No more running.
You're going to confront whoever this is, and give them a piece of your mind.
You wrap your wrist chain around your hand like it's a brass knuckle.
The front door opens.
It's pop star and international playboy, Harry Styles.
You break out into a fit of coughs.
"You alright?" Harry asks.
"No!" you say. "What—Harry Styles?"
"Yeah," he says, like it explains anything.
"Like, from One Direction?"
"Yeah."
"Is this your house?"
"Yeah."
"Why..." You shake your chains at him. "Why did you do this?"
Harry Styles frowns. "I didn't do this."
"Who did?"
Harry Styles reaches for his pocket.
"How did you get here?" he asks.
20: Panic and hit him
21: Tell him the truth