Texting Harry Styles

Annoying you is fun

Dedicated to maddytomlinson_46. Thank you so much for the 37 reads! It's only the 3rd chapter!

Olivia's POV

I sighed as I fell onto my bed. It was another long day at the modeling industry and tomorrow I had to go to the Movie studio.

I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket and I groaned. I turned over on my king-sized bed and dug into my pocket, searching for the damn phone. I brought it out and switched it on. It was that weird guy who though I was 'Josh'. Whoever the hell 'Josh' was.

Unknown: Hi
Me: Go away
Unknown: Awww, why?
Me: Cause I don't know you, creep
Unknown: I am not a creep! Well, at least I hope not.
Me: Your doubt in yourself doesn't reassure my thoughts.
Unknown: Jeez, formal much. Loosen up a bit.
Me: I would only 'loosen up' if I knew you better.
Unknown: So there is a chance that I can get to know you?
Me: Maybe. *shrugs shoulders*
Unknown: *cheers loudly*
Me: Why the hell are you so excited?
Creep: Cause you seem like a genuinely nice person under all the formality
Me: If you knew me, you would know why I am so formal
Creep: So, tell me then.
Me: Let's just say that I have tough parents.
Creep: Ah... family has big expectations?
Me: Well, not really. I have achieved what they wanted, I just also do something that they don't understand.
Creep: Shame. I can't empathize. My fam is really supportive. But, I do hope it gets better.
Me: Thank you for not acting
Creep: What?
Me: Most people act like they understand when they truly don't. I mean, I'm glad that they care, but I can see through their lies.
Creep: No problem. I have figured out something
Me: What?
Creep: You are really deep, which means you are smart. What do you do for a living.

I blushed slightly at the comment. I don't want to seem biased or self-centered, but I'm not stupid. I do have a degree in Environmental Science.

Me: I do Environmental Science.
Nice Guy: Wow. Okay. You really are smart.
Me: Thanks? I guess I got the brains from my dad. He is a great businessman.
Nice Guy: Can I ask what your name is?
Me: No?
Nice Guy: Aw. Why not?
Me: Cause you could be a creepy serial killer.
Nice Guy: Sure. Yes there is always that possibility. I promise that I am not a serial killer.
Me: Mhmm... That's what they all say.
Serial Killer: Please! I promise that I am a perfectly normal guy
Me: Everybody is unique and different. Therefore, how can somebody be 'normal' (I'm sorry but I love saying that to people.)
Serial Killer: Ugh! Why do you have to be so smart?
Me: Thank you. Thank you. *bows to audience*
Serial Killer: *throws rotten tomatoes*
Me: No! No! No! Not the dress! Not the hair! It's all ruined!
Serial Killer: Imao so hard right now!
Me: I know! I'm struggle to breath!

I fell off my bed as I laughed loudly again.

Serial Killer: How did we get here from me asking your name?
Me: Back read dude. I ain't retelling the story. Ain't nobody got time for that.
Me: By the way, what do you do for a living?
Serial Killer: I... work in a bakery
Me: ah... can you make nice pies?
Baker: Nope. They all burn down right to hell.

I laughed again at the message. The dude was hella funny.

Me: Okay... then do you know the muffin man?
Baker: No!
Me: So you're a baker that doesn't know the muffin man? What type of baker are you?!
Baker: The one that... uh... I don't know?

I laughed at his cluelessness. I was pretty sure that he wasn't a baker but I decided not to comment.

Me: It's fine. What's your name?
Baker: You wouldn't tell me yours, so I won't tell you mine.
Me: Fine. Be like that.
Baker: I will.
Me: Fine
Baker: Fine.
Me: Fine!
Baker: FINE
Me: FINE!
Baker: ...
Baker: Do you think fine will be our always?
Me: You did not.
Baker: I did. *Smirks*
Me: *rolls eyes* no
Baker: Why not?!
Me: Cause I will only do that if I am in a relationship with someone.
Baker: I shall wait then
Me: Jeez! Slow down there. I don't even know your name.
Baker: Is my contact name still UNKNOWN?
Me: Nope
Baker: Then what is it?
Me: 'Baker'
Me: Though I think I need to change it cause you can't bake.
Faux Baker: I can bake!
Me: Really?
Faux Baker: Yeah. Cupcakes.
Me: Send me some
Faux Baker: Sure. Were do ya live?
Me: I'm not gonna tell you! Stalker.
Stalker: Fine, where do you work?
Me: In London, England.
Stalker: Same! But a little more specific
Me: I think I will just tell you my grandma's house.
Stalker: Okay...
Me: *Random address*

Stalker: OK. Cupcakes will be coming your way.
Me: You are really doing this?
Stalker: Yep. I got nothing better to do. Well, I do... but still.
Me: Thank you, I will thoroughly enjoy them.

I switched off my phone and stared at the ceiling. This weird guy managed to make me forget about all my problems... and I only 'met' him yesterday. I guess we all need at least one of those people who make us forget. Even if it is only through text.

Harry's POV

Time to make cupcakes. Mom!

Hello peeps! I figured out that writing long chapters in texting books is very difficult. So I will be writing short chapters. Which also means that I will hopefully be able to publish more often (Besides the times I do not have wifi). I try to make these books as funny as possible, but I can only try. Please COMMENT and VOTE! It really encourages me.

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