You tell the truth.
The whole time, Harry's hand is in his pocket.
When you're finished, he pulls out his phone.
"So?" you ask. "Do you believe me?"
"Oh, I do," says Harry. "That's why there's a problem."
You go pale. "What kind of problem?"
Harry makes a call. "They're awake," he says.
"Please," you say. You wrap the chain tighter.
Harry hangs up the phone. "It's too late," he says.
You feel woozy. You fall to the ground.
Harry Styles steps forward and stands over you.
"You should have run," he says.
Your vision goes black.
END