Harry.
Rowan.
Harry and Rowan.
Harry messaged me. After weeks of not speaking.
Rowan added me. After basically ghosting me.
What the fuck?
What the actual fuck?!
I didn't know which to prioritize, in all honesty. Seeing Harry's name light up on my screen made me smile, knowing that even the littlest things from him could make my heart skip a beat. But then there was Rowe, the asshole I had just finished crying over.
Adding me on Snapchat. How'd she even find it?
Fuck.
Probably Niall.
Fuck.
Harry? Rowe? Harry? Rowe?
My phone dings again, making my eyes snap towards the lit-up screen set flat on the counter.
Harry.
Definitely Harry.
I'm gonna go talk to Harry.
Harry_Styles
HARRY?!????!
DAISY?!?!
we indeed have not spoken in a while
and the suburbs have been treating me like garbage
how's the uk? still no sun over there?
heeeeeeey.
how would you even know that.
i'm not dumb.
i beg to differ.
HEY.
fine
i looked it up
you guys really don't have any sun there
i mean
yeah........
no sun
):
why are the suburbs treating you like garbage
need me to go beat someone up?
wtf....
no to violence.
damn........
really.....
yeah?!?!??
plus
you cannot beat anyone up
let alone a girl
>:0
so a girls been bothering my favourite rich girl?
what, did she pull your hair or something?
worse
backstab you? call you a bitch?
am i getting warmer?
not even
))):
what's bothering you man?
well
you promise you won't judge me???
never.
i've been crying over this girl
she's kind of a dick
what she do?
YOU ARE READING
She | h.s
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...
