I can't believe this is happening.

All these thoughts were running around my mind as I was packing all my stuff as fast as I could.

Since I knew, that I couldn't do anything in this situation and was obligated to follow my mother's orders.

It's not like I could call the Cops, or Child Protective Services or anything.

I had to listen to her, after all my whole life depended on it!

I had no where else to go and no one to ask for help.

Now that I'm sold, I guess I won't be needing my phone, so I threw it away.

• • •

I had packed all my stuff and was about to take a nap when someone knocked on my window.

Huh.

Who could possibly be here?

It was a man.

I opened my wide window to him. He couldn't possibly do anything harmful to me, right? After all he was just a normal man dressed in all black clothes and a balaclava, covering his face.

Right as I opened the window, he put is hand on my mouth, grabbed me, and forced me into a black van.

I was scared at first, but that went away as soon as I realized that this must be what my mother was talking about.

As the van started moving, I tried to talk to him, “Hey, I'm really scared you know. And did you even sanitize  your hands before putting them on my mouth? Is this seat sanitized?”

He gasped, and his voice came out in a thick Brit accent,

Huh, it is pretty strange that everyone here has that same accent.

“Bold of you to assume, I wouldn't have sanitized. What do you think I am, a monster?”

I stayed quiet.

He spoke again, “And don't you worry, your owner is the member of a former boy band, who went solo.”

The shock must be visible on my ugly little face with my big blue eyes, defined cheek bones, and plum lips, because he asked, “What's the matter, hun?”

“Oh, absolutely nothing.” I replied, a little too chirpy. And he must be noticed it too because his lips turned into a small smile.

I had read my fair share of 2013 Wattpad fan fictions, to know, that it was going to be none other than, Harry Styles, that I was being sold off too, for toilet paper.

Suffice to say, I, indeed was, very ecstatic to meet younger me’s crush and work for him. Or, be a slave or something.

What else could I ask for from life!
This was it! I was a slave for Harry Styles. He could hit me with a bus and I would apologize!

Even if he would be a controlling jerk, a cheater, and a mean player  –which he is not, but that's how fan fictions portray him like–  I would still love him, with all my heart, because what if he's a mere stranger to me? I will still give my heart to him.

As I was thinking the names of our children, I dozed off.

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a/n

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—an author who gets millions of views on their senseless, cliché, weird and unoriginal fan fics.