A/N: a lot of people are saying I copied another story called "The Cellar". I've read The Cellar, and trust me, the Dollhouse is way different. Just because both stories involve kidnapping and slavery doesn't mean they're the exact same book. The Dollhouse is much more different.
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Holly
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Tonight I'll meet Niall and Fran, and things can either go extremely well, or horribly terrible. Apparently, according to the girls, Fran is a complete bitch, but I can't judge her, I haven't met her. The girls also said Niall's a sweetheart, but I doubt it. Someone who kidnapped a girl can't seem sweet. Well, there's Harry, but I wouldn't really classify him as 'sweet', I'd rather classify him more bipolar. One minute he's chirpy and filled with overwhelming joy and excitement, the next he's boiling with anger and is screaming at the top of his lungs.
"Are you excited to meet Niall and Fran?" Sarah asks me.
"Uh, kinda, is Fran really as bad as you guys make her out to be?"
"Um, to be honest, yeah, she's just rude, but extremely beautiful though" Sarah says, trying to sound nice as possible.
"Hey, can you help me set the breakfast table, Holly?" Juliet asks me. I nod and make my way over to her.
Once I'm with Juliet, she gives me the forks and spoons, and I put one of each at every seat.
"What was up with you and Dakota yesterday?" Juliet asks, setting the knives down on the table.
"Uh, just asking me how Janet is" I lie. I decide I'm not telling the other girls about Dakota's suicide attempt. I mean, they don't need to know, and if they find out, they'll tell Harry, and that cannot end well.
| At Breakfast |
For the first time being in The Dollhouse, I'm sitting next to Harry at the dining table, with Liz next to me. I find it a tad bit weird that I've never sat next to Harry at the dining table, especially since he always either has to tell me something, or just wants to have a chat.
"What do you think about Janet?" Harry asks me as I pour myself a glass of orange juice.
"She's cool. Really nice"
"That's good, by the way, would you like to go out somewhere after breakfast?"
"I don't have a choice, do I?"
"Nope" Harry says, taking a sip from his glass of orange juice.
"What would we do?"
"Maybe go into the city? You need a classy dress for tonight when we meet Niall and Fran"
"Sounds like a deal, Styles"
| After Breakfast |
"What're you gonna wear?" Macy asks, her eyes still glued to the magazine she's reading.
"Um, I dunno, you guys can help me choose an outfit"
The girls and I all walk into our gigantic wardrobe, and look at all the clothes, designer bags and accessories. Evie goes and picks out a shirt for me, Dakota goes and picks out a pair of bottoms, while Lola gets accessories. In the end, I finish off with quite a good outfit, if I say so myself. I'm wearing a navy blue, sleeveless lace top, that shows off a little bit of cleavage, black denim jeans that I feel so uncomfortable in I can barely breath because they're so tight, a little black purse embedded with diamonds, and at my feet, dark blue, sky high stilettos that can break ankles.
"We should redo your makeup, Holly" Lola says.
"Why? It looks fine" I protest.
"No, honey, you look like a drag queen"
"Fine, redo it" I say as Sarah runs to the bathroom to get my makeup bag and some makeup remover wipes.
"Liz, you're good at makeup, you should do Holly's" Evie suggests. Liz looks into my makeup bag, and gets out everything she needs to start this little makeup procedure. It's like redoing my makeup is a big deal to the girls, they're all crowded around me looking at the 'dramatic' change of colours and blended makeup mixtures that will be splashed onto my clear face.
After Liz is done with my makeup, I get a mini mirror to see what she's done. It looks perfect. Much better than how much makeup we usually wear in The Dollhouse. My eyes are smoky, lots of eyeliner and mascara to make my big blue eyes pop, my lips a light shade of pink, my cheeks a rosy red colour and my skin looking clear and acne free.
"Thanks, Liz"
"You should probably get downstairs, Harry's waiting" Dakota says. I say goodbye to the girls before walking to downstairs to meet Harry.
"Wow, Holly" Harry says, "you look so pretty"
"Thank you" I say, awkwardly, putting a piece of hair behind my ear.
"Let's go"
| In The City |
Harry and I are strolling through the huge, bright London city, carrying designer shopping bags at our sides. We originally came to the city to buy me a dress for tonight, but we haven't even bought a dress yet. Harry has just spoiled me with priceless jewellery and clothes. Well, technically not just me, the other girls too, since we share the massive walk in wardrobe.
"We should look in this shop" Harry says, pointing to a designer shop called 'Rentalee'
"It looks a bit expensive, don't you think?"
"That doesn't matter, let's just go"
Harry and I walk into Rentalee and the first thing I noticed is wildly overpriced jewellery, dresses and casual wear. This shop is really expensive.
"What about this dress?" Harry picks out a dress.
"I don't really like it" I lie. I absolutely love it, it's beautiful. The dress is a high-low styled dress. The top half is sleeveless and black, and the collar is embedded in emerald diamonds, the bottom half is the same emerald green colour, and flows freely. The reason I said I didn't like the dress was because it was far too expensive, and I wouldn't let Harry pay that much money for a dress I'm probably only going to wear once.
"What do you mean? It's gorgeous" Harry puts the dress in front of my body, having a glimpse of how I'd look with it on.
"Nah, it's alright, Harry, don't wo-"
Harry cuts me off, "try it on"
"Harry, I said no-"
"Holly." Harry gives me a serious look, and I know I have to obey. I get the dress off him and head into the change rooms.
I close the curtain and start to strip off my clothes. I have another look at the dress. Harry's right, it is gorgeous. Absolutely gorgeous. But why do we have to dress so classy and fancy just to meet some people? I wonder what the other girls will wear.
Unexpectedly, Harry opens the curtain and comes in, walking in on me in only my bra and underwear.
"Harry!" I say, hiding in the corner.
"Holly, I don't care"
"Can you at least close your eyes?" I ask.
"Why does it matter? And I have to help you zip up the dress, anyway"
I turn back around, exposing my half-naked body to Harry. I quickly get the dress off from its coat hanger and slip it on, I then ask Harry to help me zip it up, and he helps.
"Move your hair to the side, Holly, it might get caught in the zip" Harry says. I move my wavy blond hair to the side of my neck.
"There" Harry says once the dress is zipped up. I take a look in the mirror. The dress really fits my body, it shows off my curves.
"See? Gorgeous." Harry says then starts nibbling at my neck.
I move away, startled at his sudden action, "what're you doing?"
"So, we'll buy this dress then" Harry says, as if him unexpectedly kissing my neck never happened.
I get out of the dress and put back on my clothes before meeting Harry at the cash register.
"$794.99, please" The cashier says. Harry gives her the money and we head out of Rentalee.
"Are we going now?" I ask.
"Please, you sound like a child. We haven't even had lunch yet"
"I'm not hungry"
"I am, and they have a nice Italian restaurant just down the block, we should go there"
"Okay" I say, walking down the street with Harry to get to the restaurant. The walk isn't long at all, probably just two minutes. This restaurant looks divine, like those beautiful restaurants you see in movies.
Harry and I walk into the restaurant and almost immediately comes a waiter, who guides us to a small little table with two chairs. The table has a red and white checkered table cloth, and in the middle of the table is a small vase, with fresh tulips in it.
| In Harry's Car |
It's been a silent car ride so far, but then Harry randomly says, "why don't you do it?"
"Huh?" I ask, not sure what he's even talking about.
"Why don't you tell someone. You can tell anyone in the city that I kidnapped you, you can tell someone to call the police. But you didn't, why not?"
"I..."
"You like that you've been kidnapped?"
"What, no, of course I don't, you ruined my life"
"Exaggeration, much?"
"Whatever." I say and the conversation is over, well, for about thirty seconds.
"So why don't you tell anyone when you can?" Harry asks once again, getting on my nerves.
"I just" I can't really finish my sentence, I don't know how to. I mean, what do I say?
"You what?"
"I dunno" I say, looking out the window and staring at the pouring rain.
"Don't you want to escape?"
"Why are you, of all people, asking me this?"
"I thought you wanted to escape, I thought you would hate your kidnapper"
"I do want to escape"
"Then why don't you?"
"Because I'm scared..."
"Of what?"
"You, Harry"
A/N: meeting Niall and Fran will be continuing next chapter lol