"We will rediscover your inspiration. And you know that when I point, I have to do it, "he concluded. I shook my head, wearily.
"Not this time, hedgehog. You're embarking on something too big for you. "
"Yasmin, I have no choice. My time here is limited, and I do not know exactly how much I will have available, "he said, sitting down on the table, resting his elbows on his thighs and staring at the floor. "If you do not hurry to write the conclusion of the book and send me back to my world ... I will die."
~
I thought I had hallucinations, that I was still in the most absurd of my dreamlike parts.
But no.
Because Harry Styles, the character in the story I was writing, had just come out of the computer.
Literally.
And he stared at me, surprised, on the other side of the room.
I began to feel dizzy.
"You're different from what I expected," she said softly.
"How so?" he asked, glancing at her.
"I don't know," she replied, searching for the right words. "You just... have this way of making people feel like they matter. Even here, in this... nightmare."
He was quiet for a moment before responding. "You matter, Y/n. Don't forget that."
OR
Y/n wakes up in the deadly Squid Game, surrounded by strangers and fighting to survive. What she doesn't know is that the mysterious Frontman is watching her every move through the cameras- and she's caught his attention.