harry styles · one direction · time travel · 2013 era · niall horan · fish out of water · british · pop star · youthful energy · comedy
The muted orange glow of a streetlamp seeps past foreign curtains, stretching shadows over a cluttered, unfamiliar space. Particles of dust swirl in the last traces of an eerie blue light that hangs in the air, dissolving like a forgotten breath. I blink hard, my heart a frantic drum against my ribs as I take in the sleek furniture, the massive television screen, the slim device left on the coffee table—objects that feel like they belong in a future we haven't lived. Beside me, Niall stands chalk-white, his eyes wide saucers. "Harry, mate, where in God's name have we landed?" he whispers, the words cracking. I move toward the window, peering out at a jagged skyline of towers I've never seen. Then a sharp, startled cry shatters the quiet—a girl our age stands rigid in the doorway, her…