"W-who are you?" My voice was quiet and shaky, I hardly recognized it. "Harry... Styles." The name was familiar to me somehow, I pushed the thought aside. "W-where am I?" "Oh, where are my manners... " he furrowed his eyebrows for a moment, looking down slightly. He turned his head back up to look at me and a mischievous smirk spread across his pale plump lips, "welcome to Hell, love."