Fan Wars (One Direction fan fiction)

Chapter 8

A new chapter! And holy bajeebus, 70 reads? Originally, I wrote this fan fic for one person, and now, there're more. I know it dosen't seem like much, but it means a lot, so thank you! And enjoy!

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Shannon's P.O.V

"Come on in, beautiful"

Oh. My. God.

Harry Styles, just called me beautiful.

I just.

I need to scream.

The inner fan girl is trying to bust her way out.

Stay in there Jenny, you stay in there.

Yeah, I call my inner fan girl Jenny, so what?

She acts like a Jenny.

Woah.

Harry's flat is just like mine, except, not clean.

Of course it would be like mine, it's in the same block!

Jenny, control yourself, you're taking up Shannon and Harry time.

Okay Shannon, walk over to the sofa, yep, it's that big cushion-like thing in front of the TV.

Okay, now sit down.

Wait, where's Harry?

"Harry?"

"One second!"

Well, I suppose I could go on my Twitter while I wait.

I have never understood the concept of Twitter, I mean I get that you follow people to read the stuff they write and they can follow you to read the stuff that you write, but it kind of sounds like you are stalking people and they are stalking you.

Just think about it, Followers and Following.

Every time I get someone new following me, I feel a bit paranoid, like they're going to hunt me down and pounce on me when I least expect it.

"Ah, so you have Twitter?"

Jesus Harry!

You do know how to scare someone don't you.

Were you never taught not to stand behind a person, who is pondering their thoughts?

"I do as a matter of fact"

Damn, I forgot to use my mysterious side, I need to remember to do that more often.

"So, what's your user name?"

Okay, be mysterious Shannon, be mysterious.

"What's your user name?"

Okay, I may or may not have already followed him.

Wait.

I just went on a rant about how much people following me is strange, and I'm following Harry.

And I'm in his flat.

So, technically, I'm the stalker.

Quick, un follow him, now!

"I'm hurt"

Woah Styles, what's eating you up?

"I'm one of the most followed people on Twitter, and you don't know my user name?"

Be smart?

Or be serious?

"Well duh, that's why I asked you"

Okay, so I chose smart, don't judge.

"It's my name, obviously"

Wow Styles, you give up that easily?

Okay, now I can follow him again, and become...the stalker!

"And your name is?"

Well, we work fast, don't we Harry?

"MissSHarrop"

Okay, I may have given in easily, but hey, I'm a team player.

Harry's P.O.V

We're currently right in the middle of Bridget Jones Diary.

Yes, I had finally convinced her to watch it after a long debate, and I mean LONG.

Is it strange that I wanted to watch it more than her?

Probably not.

Okay Styles, time to turn your charm on.

Arm around the shoulder, that always works, oh and she likes it, Harry, you are the charm master.

Don't move too fast though,

You're staring Styles, you're staring.

Oh bus she's so beautiful.

I mean, seriously.

She's looking at me.

And she's smiling?

Is this a good sign?

Smile back.

I like the fact that she's a smiley person, it suits her personality well.

As well as her face, it's always lit up, like she's always happy.

We're still staring.

Okay, I think it's time, to lean in, for the kiss.

Firm but gentle.

Just start leaning in Styles, you got this.

She's leaning too, this is it.

No.

No no no no no.

This can't be happening.

Really guys, really?

Put yourself in my situation, you're just about to kiss the most beautifulest girl you have ever seen, and four of your best friends walk through the door, killing the mood.

Gee, thanks guys, I'll be sure to thank you all personally, later. 

Shannon's P.O.V

Okay, this is it, the kiss.

Well, this shall be my first kiss.

I've never had a boyfriend, let alone a date or a kiss.

Well, I guess it's time to find out what everyone has been talking about.

Was that the door?

Well, whatever it was, Harry's moved away.

Oh, great, I was looking forward to the kiss.

Who walks into a flat without knocking?

Okay.

I take that back. I'm in a flat, with all five members of One Direction.

Control yourself Jenny!