Kik ➳ h.s

an abundance of kik messages

("Me:" will be used as symbol of Bradley messaging Harry, as it would be confusing with back and forth conversations on Kik. "hestyles:" will be harry sending replies back.)

Bradley

   I stare at my phone screen in shock, but everything seems to fit together. I entered in my kik information before the chat even started. How stupid am I?

  Quickly thinking of what to type, I finally respond.

  hestyles94: Hi, I'm Harry Styles.

 Me: Sure you are.

  Me: So why is the Harry Styles messaging me?

  hestyles94: Well, sweetheart, I just so happen to be utterly bored.

  Me: Ah, so being a millionaire doesn't give you anything to do?

  hestyles94: Being a millionaire and being a musician is an amazing privilege, but there's some restrictions when we're on break.

  Me: I see. So how do I know you're the real "Harry Styles"?

  hestyles94: I could always send you a photo.

  Me: That would be helpful.

  I get a message back, and my mouth drops, and I swear if I don't close the app now, there will be a puddle of drool on my floor.

  Me: So uh..

  hestyles94: So I'm guessing you believe me now, don't you?

  Me: Well, with the picture you just sent me, I will never doubt anything you say again.

  My eyes grow droopy as I try to think if I should check the Kik message now or later.

  "2:00 a.m seems like a good time to sleep." I murmur to no one in particular as I drift off into a sleep.

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Filler - sorry :S

Tbh, I'm trying to gather more ideas for upcoming chapters in this story, and 2 other stories.

I hope everyone enjoys this as it gets more interesting.