"fUCK MY EAR." Harry screeches like a baby llama.
"What is it now Harold?" You yell running in the living room from you're routine gay convention.
"You remember that time I drowned? Well now I have ear shit disease."
"Umm what the fuck?!?! Is that like aids?????"
"Yeah besides the dying part."
You hear screams and the door crashing down.
"Harry Styles." A burly man says stepping into your kitchen.
"That's me." Harry says standing like a bitch nigga.
"I'm taking you away."
That's when I hear the love of my life scream bloody murder.
"NO NO NOOOO IM FINE NOTHING'S WRONG BELLA HELP?!?!" Harry screams while the men carry him away.
"Maybe they just need to test your eye sight." I say shrugging right into your moms pussy.
"BELLLA PLEASE."
"Wait! Where are you taking Harry?"
"The program."
"Ight. Bye."
And that's the last thing I said to Harry.. until..
TO BE CONTINUED HAH!
