Harry Styles is Ruining My Dreams
Part 1
We're in the living room. The TV is on, and the lights are closed.
I'm in a wedding dress that should've been burned back in the 80's. It's so poufy.
Harry Styles is sitting on a big couch, relaxing and staring at the screen with his eyes halfway closed.
I have an electric razor in hand. I am shaving the middle part of Harry Style's head.
I go back and forth with the razor, shaving Harry Style's pink head.
Harry Styles opens his eyes, and turns around very gently.
Harry Styles looks at me intently and whispers,
"Who are you?"
I disappear.
Part 2
I am ironing Harry Styles hair.
"Why am I ironing Harry Styles hair?" I wonder
He's relaxing and staring through the window of the apartment in a top-floor building.
I feel tired. My arm hurts.
I leave the iron on Harry Styles hair and I step away…
I watch the smoke leaving the hot iron, and I smile…
"I am not doing your hair anymore," I whisper
Harry Styles is sleeping.
I close my eyes.
I disappear.
Part 3
It's a sunny day. We're at a reception.
A cute guy stares at me from across the room.
He walks towards me with confidence.
I brace myself…
He starts to talk and I feel butterflies in my stomach.
Harry Styles interjects.
The man disappears from behind him. He is one with the wind now.
Fuck you Harry Styles!
Harry Styles drags me outside the reception.
What does Harry Styles want to say? I am upset
Harry Styles hesitates…but then he says it…
"I…. am… your sister"
I say,
"Why?! You bitch!"
I turn around the opposite way, and Harry Styles flashes in my front view
I die.
The End