It Started With A Text Message

One

            “Steffi…” someone calls my name out of nowhere with a low whisper.

            “Oh” is all I can respond.

            “Steffi…” the same voice repeated and I scan my room once again and I find it empty. Steffi, you’re going mad, you’re hearing voices. I frowned. I notice the windows are open and the full moon is shining with those twinkling stars above.

            “Steffi…”the whispering continues and I look up at the sky and said, “God?”

            “STEFFI LOCKE!” then a familiar thick English accent mentioned my name, guess who my very dumbass best friend.

            “God! YOU ALMOST KILLED THE SHIT OUR OF ME! Harold what are you doing here?” I ask him.

            “Could you just let me in please; my ass is literally freezing right now. I’ll tell you when I’m inside”

            “What if I won’t?” I challenged him.

            “Oh c’mon I know you can’t resist Me.” he shouted back while he show me his famous puppy eyes.

            “Okay, okay fine.” Then I went downstairs to open the door for him. I should’ve let his ass freeze outside but the temperature is really low so I am worried to the poor thing and I let him in.

            “Why do have to do that? You should’ve phoned me or just ring the door bell, that’s the reason why people invented doorbells, sweetheart.” I asked casually.

            “Oh. I didn’t think of that.” He smiled. Oh god! I’m so done with him. But I just laugh out loud because of his wicked intelligence. Really I told you, #GemmaisthebetterStyles

            “What brings you here? You’re fans might’ve mobbed you or stalk you or they might set this house on fire or they could’ve rape you!” I told him. We both laugh on the last thing that his fans might do to him.

            “Someone said is bored as fuck and distracting me while I’m having a practice with the boys.”

            “Oh? Really. Don’t. Lie. To. Me. Harry.” I spoke slowly.

            “Really.” He answered honestly. I have known him for years, and I can tell whether he is lying or not by his obvious actions. Oh, first things first Harry is a terrible liar. He is sitting comfortable on the couch while I sat opposite to him, his feet on the coffee table and I swat them with my hands.

            “Ouch! That hurts!” he yelp and I stuck my tongue out like a five year old child.

            “HOW MANY TIMES I MUST TELL YOU THAT NEVER PUT THOSE DAMN FEET ON THE FUCKING COFFEE TABLE, MOM WILL KILL ME!” I shout.

            “Calm your ass down. Okay, okay.” He put his feet on the ground that makes a strange sound while his boots hit the tiled floor. Oh he’s always a pain in the arse.

            “Why you’re not answering my texts?” I asked him while raising one of my eyebrows.

            “Told you were having some rehearsals. And I’m really busy sexy man.” He wiggle his eyebrows. I wanna puke right now.

“Okay. So what do you want to do?” I ask while smiling.

            “Uhhmm, maybe we can watch some flicks.” He suggested.