And so it starts all over again.

I watched as I heard the multiple similar deep British voices, urging me to let them all in before the locked door broke and splintered, large hands with the same crucifex tattoo on the skins of each one punching holes into the wood of the shut entrance, like some kind of horrific zombie movie as they tried to claw and grope for my body.

"I've got a knife! I'll uh, I'll slice all your long ass fingers off and shove them up your assholes! Don't think I won't!" I threatened, panting like a mad woman before the hands froze for a moment until they quickly retracted back into the holes making me let out a slow sigh of relief.

"No that's gay!" I heard one of them say and knew it was from Frat Harry.

"Don't knock it till you fucking try it you homophobe!" Another voice similar to his snapped at him and I knew it was Gay Harry from that one Larry fanfic I read.

It was only when I saw all the green pairs of eyes peeking through the large craters in the door from the other side looking to check if I had a weapon on me -which I of course didn't- before they went back to sticking their hands through the holes trying to reach for me once again as I backed away mumbling an "oh shit" under my breath.

I reached out behind me to grab the lava lamp on my nightstand, ready to go all hardcore whack-a-mole on their fingers before my wrist was captured in a chillingly cold and strong hand, my back hitting a broad chest from behind as the hairs on the back of my neck stood on end at his presence.

"Didn't I tell before, you're trapped here, tell me why you insist on running when you know and I know that the odds will never be in your favor." He drawled in my ear, his voice low and gravelly as I shoved him away, whipping around to meet the pitch black of his gaze, his dark pupils different from the rest of the others' green eyes.

"Fuck off and come back to me when you don't get your quotes from that Hunger Games movie." I sneered at him, only making him let out an arrogant scoff as I watched the patience on his face wear thin at my words.

Before I could yell and attack him the door behind me crashed to the floor, the hinges giving way as they all flooded into the room, my arms immediatly restrained by Psycho Harry and Fratboy Harry as they grabbed me on each side, forcing me down onto my knees in front of their leader as I struggled while the rest of the Harry's watched me.

"You wanted so badly to be the helpless main character of your own story..." Demon Harry chuckled, pacing in front of me as he let out a husky cynical laugh that made my skin crawl as I glared up at him with gritted teeth before he bent his face down to mine, a dimpled smirk on his face as he traced my jawline with cold pale fingertips.

"Looks like you got just what you wanted... princess." He grinned before straightening his posture, snapping his fingers as Bad Boy Harry pushed through the crowd towards me, cracking his tattooed neck from side to side as he peered down at me with darkened emerald eyes and a smirk on his pierced lip.

"Sorry about this kitten." He said, slowly cracking his knuckles as I narrowed my eyes up at him.

"Oh my god it's Liza. Ly-zah! Not kitten, not dollface, not princess, not cupcake seriously what is wrong with you fanfiction bitches! No one actually calls people that shit in real life! Why can't you guys just say the fucking name? I have one for a reason you know! Seriously fuck all of you long haired greasy ass motherfu-"

My rambling outburst was cut off short when my head snapped to the side at the sharp impact of Harry's fist colliding with my face and by the time my body hit the floor I was already unconscious.

O N E W E E K A G O

Who are we?

Teenagers!

What do we want!

We don't know, money I guess, some want cuddles or a relationship, a new car would be pretty sweet- oh eating and not gaining weight, yeah that would be nice.

We are teenagers!

Are we hormonal? Fuck yeah we are.

Do we care? Fuck no we don't- well maybe sometimes when we think about a celebrity heart throb and the feels just becomes so overwhelming until we want to curl into a ball and die in a hole because they're just so damn attractive...

But other than that fuck no we don't!

You know what the best thing about being a teenager is?

We're young, this is the time to live our lives, find out who we are, discover new things like LSD and weed and the sexy sex.

Ha sike.

Fortunately for me, I'm the other version of those wild hang loose teenagers who are probably partying and snapchatting eachother their drinks and dancing with their friends while I'm in my room in my blanket finishing up one of my best accomplishments of this week.

That's right, just completed a fanfiction I've been reading for seven days now on wattpad.

Fuck yeah I'm a boss.

Sure I could have used that time to get sleep or maybe study for that chemistry test I totally flunked but then how the hell was I supposed to find out if Trisha Greene was going to stay with her brother's best friend Harry Le Edwardo Styles in the story?

Oh, spoiler alert, the stayed together.

The only answer was to speed read through that shit until four o'clock in the morning everyday.

I smiled in triumph, feeling a sort of joyful satisfaction when I saw the "Finished Reading" checkmark and ribbon as I placed my phone down to high five myself since no one else was around while I nodded my head and smirked.

"Alright... yes I'll definitely add to my archive." I grinned, picking up my cell from the floor as I touched the screen.

I've been reading these cute Harry fanfictions and I had to say that they were all just so fluffy and adorable, everything was goals in each sentence I read from the stories.

I let out a sigh, leaning against my headboard as I tilted my head up and blinked at the ceiling in thought.

I pretty much used all my energy and life source to read that book all week.... so now what do I do?

I could go outside....

"New story it is!" I announced to myself, looking back down at my phone only for my brows to furrow in confusion when a new notification popped up onto the screen.

"Make a wish?" I read out loud under my breath, running the pad of my finger over my pursed lips as I tapped the question making another white, larger box appear on my phone.

I guess I just type my wish here....

Although this seemed sort of lame, and this was coming from a girl who spent her weekends in bed in the dark reading fanfiction about a tall british guy with a deep voice, it was cute that wattpad was making these new interactive games for their users.

I typed in "I wish for dick," not taking anything seriously as I snorted at my response while staring down at it.

What do I wish for?

Then it happened.

I deleted my joke before typing down something I've always wanted but knew it wasn't possible for me to ever have with a determined look on my face.

I wish all the fanfiction Harry's I've read were real.

Yeah wattpad, you got me into this mess with your stories, you wanna grant me a wish grant me that one I thought before I pressed send.

My light suddenly turned on, flickering rapidly before my television started to turn on and off as well, creating that loud static sound as I looked around me frantically before glancing back down at my phone.

Was it the wish....

"Are you seriously still on your phone?" My mom asked in a bitter and disappointed tone, making me jump when I realized she was flickering my lights at the entrance of my doorway trying to get my attention.

"No..." I mumbled, still looking down at my glowing screen which was the only light in my dark room when she turned off the lights before she walked inside and hit the side of my television since it was still acting up and was one of the box ones from the dinosaur ages.

"I told your dad to replace your tv so many times..." She mumbled under her breath, frowning down at the device before she turned to me with a scowl on her face.

"I see you all day all night phone. Why don't you do something productive with your life?" She scolded for the hundredth time this week, her words not reaching me since I blocked her out after she said all day all night while I began to hum that Selena Gomez song Come and Get it under my breath.

"Liza are you even listening to me?"

I blinked up at her in confusion.

"Um.... yes..." I began, trailing my words out slowly knowing I was entering dangerous territory right now and my mom was about to explode like the ticking time bomb she was.

"What did I say then?" She challenged, narrowing her eyes at me as she placed a hand on her hip.

"Uh.. you said... you.. said.. you said Liza, thank you for being such a good unproblematic daughter who doesn't go out and get pregnant and hide cocaine in your vaginal canal because all you do is stay quiet and go on your phone like the innocent good girl you are." I said, sending her my best award winning smile before bringing up my hand and giving her a thumbs up.

She was silent for a moment, looking at me with a deadpanned expression as her lips pressed into a firm line.

"That's it, hand over your phone." She said, outstretching her hand out for my device as my jaw dropped at her words.

"Wait no- but-"

"Hand it over Liza. You shouldn't even be on your phone on a school night." She repeated, her voice much sterner and solid as I gave her a look.

"Fine, lemme just..." I said under my breath, my whole body sweating as I quickly tried to log out of all my social medias along with deleting a few texts here and there, my fingers practically going at the speed of light across my screen.

"Goodnight." My mom said, grabbing the phone right out of my sweaty palms before she left my room as I let out a small breath and cuddled further into my mattress.

Thank god I logged out of wattpad before she took it, yes, amen, god bless, goodnight.

••

I could definitely go on a full length detailed essay of my daily morning routine on how I get ready for school.

But that's what beauty channels on youtube are for because no one got time for that shit.

I stayed standing at the entrance of my room, looking at my little sister's closed door across from mine in confusion.

Two things wrong already in this situation and it's only six twenty five in the morning.

First of all, my little sister never had her door closed, she was eight and liked to keep it a little bit open so she could run into my room whenever she couldn't sleep.

Second, loud hip hop music was blasting through the other side and I'm pretty sure the rapper was going hard about eating people's asses.

Maybe they start young...

"Alani?" I called her name out in confusion, knocking lightly on her door even though she probably wouldn't be able to hear me over the loud chorus of "I fucked yo bitch 'insert derogatory 'N' word that I cannot say since I'm not black.'"

I don't know what I was expecting when I opened her door, to be honest I may have assumed she was twerking like she usually did to the music but not even a small eight year old asian girl twerking could come close to what I saw in front of me.

Someone who looked almost exactly like me... but with a slight fuzz of a stache growing on their upper lip and no boobs, a shirtless male version of me turned around to give me a look.

I let out a scream, my backpack falling off my shoulder to the floor as I pointed at me, or him, or whatever the fuck kind of clone it was.

"You're me!" I shrieked, hypervenilating and clutching the door frame with wide eyes before my gaze went to my clone's crotch.

"But with a penis!" I screamed out again, my voice cracking and coming out shrill when I said penis as I began to frantically point at me- or him- or gah!

"God you're so weird, I told you not to go in my room." My male clone snapped and he legit sounded just like me when I try to make my voice sound deeper as I scrunched my face at him in confusion, my eyes widening when I finally looked at the room.

The light pink walls of my little sister's bedroom were now a dark gray with posters of Bruce Lee and Megan Fox plastered on it before my gaze fell on the cluttered floor and other objects that didn't belong to my sister.

"Where's my sister?" I asked in a shakey voice, not knowing what the hell was going on as male me put on muscle tank before putting on an oversized red snapback.

Oh god.

Male me was a fuckboy.

I guess I should be more suprised but I'm really not....

"Sister? You on drugs or something? You don't have a sister, you just got me." He snorted, grabbing his backpack ignoring my blatant gawking as he pushed passed me, maneuvering me out of the way into the hallway before he closed the door of his room and gave me a look as he walked down the hall.

I just have him?

He's my brother?

I had a fucking brother now?

"Mom! Dad! There's a boy in the house but I swear it has nothing to do with me even though he looks just like me and-" I ran downstairs, screaming and pushing passed my male self down the way, sprinting to the kitchen stopping short as I gawked at the person look through our fridge, choking on my spit as my whole body froze in pure shock.

Harry Styles closed the fridge, munching on a banana making his jaw line more defined as he looked at me, our eyes connecting as my heart stopped in my chest.

"Harry Styles is in my kitchen... eating my banana..." I panted under my breath, looking at him with wide amazed eyes as I fought the urge not to cry on the spot.

Mom and dad who?

Sister who?

All I could see was him.

He was so beautiful, just like in all the pictures and videos and he was right in front of me, breathing, eating, right in front of me in my fucking house.

"Oh my god you cut your hair." I gasped, not really meaning to say that out loud as I took in his appearance.

Harry looked just like he did in 2014 during his Take Me Home tour with brown fluffy hair slightly pushed up and not a trace of facial hair on his skin.

The prime time.

"No.. my hair's always been like this.." He smiled, giving me a look as I screamed causing him to jump at the sound a bit before he sent me a horrified look.

"Why are you screaming!" He yelled at me, trying to overpower my voice as I gaped at him.

"Because you're voice is so nice in person it's so pleasant your whole face is pleasant everything about you is pleasant!" I shouted back, hypervenilating and motioning towards him with shaking hands before male me entered the room.

That dick is pleasant!

"Oh god, just ignore her, she's been weird all morning. Probably a period thing." Clone me scoffed, grabbing an apple from the fruit bowl as him and Harry began to converse with eachother.

Oh my god, male me was tight with Harry Styles.

Fuck yesssss.

"Why is she crying?" Harry suddenly asked, lowering his voice into a whisper as he leaned over to my male clone before they both looked at me in concern and confusion.

It was then I realized tears were streaming down my face and I was a full on blubbering hiccuping mess as I rubbed at my scrunched up face.

"I'm sorry- I just- I really love you so much and- and-" I choked out, looking over to my male clone- or brother who was combing the miniscule hairs of his mustache with a small brush as he looked at a compact mirror in his hand before my eyes went back to Harry.

"And- and I look ugly as a boy too...." I cried, my voice coming out gravelly by the end of my sentence like some seventy year old smoker as I sobbed.

"Uh...."

"Ca- can I have a hug pleaseee...." I wheezed out, my eyes probably looking non existent from scrunching them as the tears blurred my vision while I blindly groped for my idol, reaching out with open arms half expecting to get slammed down by security guards at any minute.

"Um, Sure...." I heard him say in uncertainty with a hint of fear before I felt his warm hesitant arms wrap around my shaking body, his large hand rubbing my back as I buried my wet face in his shirt and hugged him back, trying to catch my breath.

I felt the hand on my back slowly trail down, hovering right above my ass before male me began to yell at us.

"Hey! That's my sister dude don't do that shit!" Male me snapped, causing Harry to pull back with a laugh as he sent me a cheeky smirk while I wiped at my tears.

"Oh come on Ned loosen up, we were just playin' around, isn't that right Liza." Harry grinned, his voice a deep rasp as he eyed me making me blink at him in shock with my smudged racoon make up.

Why... why did that sentence sound so familiar.

"Um-"

"Dude you're my best friend, stop checking out my sister it's weird." Male me- or Ned said as he tossed Harry a granola bar from the pantry.

Oh shit.

I've definitely read this scene before...

I turned to Harry, knowing exactly what he was about to say and do next.

"I'd never check out your sister." I quoted under my breath, looking back down at nothing in particular as I tried to process what was happening.

"I'd never check out your sister." Harry responded just like I had predicted and when Ned turned his back to us to get a cup of orange juice Harry's green eyes met mine.

Don't do the wink, don't fucking do it.

He ran his tongue along the inside of cheek making his dimpled smile more prominent before he winked at me.

'Ajsjdkejendnsnenj' was my immediate thought because yes, that word does exist when a fangirl is fangirling so hard.

That was it.

This wasn't the real Harry Styles, the real one couldn't wink for shit but that right there was the perfect wink.

That's why this one looked so young.

This wasn't the real Harry Styles.

This Harry was from a fanfiction.

And my life was becoming his story.