Harry_Styleshey
hey
sorry i i just saw thisI cringe at my blatant lie, crossing my fingers and gnawing on my nails in hopes of him not seeing right through me or call me out.
I wouldn't know what would be worse, lying to him then him finding out or him calling me out on it. I hated confrontation.
it's fine
if i'm being completely honest i don't...
i don't really remember why i messaged you.Laughing at his candor, I tap my thumbs onto the side of my phone, trying to think of the perfect thing to say to him.
it's all good !! i swear
you know you're already here so might as wellhi i'm daisy
harry
so harry,
anything i need to know about you?important things,
inside jokes, hobbies, occasional
trauma or?getting right into it huh?
sorry if it's invasive
no
it's like,,,,, charming in a sense?
i dunno
someones gotta be there to initiate
conversations for the socially
awkwardwhy do you want to know so much about me, hm?
well i've got to know a little something about my number one fan, liking my tweets day and night
i'm honestly starting to that
believe you don't sleepMy lips curl into a small smile as I giggle to myself, teasing him for how much he liked my tweets and how I always seem to have him on my phone all day.
oh fuck
sorry
i forget they send notifications for that i'm sorry
must be blowing your phone up like crazyi promise i'm not some weird stalker guy its just i don't really use my twitter and your tweets are always flooding the timeline and so i see some and i don't even know they're yours sometimes but
msorry
HEYYYYY
i was kidding
it's okayi definitely didn't think you were
some weird stalker guy
unless you are one):0
i promise im not.well i believe you.......
until you prove me otherwise.hey ,':0
are those.......
are those supposed to be eyebrows????....yes
i'm quite proud of myself for making those on my own shut up
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Fanfiction"lives for the memory, a woman who's just in his head." The full story of two online friends, separated by 3336.684 miles. As they meet in an unexpected turn of events, the worst of inconveniences and timing never on their side, one simple miscommu...