It Started With A Text Message

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LOCKE :))))

I faced palm myself after reading his message and my tummy aches because of laughing at his childish behavior. He never matures. C’mon his 20, Harry Styles everyone (._.) I sent him back a message.

ME: HAROLD IM BOREEEEDDDDDD T.T

HARRY: hang yourself then :P

ME: DO IT FIRST CURLY! XD

HARRY: NAH!!! WHY WOULD I?

ME: DUDE YOU SUGGSTED IT, ITS YOUR IDEA LITTLE BASTARD :D

HARRY: STEFF….

ME: ???

HARRY: IM CURRENTLY BUSY RIGHT NOW IM IN A MIDDLE OF SOMETHING. YOU ACTUALLY DISTRACTED ME

ME: AHA!! YOUR! BANGING SOMEONE RIGHT NOW ;)

HARRY: Yup.

ME: HAHAHAHAHAHA. YOUR REALLY A MANWHORE DUDE :DDDDD

HARRY: God! Don’t even start with that. WHY YOU GOTTA BE SO MEAN?

ME: Did I hit a nerve curly hazza :D

~Co’z something I’ll be living in a big old city, and all you’re ever gonna be is mean HAHAHAHAHAHA LMFAO HAZ :DD

HARRY: lets just don’t talk about her -.-

ME: curly HAZZA is bitter with his EX!!! HAHAHAHA

#HAYLORFEELS :”>

HARRY: No comment with that -.-

ME: Hey! You’re dating Kendall?

HARRY: No! Were just friends.

ME: I see….

ME: Hahahaha HEY I TOLD U HELP ME WID THIS FUCKING BOREDOOMMM!!!!

I waited for ages but he didn’t reply even a ‘single fuck off or a shut the fuck up bitch! Stop pissing the hell out of me’ but he didn’t :(

            So I spent the rest of my hours surfing the net, browsing videos on YouTube, checking tweets on my Twitter account. While I was busy reading tweets I saw a hashtag on the side of my profile about some things trending or happening worldwide. #GemmaIsTheBetterStyles.

I WAS LAUGHING SO DAMN HARD AT THIS HASTAG!!! REALLY MY STOMACH IS LITERALLY ACHING RIGHT NOW! HAHAHA!

So I tweeted: Definitely #GemmaIsTheBetterStyles because @Harry_Styles is the biggest idiot ever. HAHAHA. And I that tweet was followed by more.

*#GemmaIsTheBetterStyles @Harry_Styles pee on his bed until 15 XD* I know Gemma already tweeted that but I’m literally LOL’ng.

I also retweet some of Gemma’s tweet about Harry because it’s so fucking funny.

            The clock at the nightstand table indicates 7:15 PM and I am really surprised to myself that I managed to live for how many hours while having a battle with BOREDOM. God! I decided to go downstairs to prepare myself something to eat for dinner. I live alone right now. My parents died when I was 8, A HUGE HUGE WHALE ATE THEM. Kidding, they are just off from work right now. Hard working parents though. So basically, I prepare some microwavable lasagna; open the fridge to pour myself a glass of lemonade. Mom made this before she and dad left for work. I put my food altogether in a tray and bring it upstairs. I really hate staying here in the kitchen when I am alone, it’s kinda creepy. I help myself with the lasagna and emptied the glass of lemonade. BURP! I literally burp, Gross I know but I just burped so bear with it :P. I put the dishes on the top of my study table.