The room's dark and really huge.

So I start searching for the light switches and as soon as I find them, I turn all of them on.

Holy moly.

In front of me, is a huge room, with 7 pianos, uncountable guitars on the wall, and other instruments that I don't know the name of, as the nerd I am, never participating in any extracurriculars. Heh.

I go for one of the pianos and try to play it.

Somehow, I know all the chords and when I start to sing a classic old song, my voice somehow sounds melodious, coming form that ugly face of mine.

Wow. I have never taken any lessons, or classes.

It's a miracle!

After almost one hour of singing, I start to feel hungry.

It's dinner time. Of course I will.

Knocking on the door, I shout, “Hey! I'm hungry.”

The reply comes within seconds. “The burgers are almost ready. They will be brought to you.”

Oh, burgers are SO unhealthy, I'm SUCH a nerd.

Not more than five minutes later, the door opens, only by a few inches, and an arm comes in, holding a plate with a burger in it.

I take the burger, while saying a thank you, and the door closes back again.

After eating my burger, I play some more and then start sleeping on the floor.

As it was my bedtime. Like I said, as the big nerd I am.

• • •

As I wake up, I hear the birds chirp.

Oh, wow, look! I'm in an unrealistic fairy tale!

I go to the bathroom in the room, and brush my teeth.

Hungry, I go to the door and knock again.

“What about breakfast” I shout.

“What do you want?” He replies.

“Cereal will work.” I say, trying not to be a difficult guest, or, slave.

A few minutes later, I'm handed some Fruit Loops and milk.

But I like Cheerios. You know as the ner- I think you know by now.

After eating breakfast, I go to the pianos and start playing again.

Wow, I'm really good at this.

Belting out some lyrics, I get completely lost in the tunes.

Until, I start to feel sleepy again, and decide to take a nap.

• • •

After I wake up, I start playing and  singing again, since I have absolutely no purpose of my life or anything to do, now that I'm sold.

It's not like I can try and run off from the big window in the room —which is open— and complain to the cops and make a life of my own or anything. I'm just so screwed, now.

Wildly belting some more lyrics, I get so lost in the sound that I don't even notice the lights go off and after a while, the opening of the door.

“Well, that's quite impressive.” A new voice speaks and I stop, startled, by the smoothness of it.

C-Could it be, Harry?

“I-Is this w-who I think i-it is?” I stutter, like my voice has some speech defect, when it actually doesn't, but I'm just so pathetic and can't even speak up.

I wish I could see his beautifully sculpted face, but I can't because I can feel him, standing closer to the switches.

“Yes, I'm your master, and let me tell, you, your singing is commendable”

“N-No it's not. And r-remember, I'm h-here for just t-toilet p-paper and nothing e-else can happen b-between us.”I lie through my teeth, and stutter, pathetically, yet again.

“What tosh.”

Oh, uh, I don't know what that means.

So I decide, my best idea in this situation is to introduce my self to this harmless stranger. What could he do to me?! What if I don't know him? I will trust him, completely.

“I don't think, we've properly met. Well, Hello, I'm Jennifer.”

Expecting and prepared to hear an “ 'Ello, love” from my Harry, I go over to the light switches and turn them on.

As I do that I'm left stunned, my jaw dropped.

“Hey, Bitch.” He says.

This was not what I expected.

This was not what I expected at all.

This not Harry Styles.

I-It’s Liam Payne.

THE END