Harry's POV
"NO!"I scream,seeing each boy being taken into a room,then being carried back out. Each boy they carry in comes out in a daze,like they don't even know their names.

I stop one of them,Niall,"Niall,are you ok? What happened? Where's Rose?"I ask,referring to his sister.

"Who?"He answers,before getting pushed into a little room by the guards.

"Styles!"A voice booms.

"No! I won't go!"I yell.

"Fine,"The voice sighs,"We'll have to do this the hard way."

What? I think,as two guards come out and push me into the room Niall had just come out
of.They push me into this chair with a giant metal contraption attatched.

"What is this?"I ask,as they strap me into it.

Niether answer,they just nod at each other.

"Harold,how nice of you to join us!"The voice booms enthusiasticly.

"What do you want? "I yell back as the guards puts part of the contraption over my head.

"Well,you will forget many things."

"Don't be so sure."

"For one,love. You will forget what love is and how to love. Two,joy. Three,enthusiasm."The
voice says.

"Who are you?"

"I am the one who helps acheive dreams."

"But,I just want to go home."

"You will forget you're home and family."

"No I won't!"

"Just you wait."One of the guard flips a switch. I hear electricity crackle to life.

"Don't forget me,but you will,"Is all I hear before I black out.



*HOURS LATER*

What happened? Where am I? Who am I?

"You're Harry styles."

"Thanks."I hear myself call.

I try to remember other things. My parents. My home. What happened before I was thrown in here,but I can't.
Why?

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