Kik ➳ h.s

you..you..

**THIS IS NOT THE END, EVEN THOUGH IT MAY SEEM LIKE IT. PLEASE KEEP THAT IN MIND.**

*THIS CHAPTER IS GOING TO BE BLUNT AND DRAMATIC. CRINGE ALERT**

B r a d l e y

hestyles94: Bradleyyyyyyyyy

hestyles94: Bradleyyyyyy

hestyles94: B

hestyles94: R

hestyles94: A

hestyles94: D

hestyles94: L

hestyles94: E

me: What the heck

hestyles94: Y

me: WHat do you want

hestyles94: Talk to meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee

me: Why are you being more annoying than usual?

hestyles94: Well why aren't you correcting me on grammar?

me: I will leave you, one day

hestyles94: What are you suggesting

me: That I'm going to leave you...

me: one day..

hestyles94: Sometimes the night changes, dear Bradley

me: That was

hestyles94: the best thing ever

me: worst pun ever

me: Don't you dare say best song ever, I will slap you

hestyles94: Even when the night changes?

me: .-.

hestyles94: I thought it would never change me and you, but y'anno

me: I yam who I yam

hestyles94: Watchu talkin' about Willis?

me: BrUh

hestyles94: Bra.

me: Bruh

hestyles94: BrA

me: What are we doing?

hestyles94: You're asking me?

hestyles94: I thought you were the sensible one

me: I am, I just don't know how to deal with you.

me: My brain cells go away from just talking to you.

hestyles94: THat's rude af

hestyles94: We should meet up tomorrow.

me: Absolutely not.

hestyles94: Please

hestyles94: PLease

me: No and.....

me: Nope

. . .

After a couple of "kik-fights", I've decided that I would go and meet Harry today. He said that we would meet at my local park so that I'd be a more subtle place to meet at.

Although I pretty much trust Harry, there's still a part of me that is uncertain on whether or not he's real. Sure, I've heard of catfishing, but who would want to lead a person on for over a month? (a/n: make up your mind Bradley, damn.)

Looking at the clock, I swear to myself. I'm about 5 minutes late, and the park is 10 minutes away, what a great way to meet someone.

. . .

Running through the grass, I spot the bench Harry and I are supposed to meet at, but a guy sits there, hands folded and black hair on his head. My legs keep carrying me towards the bench, my heart racing.

"H-harry?" I whisper, just loud enough for the person in front of me on the bench to here.

"Bradley?" The guy's eyes widen, and so does his smile.

It's not Harry, I repeat in my head. Why isn't it Harry?

"You..you..fake!" I suddenly yell.

"Look, I know you're mad, but-" The guys says, holding his hands up.

"You lied to me, you tricked me!"

"I did it for a reason!" His voice raises.

"Oh really?" I roll my eyes. "You could've just talked to me like a regular person!"

"I-i.. you're right." He pauses. "Will you please forgive me?"

I pretend to think about it, a smile forming on my face. "Uh...no."

I turn around and walk away. Fuck the internet.

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I hope you guys still want to see my (new) youtube channel. The link to the channel is going to be underneath this and in my bio.

https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCv-_UKPNwXrX2aSAxIkyTzg

Did you expect "hestyles94" to be someone who's not Harry?