Take It & Run (Harry Styles)

~Introduction~

I was an odd one--a woman, I mean. All the other ladies wore silly little caps over their bobbed hair, and enough makeup to be Indians in a western movie. They danced with any man they could, often using the men as sources of drinks, jewelry, and sex. But I could never do that. I guess I still had some of the well-mannered school girl coursing through my veins. It was something I would never give up. Other than the string of pearls around my neck and a few trinkets one would call trash, it was all I had left of my mother. For her, I would always keep my long blonde hair, my integrity, and I would NOT put on so much kohl that I looked like a raccoon.

At least that’s what I thought, before I met the catalyst of, the love of, and the end of my life, Harry Styles. He brought me to life and killed me in two weeks’ time.