know there are rarely beaches in London I'm from Australia goddamit

there's gonna be a song on the Four album called Stockholm Syndrome and I know I'm not gonna hear the end of it on this story bc Harry and his bipolar ways wait hold the fuck up the album is out soon what the fuck is the date holy shit November what THE FUCK that's soon I can't sodjmdnah oh mYGDLS WAHTS E FUCJELL BAH FELICIA IM NOF READY WTF I THOIHJT IT WAS LIKE JULY OR SOME SHIT WHERE HABE I BEEN