I woke up today, with the sun shining in my face. That's weird. The windows are on the other side of my room. I just shrugged it off and adjusted my vision. But as weird as it seems, my vision was blurry.

What the-

I tried touching everything on the side table, and I felt something. You won't believe what it is.

They were glasses. When did I ever own glasses?!

They looked disgusting. Not disgusting like they had molds or something. The disgusting like they were so old-fashioned. They had big lenses and are black. Eww.

I just scratched my head in confusion and wore them. Ah, that's better. But still really weird. I had 20/20 vision. This is impossible.

I looked around, but what I saw almost made my eyes explode.

This wasn't my room. This was way, way worse than it. The room had absolutely no style and no decorations in it. The walls were painted dark green, the color I hated most.

What the heck?! Who's room is this?

Then a thought crossed my mind.

I must be in some hidden camera comedy show.

I ended up laughing at myself, considering how stupid I must've looked.

But that started to fade, because I didn't see any cameras around. I looked around to find them, but it was pretty hard since I wasn't familiar with the room.

I came upon a mirror and that made my jaw practically reach the floor.

I was wearing another person's clothes.

I know for sure was in my PJ'S last night, but now I was in a sweater, pants and some socks that looked extremely goofy.

What the heck?! Whose are these things?!

I took the clothes off in a hurry, disgusted by them. I threw it in the floor, just staring at them. Just then a voice called my name.

"Ronnie, come down now. Breakfast is ready.", the man called.

Wait- that isn't my dad!

I grabbed the clothes again and just wore them since I don't want him or whoever is down there to see me naked.

As I descended the stairs, I looked around, taking it all in. The walls were different, the decorations weren't there, there was even no carpet on the floors!

Weird. Really, really WEIRD!

But at the same time, this place was sorta familiar. I must've been here before?

As I reached the last step, I came upon a tall, dark haired man with green eyes. He was smiling at me and he was holding a plate which I assumed he made for me.

Holy moly, it was Harry's father!

"Hey, Ronnie! I decided to make you breakfast!", he greeted with a smile on his face.

"Um, where am I Mr. Styles?", I asked, still confused.

But he too, was confused at my question. "You're at our house, Ronnie. And why are you calling me Mr. Styles, honey?", he asked slowly, eyeing me.

Our house?! Wait- oh my gosh, it all clicked in now! I'm in Harry's house!

"Um- I'm confused. I'm Ronnie, Ronnie Wilson. I'm not your daughter, Mr. Styles.", I said, laughing at the end.

Yet the confusion in his face stayed there. He looks like he thinks I've gone mad.

"What are you talking about, sweetie? Yeah, it's cute that you are using the Wilson's last name since you have a crush on their son, but come on, stop playing games with me.", he said, slightly annoyed.

Wilson's son? Why would I have a crush on my brother?

"But- I-" " Okay, I've gotta get going. I have work. Bye honey!", he ranted, grabbed his keys then left me standing there.

What is going on?!

I just stood there, still processing everything going on. I was Mr. Styles's daughter? How in the heck did that happen?!

I looked at the clock and saw it was already 7:30 AM. Yikes, 30 more minutes till the bell rings!

I hurried up the room and took a shower. This bathroom was much, much smaller than mine.

I looked at the closet to get some clothes.

You've got to be kidding me.

Everything in here was for nerds. No, seriously. There were only sweaters, cardigans, dorky t-shirts, pants these really long socks that go up to your knees, and the most hideous shoes I've ever seen.

I decided to just wear some shirt that had a dumb quote on it, some pants, a cardigan and those shoes I was talking about.

I can't believe how I looked right now. If Christy and Yvonne saw me, they would laugh at my face.

I looked horrible, like the nerds at my school.

Oh no, I'm officially a nerd!

A/N: What the- that's really weird! Don't you think fellas? Karma did hit her, in a weird way. More in the next chapter. Message me, my mangoes! -RedstripedGirl175