daily dm || harry styles || complete

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miss you already x

(1:20, 16.01.2017)

gracie 👑

miss you too els x

i hope you're okay

god, i really hope you're okay

stay safe my lovely girl

love you x

i hope talking works

bye bye x

(1:21, 16.01.2017)

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Ellie sat back in her desk chair, drumming her fake nails (to hide the ones she'd bitten to the quick) on the wood of her desk

Talk to someone.

That was all she had to do.

But wouldn't it be easier? Wouldn't it be easier to just keep this all locked away? That way she was the only one getting hurt. That's what she thought, anyway.

Still, Gracie was trying. Ellie knew that. The other thing that Ellie knew was that it had taken her three months to work up enough courage to tell Gracie (her best friend of twelve years) about the antidepressants. The ones she'd had for three years, and counting.

Gracie thought she could just open up to a stranger, someone who would listen, and tell her how to 'fix herself'. What if Ellie didn't want to be fixed?

However, Ellie knew that Gracie didn't like specifics. Ellie also knew that it was often very easy to find a loophole around her promises to Gracie.

Closing out of the messages app on her phone, Ellie swiped over to instagram. She had around one thousand followers, but that was only because of her friendship with Mila and Mieka - if you could even call sharing a house a 'friendship'.

Swipe down, swipe down, double tap, comment. The same routine that Ellie liked. It practically kept her sane.

And then, a photo of herself popped up. A photo posted by none other than her cousin Becca, all the way back on January seventh. Ellie's birthday.

Looking at Becca's handle, an idea popped into Ellie's head. @mullingar_girl. Becca's full-on fangirling was always intense.

Gracie had said that Ellie should talk to someone. Someone. Gracie had never said that it had to be someone who would listen. Someone who wouldn't ever read her messages was perfect for Ellie, in this case.

Who better than a celebrity for her to spill all her darkest secrets to?

Ellie sat at her desk, staring blankly into space for a few more minutes, combing through her brain for a celebrity to text.

It had to be a boy. That was a given. She didn't need yet another girl in her life, her house was already full of them. The boys in her life were all dicks, so maybe she could replace them.

Her brain continued to run dry until about five minutes later, when she looked back at Becca's account, and her profile picture lent some inspiration.

A curly-haired, green-eyed face floated into the forefront of Ellie's mind (the face of none other than her first celebrity crush).

Harry Edward Styles.

There was no chance in hell that he'd ever read her messages, let alone reply.

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DIRECT MESSAGES BETWEEN @elliepotts_ AND @harrystyles

(1:45 PM, 16.01.2017)

@elliepotts_

well hello there Harry Styles (and Harry Styles' management)

i'm just another one of thousands of messages that come into your inbox

let's clear one thing up - i'm no crazy fangirl

i'm not one of those girls who gives you credit for saving their lives

no, i'm just a girl who needs some comfort as hers slowly slips away

poetic, isn't it?

that's why i'm a literature major

now you know two things about me

my major, and my name

then again, i could google you and find at least ten thousand articles, so i don't feel too bad

well

i've left your inbox slightly more cluttered than it was before i arrived, and that was truly my only intention

until tomorrow (that's right, im sending you this crap every day, enjoy it)

bye harold x

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heyyyyy

im sorry this was so long

PLEASE DON'T LEAVE ME

I'LL MAKE THE NEXT ONES SHORTER

I SWEARRRRRRR

and i know it's meant to be an insta book

but i put regular text in there, because i needed it for the story, mkay

until next time

all the love, K xo