Infinite ✅

Nine

[Sunday, November 16 2014, Louis' Apartment, 5:26pm]

The picture of Harry and I floated into my head for what felt like the millionth time. And because of how amazing the boy is I didn't seem to notice Niall talking to me until he nudged my side.

"You alright?" he asked. Instantly Harry's voice saying the same thing went through my head, and I smiled.

"Yeah, just got distracted is all," I told him.

He rolled his eyes, "Let me just guess. You're thinking about Harry Styles? He asked. I couldn't help but grin at the name.

"Yes!" I squealed, "Niall, you should've been there he was so fucking beautiful. He's tall but not as tall as everyone makes him out to be, and he leans over a bit, he can't be more than six foot even, and his body structure is different, he's muscular but kind of lanky, and his hair is so long and his face is pasty and clear, and he talked very slow and with an accent, and he talked with his hands and looked at me with all of his attention when I spoke. And he stared at me and he was actually very quiet and shy and so respectful and he's real, Harry Styles is real he doesn't look real and he looks so different in person but he looks the same and it's so hard to process that the person standing in front of you is Harry fucking Styles. Niall, I'm going to die," I blurt out all in one. My family had always known me for my run on sentences when talking about things I loved, or when I got really into something, and I hadn't been able to wear it off that much either.

Niall chuckled, "Alright then. Let me see the picture again. I barely saw it earlier when you were shoving it all in my face," he raised his eyebrows.

I blushed, "Sorry," I muttered with a small smile, and pulled up the picture, grinning at it before handing it off to Niall. He looked at it, and pursed his lips, nodding impressively.

"Wicked plan your friend came up with," he chuckled.

I grinned, "I know right?!" I exclaimed, "sorry, I just... I don't even know. It was so perfect," I sighed.

Niall chuckled and shook his head, looking back down to his computer. "Alright. Well, I would also like to have a so perfect grade, so let's keep going," he said.

I groaned, picking my pencil back up, "Homework fucking sucks," I grumbled.

[Sunday, November 16 2014, Harry's Apartment, 5:36pm]

[H A R R Y]

I sighed, falling back onto my couch. My eyes closed, and I couldn't help but just lay there for the moment. As much as I loved my job, if that's what you would even call it, it was always nice to just lay down and rest knowing that you don't have an alarm set for the next day.

Although soon enough I got bored, and picked my phone up. All of the games I had on my phone were interesting, yes, but I was always stuck on a level that would trip me up and I would end up getting frustrated.

Instead, I went on Twitter. I don't go on that much. And when I do I don't often tweet that much, maybe a few people. But whenever I was on break I happened to find myself going on social media a lot more. I always liked seeing what my fans were up to.

I got on, and went to the trends. Most things were either boring, or just something I didn't know anything about. I searched Stylists, which was the name of my fans. I had learned my lesson a couple years ago about searching my name, which ended up with me feeling insecure and vulnerable for the time being.

@shiponharry Oh yes bc it's sooo cool to mob Harry while he's shopping. Nice job Stylists.

@harrytbfh @shiponharry that awkward moment when we hardly even use "Stylists" anymore

I pouted, and hit the reply button before typing.

@Harry_Styles @harrytbfh @shiponharry I still like using it x.

I chuckle and type something different in. Trying Harry today, instead.

@stylesound apparently Harry was shopping in Manchester yesterday?? The city I live in? THIS IS WHAT HAPPENS WHEN I HAVE WORK

@Harry_Styles @stylesound sorry I couldn't of ran into you, hope work was fun x.

@StylesUpdatess Harry in YSL with @fuxkmeharry today pic.twitter.62hwk9

@HarryStylesUpdate @fuxkmeharry with Harry today! pic.twitter.28jeixk8

@cloudstyles @fuxkmeharry your so lucky!!💕

@HSUpdate Harry with a fan today! pic.twitter.7hgp38

Because of the fact that I didn't do anything today, meant that a bunch of the tweets in the search were from yesterday.

I pressed on one of the tweets, and looked at the picture attached. I smiled, remembering the boy I had taken a picture with. He was quite attractive, if I said so myself.

I went to the account that kept getting tagged, seeing that the picture of us was his profile picture. His username was @fuxkmeharry but then his name said Louis / I MET HIM.

I didn't know if I should've tweeted the boy, or followed him or something else. But I decided to tweet him as I thought of something I thought was clever.

@Harry_Styles @fuxkmeharry lovely meeting you yesterday. I don't think your username would work out though unless you were gay too ;) x

I smirked as I sent it, and kept refreshing his account to see if he would tweet anything. He did, two minutes later.

@fuxkmeharry WHAT

@fuxkmeharry DID HE JUST SAY THAT

@fuxkmeharry HARRY I AM SO GAY

@fuxkmeharry THANL YOY SO FUCKINF MUCH @Harry_Styles

@fuxkmeharry AHAHAKANSISNWKSNWISDJSNYAYAYAYAYAY pic.twitter.png62j

I let out an aw when seeing him post a picture of him with his hand over his mouth, tears in his eyes and some on his cheeks. So, I followed him as well, smiling when seeing another round of tweets spring out from his account. I also made sure to save the picture of us, and the one he posted.

"Louis," I muttered to myself, "God damn," I sighed, setting my phone down and leaning my head back, letting the noises from the Telly drown out the outside world as I slowly fell asleep.

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I'm making this story move on a little faster than planned but that's because I don't want it to be as long as I first knew it would've been.