Direct Message

The Tweet

'I will be following and messaging some of you guys back tonight! Stay tuned! Xx'

The tweet notification popped up on my phone and I immediately unlocked and opened my app. This was not a new process, as every fan girl had been through. I retweeted, liked and replied an endless amount of times, as if I was going to stand out among the other thirty thousand people trying to do the same thing as I.

An hour passed after the tweet was sent out, and to my expectations, no response. I knew it was a long shot, but hell, why not? I locked my phone and got off my bed and decided to get up for work. I rolled on to the floor in dread of the six hour shift ahead of me. I glanced at twitter one last time just in case by any odd miracle he would have messaged me back, but to my avail my twitter was blank. I lazily stumbled into my bathroom and plugged my phone in to my speaker system. 9:14 a.m., one hour and forty six minuets before I need to be at work. 

I stood in the shower for a good pointless ten minuets before I actually started to wash anything. Lately I had just lost all motivation to get ready and actually go to work. I worked at a small flower shop down the road from my small apartment just on the outside of town. Depending on who was working, the shift could either go slow or really slow, and I am almost sure today is going to go on the extra slow side. As I fumbled out of the shower, I wrapped my drenched hair up in my towel and headed to my vanity. I loved my makeup, but when it came to work I did the bare minimum. A little gel in my brows, concealer and mascara and I was good to go. I grabbed the pair of denim skinny jeans that I wore to work the day before, and a clean black shirt out of my dresser. I slipped my black vans on and pulled the towel off of the top of my head. My damp blonde hair fell down just below my collar bones and began to wave as it always does when it dries.

I slumped down my hall and into the kitchen to quickly eat before I was late to work for the third time this week. I threw a frozen waffle in to the toaster and grabbed an iced coffee out of the firdge. I wrapped the waffle in a paper towel and took it to go as a grabbed my car keys off the hook and went on with my day. I pulled into my works parking lot at 10:58 and ran into the back break room and clocked in with just a minuet to spare. The place seemed quiet today, meaning that I was working with Alice. She was a sweet old woman who tamed and pampered the flowers like they were all her own children, and in a way they were. She never really talked much, so when she worked the only sounds that filled the garden center were the old radio barley playing in the back and the watering hose wandering the place with Alice.

I took my apron off the rack and went out on to the floor. "Good morning Alice." I say as I walk past her and over to the front doors to unlock the building for the day.

"Morning Em." She mumbles, her head buried in a bed of daffodils she was plucking. Those were probably the only words she would say to me all day. I turned on our florescent open sign on that hung in our front window, and made my way to the work counter to put together today's orders and arrangements. My phone vibrated in my pocket, 'Thank you guys for all the love and support on my new song This Town! Love you all so very much! Xx '. As always when the notifications pop up, I do the ceremonial like, retweet and reply. I shoot out a quick ' Love the new song more than anything, proud of you! ' tweet, lock my phone and go back to work. 

The work day goes by fairly quick. We had a few small orders, even an engagement arrangement which was as always sweet beyond belief. Alice had kept to herself, as expected, and I was able to work and day dream in peace. Alice had left an hour before I had, so I was left to close the store by myself, which I didn't really mind. I had nothing to do the rest of the evening so I had more than enough time to play around with the flowers and make my way home.

I stepped in to my apartment and pealed my shoes off my feet. I turned the living room light on and slumped down on the couch. My Chinese takeout was too hot to eat right away so I left it on the counter top to cool off. I laid with my face in the couch cushion, tired for no reason because work just simply was not that hard. I heard my phone vibrate on the kitchen counter. It was probably just another twitter notification, but I ignored it and stayed on the couch. I reply and like every other tweet, I can afford to miss one every now and then. What am I even working for, and electronic acknowledgement that would take him three seconds to do and he wouldn't even know who I am and just move on to the next one. Every second that passed the couch felt more and more comfortable.

I woke up around one in the morning, not even realizing that I had fallen asleep. My phone was vibrating like a monster on the fake slate counter top that it was resting on. I groaned and turned over on the couch. I took my jeans and bra off before standing up. I got light headed from the sudden movement and stumbled to the counter top. I put my un touched food in the fridge, my phone still going off like there is no tomorrow. I rub my eyes and squint at my phone, the light being to bright for my tired eyes. Nothing but twitter notifications. I turn my phone off and return to my place on the couch. I close my eyes for a few seconds, but my phone would not stop going off. I groaned and got back up off the couch and opened twitter. 

Niall Horan Official retweeted your tweet!   

There was no way. This could not be real!