It Started With A Text Message

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I texted that currently unknown number back.

*Excuse me, who are you?*

And the number replied immediately.

*:D*

I replied .

*-.-, seriously mate who r u?* I know you well? As far as I know I’m asking you what the fuck are you and you’re going to tell me I know you well, Yeah! I know your shit!

*u know me well :D*

*jesus! I dont evn know u.*

*u know me 4 yrs J*

*im so done with u*

I close my message inbox with that number and deleted it. Who knows who the fucking hell is he/she? It might’ve been one of Harry’s fans you they are really great in leaking their stuffs and that attributes to them as the best fandom in the world. I praise them. *bows mah head* and I certainly creeps my shit when it involves their fans, it’s really overwhelming yet its infuriating when they give more a fucking shit on their personal lives. But I’m not saying that it really annoys me huh. I just don’t like the fact that their fans get my number, I am a terribly lazy person and I don’t want change my cell number you know what I mean.

My phone buzzed once again and I snap at my phone’s direction. I pick it up and check who is it. I heaved a sigh of relief to see it was Harry.

From: OverflowingwithhotnesssexyHARRY

:D

His message read

ME: :D

HARRY: Hi.

ME: Uhm Hello?

#awkwardmuch?

HARRY: Haha.

ME: Hehe.

HARRY: Hihi.

ME: Hoho

HARRY: Huhu

ME: Yeah 5 fucking vowels.

HARRY: Lels. (thats mah own version of LOL)

ME: k.

HARRY: Steff…

He sounds so awkward and I’m not used to this kind of conversation with him.

ME: Mate, wats wrong wid u?

HARRY: yeah! \m/

ME: HAZ? SERIOUSLY WHATS WRONG.

HARRY: Nothings wrong,

I’m gonna ask u if u could come to our concert tomo?

ME: Sure.

I answered without even thinking.

HARRY: thanks :D

And I didn’t reply back. OMG! A concert tomorrow? I’m gonna attend a One Direction concert finally for the first time in my life.

*Le plays*

~For the first in forever….

Hahaha.

So basically, I need to prepare my ass for their concert tomorrow and it’s already 8 in the evening and I’m really tired, my back is aching from the things that I’ve done today. I took a quick shower and brush my teeth. I change my shirt with a baggy one and pull on my pajamas. I really love them with a unicorn drawing in it. How childish of me. I pull my hair into a pony tail and tug on my shirt. I set my phone’s alarm to 8 and my alarm clock on the night stand at 10. So I can wake up early to get myself prepared for the boy’s concert tomorrow. And it’s my first time to see them perform live during their own concert. And I am really proud of my best friend. I’m sooo looking forward at it.

I sat on my bed and stare around me before lying on the top of it and burrowing myself on my sheets. My vision is swirling and my eyelids are heavy.

I open my eyes immediately when I heard my phone buzzed on the nightstand. Jesus! Son of a motha fucking asshole. Can someone learn about fucking manners? Shit!

From: unknown number.

Goodnight beautiful, sweet dreams ;) xx

Yeah, fucking goodnight to me. And a huge fuck you to the one who sent me this message. A fucking goodnight to you too.