It Started With A DM ~ A Harry Styles Fan Fiction

CHAPTER 6 : The Brother (Part 2)

Baby girl 🥰💋 : Hey babe! Last night was... awesome, magical.
Even the date.
Thank you so much for the champagne.
Hope Aarushi didn't get too suspicious.
Cya tonight. Same place, same time? 😘😘
~Ash

O. M. G. That was really unexpected. I couldn't believe my eyes. Ash! Ashley! My BEST FRIEND, and my BROTHER?!?! I knew they secretly liked each other, but when did this happen? To say that I was shocked is an understatement.

"What are you doing with my phone?" I heard Vikram ask as he slid into his chair, wiping his wet hands on his thighs.

"Oh, I dunno Vikram. Maybe I am just too shocked to even comprehend anything right now. And, who is this 'Baby Girl'?" I questioned him back, with eyebrows furrowed, a slight tinge of hurt in my chest.

"Oh, umm, its her. I told you I was seeing someone," he replied, taking the phone from me. "Umm, you didn't happen to see what she texted, did you?" he enquired, with a small voice.

Ok, that was it. He is not just hiding the truth, bit lying to me too? That was it. I snapped.

"Vikram, I thought we never, NEVER, lied to each other. And, you are seeing my best friend and you lie to me? I nean, who are you kidding here? Don't U deserve to know something like this?"

"Of course, sis. But, I mean, wait, so you spied on me. You are spying on me now? I thought we never peeped into each other's privacy. And, I thought you, out of all people would be happy for me and Ash. But—"

"Wait, you think I'm not happy for you?" I interrupted him, "I mean, sure, I would have been way happier had I known about this a little earlier, but no, you act all secretive with me. I, who have always brought my stupid best friends home for sleepovers instead of going over to theirs so that my best friend and brother who have huge crushes on each other would finally realise that, am not happy! I, who encouraged Ash to write her first love letter to you as a secret admirer for over 6 years, do not get to know about something this big. I'm proud of you, Big Brother, and tell your stupid "Baby Girl" that I'm proud of her too." I stood up abruptly, "Oh, and I am now exchanging dms with Harry Styles, in case you wanted to know about my life." I took my purse and looked up to see the whole restaurant staring at us. "What, the show is over. Return to stuffing your faces with whatever crap you were eating." And, I stormed off.

After a cup of coffee and some calming music had been fed into my system, I realised that I had been kinda too rude on Vikram than I should have been, but it is justifiable, right?

My phone buzzed. Again.

127 messages from 2 chats.
68 missed calls.
Instagram harrystyles: He...

I didn't notice it at first, but then I was shocked. I quickly unlocked my phone and opened my Instagram.

Shit! It was Harry!

OMG! OMG! OMG! What should I say? I am already panicking about my stupid brother and my so-called 'best friend' and now, THIS! So, I did the only thing I thought was reasonable.

I turned my phone off.

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Three mugs of hot chocolate and two pages of scribbled down words later, I sighed and took my phone from its hideout in my drawer. I turned the phone on and was (not really) shocked to see that the number of DMs had not increased, but the messages and missed calls definitely had.

I sighed. It was almost 8:30. I ordered some Chinese and sent a reply to both Vikram and Ashley: Can't talk now. Still a bit agitated. Will text in the morning if I feel up to it. 

Now that that was done, I knew I had to reply to Harry or it would seem really rude. I started thinking of something to say, anything, but then I realised I didn't even know what he had said in the first place. Silly me! I opened his dm.

ME: Sure Harry... Bye...
Take care... ♥

harrystyles: Sure thing love. You too. 😘
Bye! ❤️

harrystyles: Hey Kaps, how was your day?
Did you have fun with the kids? 😀
Or was it so boring that you spent the whole day fantasising about our upcoming date? 😉

Ok, that was unexpected! What should I say? Damn it! I have to ask Artz and Ash—No I can't ask Ash, maybe Artz would be free.

His call went straight to voicemail, "Hey you, this is Arthur's voicemail. Please leave your name and message after the beep, and I'll ring you back when possible. Okay, bye! beep"

Ughh! Where are my besties when I need them? Of course, busy with their love lives. And here I was, struggling with a simple reply to such a simple question!

Huff! Maybe I'll reply tomorrow when I have slept well.

Ding Dong!

My food! Yumm...

So, here I was, sitting with my Chinese and a glass of Coca Cola, with my notebook, reviewing my latest lyrics.

Verse:

In this land of dry commitments
Please don't teach me how to love,
Please don't teach me how to lie,
To one who is but withered from inside,

In a hall of shattered mirrors,
Please don't teach how to fix oneself,
In a habitat of a billion fakers,
Please don't teach how to be oneself,

Chorus
In this blue misery where you are forbidden to live but allowed to survive,
In this blue misery where—

That's where I was stuck. I had never had such writer's block before, and now, all this was clogging up my mind.

I realised that I had had a long day, and needed sleep. But before I could compose myself, with the pencil in hand, notebook wide open, plates and glass spread out on the table, I fell asleep on the dining table itself, the dm from my "lover boy" unanswered.

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A/N
Hello, folks... I am back with another chapter. I'm not sure when the next will be up. I know this was a really shitty chapter and I wish I had more ideas. I am gonna add some interesting things to the plot soon, and hopefully, our main characters are gonna meet up soon! Till then, do tell me how Aarushi should reply to Harry, and what else you wanna see next. I will try to add them. Also, there might be some mistakes in this chapter, do point them out and forgive me!
All the love X
~A. ❤️