omegle [h.s]

chapter • three

My computer lit up, and then a pop-up window came up, someone called me. I scooted closer to my laptop and looked.

harrystyles is calling...

My hands began to tremble, not sure if I wanted to go through with this. I was kind of a shy person, but through texting i may seem like a cheery, sassy girl, but the truth is that I'm the last person anyone would want to talk to, besides Amy. For several minutes I just sat there, and stared at my screen. Should I answer? I don't even know this guy. What if he's a pedophile? Or a serial killer? I watched it ring, and ring, and ring, until I accidentally hit the accept button. First the screen loaded, and then a brown haired boy showed up, his hair in messy waves, and a slightly confused expression on his face. Suddenly, the confusion disappeared and a big smile formed on his face.

"Hey," a raspy British accent spoke. "That took you some time, huh?" He chuckled.

I was frozen. Not literally of course, but my heart beated fast, and It was like the blood in my veins stopped moving. I just sat there with my mouth slightly open, and big eyes. He was real. He wasnt just a picture from Google. He was actually real. Then I realized, shit he can see me too.

"Your connection is either lacking," he stated, "or you're just surprised. Or maybe both.. You may want to keep your mouth closed," he smirked.

"Uh, hey," I answered nervously.

"And she speaks," Harry said with a grin on his face, a dimple exposed.

"Now that I know you're real, how about we go back to texting?"

He frowned now, a crease showed between his dark eyebrows. "I'm not in any hurry. Why do you want to leave so suddenly? Are you shy?"

I didn't answer him, I just carefully stared down at my hands, that suddenly became very interesting.

"Really? You, shy?" His head fell back, his eyes crew shut as he bursted into laughter, and that might've melted me inside. "But you seemed so outgoing - sassy, but the wildest sides of girls are just exposed all over the Internet now, so I guess I shouldn't be so surprised."

I just nodded, I didn't really pay attention to what he was saying, but his background location. "Are you in a bus?" I asked out of curiosity.

"Indeed, I am. The lads and I are in a band. One of my mates' dad is a bus driver, so we borrowed this. We aren't that big of a band, but at least we have this for transport."

Band? What the hell was this Harry Styles going on about now?

"We're called One Direction, you probably haven't heard of us, we are just a little band from London, but you know? Start at the bottom, make your way up to the top. Jesus, I sound like Gandhi or some shit." He grinned.

This time I laughed, really laughed. I couldn't stop. Trust me, I wanted to because, well because I t was a little awkward, but I couldn't. Probably because of the nerves, or adrenaline, I didn't know, and out of nowhere, Harry began laughing along.

"Was it that funny, Crystal?" He smirked, in a super cute way.

The way my name rolled off his tongue certainly made my heart beat even faster. "No."

"Harry, you shit, I've been looking for you everywhere. We're playing in two minutes. Who the hell are you talking to?" Another boy said in the background, the Irish accent clear in his voice. "Ugh, it doesn't matter, just come on!"

Harry sighed deeply, and glanced towards the screen. "Well, gotta go, we'll talk very soon."

Very soon.

I wanted to laugh at that.

"Wait- before I leave, what's your number?" He bursted out. What the hell.

"My number?" I nervously repeated.

"Yeah, you know, so I can call you and stuff."

"Thanks, Harry, I know what a number is for," rolling my eyes, I gave him my number.

His face disappeared, the screen went dark, and all I wanted to know was, what the hell did I get my self into?

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