***This isn't my story. I'm just translating this from the Italian version 'Stanza 258' by Sgrissi. None of the ideas are mine, i'm purely rewriting it in English*** "Styles... Harry Styles" I looked at the secretary who was looking for my name on the list she had. "Styles, Styles, Styles...; Ah, here it is! Room 258, you’re sharing it with a certain Louis Tomlinson!" I took the key she was handing me and I gave her one of my smiles I was sure it would melt her. That forty-years-old lady was probably the youngest woman in this place. Why would my parents force me to attend a boys-only college?