All the groomsmen laughed and messed around as they left the small, messy room. Harry has knots in his stomach as he took one last final look in the mirror. He stared at him self, occasionally squinting his eyes. He straightened his bow and slicked his hair back once again to make sure he looked perfect for his wife-to-be, Clara. As Harry thought of Clara a wicked smile appeared across his face. He was finally going to be able to be with the one he loved most. The idea made his knots worse and seem more tangled in his stomach. The vase from the side table fell, leaving a loud crash, water and broken pieces of glass everywhere in the floor.
Harry's neck snapped from left to right. The room was much too small for anyone of his size to hide in. He shook his head and bent down to clean up the mysterious mess. His hair fell into a mop covering his eyes, trying to blow it out of his face, he sighed. Harry stood up and took a hair tie out of his bag and tried to makes the neatest bun possible. He looked into a mirror only to find a woman staring at him behind him.
He tried to yell. He even tried to scream. He crumbled into a ball in the corner of the room trying to escape this horror.
Now, the woman looked normal, until she opened her eyes which appeared to be an amber yellow color, and cocked her head, and gave a terrifying smirk.
"We got him. The one and only Harry Styles. I was telling you about him." She exclaimed to a rather old crippled man, "Isn't he marvelous?"
The man nodded his head and gestured to the side.
"We must be going, they'll be looking for him soon. We already cut it short by waiting this late." She said harshly.
Harry tried to keep conscious. He fought and tried. He was scared and his body shut down. He was gone.
The dark, tiled room was nippy and cold. The dim light creeped across the skin of the occupants. Harry sat upright in a chair with his hair dangling in his face, unconscious. Various medicine and liquids were injected to his body. The steady rhythm of his heart was the only noise to be heard.
The clicking of heels were heard in the distance and appeared to be getting closer. The tall slender woman entered.
"Calliope, he should be awake any moment." Said a young looking man with glasses and a white lab coat. He stood up and got closer to her. "Everything went as planned."
He exited.
Calliope took a seat on the broken stool next to Harry. She say there and stared into his heart monitor, randomly muttering gibberish.
Harry began to restlessly move around. He let out a haunting cry for Clara. His eyes flashed open. His breaths were quick and loud.
"I'm Calliope." She spoke.
"Harry, I think- know my name is Harry." He seemed to settle down.
"Well Harry, you are one of the lucky ones." She stood up and unhooked Harry from his aray of tubes.
"Harry, you are here because we chose you. You belong here. You may not remember anything, but that's okay. Your new life is what matters now." She said in a buttressing tone, "Follow me, I will explain more." They began to walk.
"We are all special people. Each of us have six traits that are brought out with a special medicine. We use those traits to make the world a better place. We influence people. Sometimes it's good, sometimes it bad." She said.
"W-well, um, what are my traits?" Harry ask unaware. Calliope smirked.
"Sexy, daring, focused, vicious, beaten down, and humble. Welcome to the cult, leader."
