Stanza258 Stories

«Styles... Harry Styles» I watched the secretary search for my name in the long list of papers she had. «Styles, Styles, Styles... Ah, there it is! Room 258, you are sharing a room with a certain Louis Tomlinson!" I took the keys she offered me and gave her one of my smiles, that I was sure would melt her. That forty-year-old secretary was probably the youngest woman in this place. Why had my parents forced me to a men's college? Well actually I knew that, but it still wasn't right. (I don't own anything, all rights reserved to @sgrissi)