The room is pitch black. In fact, I'm not even sure where I am. I do know it isn't my room, though. I can just feel that it isn't. It doesn't feel like home. I look around and search aimlessly for some sort of light. There's nothing and it's completely silent.

"Hello?"

I call out and my voice echoes in the emptiness.

"Hello, Harry," I deep voice hollers. It's echoing too and I can't tell where it's coming from. It sounds like it's everywhere.

"Who is it? Where are you? I can't see anything."

I'm standing, so I feel around, trying to walk, but I don't feel anything. My legs won't move, either.

"You don't know me yet, but you will soon enough."

The voice is eerie. It's a man's voice for sure, but there's nothing familiar about it. It bothers me that he won't answer all of my questions. He's selective in answering and doesn't seem to care at all.

"Are we going to be friends?" I can hear the unsurety in my own voice and it's followed with a maniacal laughter circling me.

"Friends is always a relative word. You and I, though, Harry, we'll be no such thing."

"That's too bad," I whisper, hoping that I'll wake up soon. I know it's a dream, but I can't move and I don't know how to wake myself up.

That's when I hear a noise. It's off in the distance, but it's loud. The whirring is familiar too, screeching just like that noise I heard on my way to school. From that box I swore I imagined.

"That's the Doctor," the voice sounds afraid, "that'll be my cue. Goodbye for now, Harry."

There's a whooshing sound and there's a new silence surrounding me. The voice is gone. Now there's a new one, though. A kinder one.

"Hello! Harry, is it? Wake up, please."


My eyes shoot open suddenly and I'm greeted by a pair of blue eyes in front of mine. I scream and scurry up to the top of the bed. The man jumps back and pulls his hands up to his chest in defense. You would think that I startled him.

"Who the hell are you?"

My eyes get used to the darkness and I can see a little better. The man brings his hands up to his own neckline and adjusts a bright red bow-tie. He's in a full suit actually, with dated pants and a tan tweed jacket.

"I am the Doctor; pleased to meet you, Harry Styles."

My eyebrows scrunch together in confusion as he continues, "That is your name, isn't it? God, if it isn't I'm quite sorry. You know, I know a lot of people and seeing as this is our first time meeting, it wouldn't be much of a shock for me to have buggered it up. If you need to correct me, though, I won't mess it up again. Is it Harry Styles? I swear that was what Jack told me."
It almost feels as though I should calm down the stranger in my bedroom because he's seems more anxious and excitable than I am. Wait, Jack. That's what the "guidance counselor's" name is.

"Jack? Captain Jack or something?"

"Yes! Good, I'm glad I got the right house. Could have been quite embarrassing if I had knocked on the wrong door. Well, knocked is probably not the best word. I would have, but I was also informed that I shouldn't wake your mother," he begins to whisper, "is she indeed asleep?"

"She's not here," the moment the words leave my mouth, I feel like smacking myself. Why did I just tell an intruder that my mother wasn't home? I told the man that broke into my house in the middle of the night that I, a seventeen year old kid, am all alone. There's something about him that just isn't threatening, though.

"Oh, good. I don't exactly like running into parents. It's never fun explaining to parents. Well, what are you still doing in bed, Harry Styles? Get up! Get up!"

I don't get up. I watch him instead as he starts to open my drawers, taking out a few articles of clothing from each, "Are you picky about clothes? If not, there are plenty of options in the TARDIS as well. You can pack a few things and then go from there. Well, come on now. You're still lying down."

"Stop!"

It comes out louder and ruder than I expected, but why am I concerned with that when a stranger is packing my clothes for me to go somewhere that I'm unaware of?

"I'm sorry, I haven't let you say a thing, have I? I tend to do that, so feel free to tell me to shut up when you want to say something. Go ahead, then."

He sits on the edge of my bed, one leg crossed over the other.

"I don't know who you are and I don't know what you're doing here, but I'm going to call the police, okay?"

His eyes widen and he stands up again, moving closer to the window. I'm not sure why I'm checking with him about calling the police. I suppose I want a real explanation.

"Jack didn't tell you I was coming, did he?"

I shake my head, more confused than before.

"That's so like him. He probably flirted a bit, cracked a few jokes, and totally missed the purpose. Was he drinking, by any chance?"

I nod this time and push my covers aside enough to stand up.

"Not surprising. I should have sent someone else, then. I'll remember that next time. Come here, Harry Styles."

I don't know why he continues to say my full name, but I listen to him and join him by the window. I still don't know what it is, but something is comforting and friendly about the intruder. Now I just sound insane.

"You see that box over there?" He points to the sidewalk to the left of my house, "That right there is my- uh, vehicle."

Okay, now he sounds insane; but, really he has since he showed up here. It's just a box, though. From here I can tell it's blue, but that's about it.

"Um- you said you're a doctor? What kind of doctor? Not medical, I presume."

The man chuckles, "What gave it away?"

"You're a bit bonkers to be that kind of doctor."

He takes offense to that, "Am not. I just don't have the time to be that kind of doctor. Look, it doesn't matter. I have a proposition for you, Harry Styles."

I shrug and stare out the window at his supposed vehicle, "I don't know why I'm even going to listen to this since I still don't know who you are; but some weird shit has been happening the past few days, so tell me, what exactly is your proposition?"

"Don't worry; I'll answer all your questions later. Well, not all; but a decent amount of them. First, come with me."

I still don't know what I'm doing when I pull a shirt and shoes on and follow the man out my front door, "Did I forget to lock that?"

"No, don't worry; it was locked. I just have the right tools."

He pulls out a long metal probe-like item and presses a button on the side, making the tip light up green in combination with a whirring noise, "What is that?"

I reach forward to touch it as we walk side by side through my yard, but the Doctor flips it in his hand and slips it back in his jacket pocket, "Sonic screwdriver. Opens things and stuff; rubbish on wood, though."

I nod, pretending to believe him or even understand what he's saying. My mind is immediately distracted when we approach the blue box. It's the same exact box that I saw on my way to school. It has a light at the top; but, now I can get a real look at it.

"Police Public Call Box. Wait, are you the police? If you are, I already got a phone call about my mum. I'm fine here alone."

The Doctor quirks an eyebrow and knocks on the front of the box, pulling back and snapping his fingers once. A door opens and I jump back a bit.

"I'm not the police, Harry. I'm just the Doctor and I want to show you something. Follow me," he walks through the door and I reluctantly follow, glancing around on the street in case one of the neighbors is out and sees me. The street is empty, though, as I step inside the box that doesn't look like it'll comfortably fit us both.

"What the-"

"Do you believe in aliens, Harry?"

I shrug and glance around the humongous room. It doesn't make any sense. It's bigger on the inside; but, that just can't be. This has to be a dream. I'm sure of it now. I'll wake up like in the movies and it was a dream within a dream or some Inception shit. That movie didn't make sense to me, though, and neither does this. The room we're in alone seems larger than my house, and there are different sets of stairs leading off towards what look like hallways.

"Well, you should because you've been talking to one for the past twenty minutes."

My eyes stop scanning the walls, if you could call them that, and meet his, "Wait, do you mean you? You don't look like an alien to me," I scoff, obviously not taking him seriously. Then again, if this isn't a dream, then whatever I'm inside is not earthly.

"Well, how exactly would you know what an alien is meant to look like if you didn't even know if you believed in them, hmm?"

I shrug again. My vocal chords are useless right now and I can't focus on one thing. There's just so much going on and so much to take in. In the center of the room, near where the Doctor and I are standing, is a large metal console with about a thousand buttons, circling around a tall glass tube. I may not believe him that he's an alien; but, this structure is out of this world.

"You know; you didn't say the, 'it's bigger on the inside' bit. I love that part and you just didn't say it."

I step forward, still examining my surroundings, "I thought you would have already known it was bigger on the inside, Doctor. Since it is your 'vehicle' and all. It's kind of like Hermione's bag in Harry Potter. Is there a spell on it?"

The Doctor leans on the console, shaking his head tiresomely, "It's harder to shock people as generations pass. But, no, Harry Styles. Magic is not real; physics is real, though. Slightly advanced physics, of course; but, this sexy girl is dimensionally transcendental."

That doesn't clear anything up for me, so I'll just continue to consider it a spell. If I'm correct, though, he just called this thing sexy, which is quite awkward. Mum had a boyfriend once who used to say the same thing about his Camaro, and I definitely think that this blue box is much more qualified for that nickname. It's sleek and impressive; his dumb car was dull and broke down all the time.

"Let's say I believe you. Is this like your... Spaceship, then? Like it can go into outer space?" I question him, waiting for a legitimate answer that might actually prove something to me.
The Doctor whirls around happily, jumping onto the main platform and pressing about five different buttons in sequence while speaking, "This is my TARDIS; It stands for Time And Relative Dimension In Space." He rests his hand on a lever and glances up at me, "We can go wherever and whenever."

At that, he pulls the lever and the box jolts, jostling me slightly. I grip a nearby railing and watch as the Doctor smiles gleefully up at the now-noisy glass tube. Something rises and falls and it almost sounds like the machine is breathing- in and out, in and out- and soon it stops. The Doctor steps forward with his arms behind his back, "Go open the door."

I stand still, undecided as to whether I should listen. My logical mind tells me that we'll still be sitting in front of my house and that this is some sort of intricate practical joke. However, my imagination and intuition tells me that I have no idea what's outside the door. That's more exciting than the former, and I wrestle with whether I should take the bait.

"Go on, then. Just go look; I promise you're safe."

I nod slowly, my mouth feeling impossibly dry. I wearily turn around and slowly walk toward the door we had entered through. I press my palms against it and take a deep breath before pushing it open gently.

I gasp immediately. We're somewhere entirely different than anything I've ever seen in my life. There aren't even pictures on the internet that look like this. The sky is deep purple and the ground is a soft yellow. I can't call the covering grass, but I assume it's an equivalent. There's only a field in front of me. The Doctor joins me, pushing the doors open wider.

"Come on, let's go outside!"

He steps out of the TARDIS, but I'm reluctant to follow. Instead I question, "Where are we?"
The Doctor turns to face me, walking backwards, "We're on the planet Jora, in the Ellemede Galaxy. You wouldn't have heard of it, though. It's very far from your home. Now ask the fun question!"

The fun question? What on Earth (or on Jora) could he possibly mean? He must notice my confusion, because he adds, "Ask me when we are."

I swallow thickly and dare to step out of the TARDIS. The ground is soft beneath my shoes, "Alright, then. When are we?"

"The year is 5054. That'd be, what 3,043 years later than what we just left?"

I cough and glance around, stunned. There's really no use in not believing him at this point. Why would he lie about the year when we're on a different planet?

I join the Doctor in the field, staring up at two moons in the sky. We stand in silence for a few minutes as I take it all in. It's all too much and I still have an inkling that I'm dreaming.

"So, Harry Styles. About that proposition."

I gulp and turn my head to face him, "What is it?"

He crosses his arms and looks back to the sky nonchalantly, "I'd like for you to travel with me."
My hands are shaking from some sort of mixture of fear and excitement. I'm still watching him, but he isn't phased at all. He's acting as if this is all commonplace to him, "Travel? Like... In time and space?"

He turns to face me and grins excitedly, "Exactly. We can go wherever you'd like: in the past, in the future, on Earth, a trillion lightyears away. You name it and we're there. And it'll be as if you never left. I can take you back to your house on the exact date and time we left whenever you'd like."

I don't really think about it, and my voice is barely audible, "Yes."

The Doctor jumps gleefully and honestly spooks me a bit. I'm not at all used to his overly giddy personality.

"Splendid, Harry Styles. This is going to be just great!" He turns around and approaches the TARDIS again. I follow him, a little disappointed that we can't stay here any longer. I stand in the doorway, leaving it open as he continues on toward the console, "Just two questions, Doctor."
He hums as he presses buttons on the switchboard. I take that as his acknowledgment and continue, "First of all: why do you want me to travel with you?"

The Doctor glances up as I finally shut the door and turn to him, "Well, I've been a bit lonely lately and I think we could both use a friend right now."

I take a few steps until I'm standing next to him at the console, "But, why me?"
He stops what he's doing and rests his hand on my shoulder. Surprisingly, I don't flinch, "Why not you?"

"I'm not special. I don't matter."

His expression grows slightly angry, "You're very special and very important, Harry. You'll know that soon enough," he speaks to me as if he knows me and it's going to take some getting used to, "Now what was your other question and then we'll be off."

I smile, unsure of myself and touched by his kind words, "My other question is... You're the Doctor; but, Doctor who?"

The Doctor only laughs and pulls the lever. This time I'm prepared as the TARDIS whirs to life and I hold onto the console, finally smiling as well. I have a good feeling about this.

Notes

I know that if you are not a Doctor Who fan, this may be a little confusing, but it's kind of supposed to leave a bit of mystery in it, because that's just how Doctor Who is... Questions get answered eventually and some are left unanswered, but if you're confused on the basics of the Doctor, comment or message me and I'll be happy to answer them unless them are major spoilers. :)

Also, I recommend watching an episode of Doctor Who from seasons 5, 6, or 7 because that's the Doctor I've chosen to use in this story (the 11th incarnation). If you don't want to watch the show, then just stay tuned for the next update!

If you ARE a Doctor Who fan (and also if you're not) I'm dying to see what you all think of the first chapter the Doctor is in. Please leave feedback <3 votes are also much appreciated if you are enjoying the story :)


As far as pictures go, for non-DW fans (and DW fans alike):
This is the TARDIS from the outside
This is the console room on the inside:

and just for visual purposes: Harry and the Doctor <3 (i know it's a bad picture but OMG it's actually them together... well a good edit at least hahaha)