The rose and the sunflower.
The girl with the golden eyes and the boy with a golden heart.
The girl that believed love was just a fairytale and the boy that believed fairytales are just stories waiting to come true.
'I used to think love was a point...
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I have a lot of weird obsessions.
My favourite thing right now, my current weird obsession, has to be reading comments online. They just get funnier and funnier, especially when they're about me and they're talking shit about me.
Emma and I have now made this our "thing". We sit around, open up a mediocre bottle of wine and read comments. Whether they be of hate or like, it's all entertaining us just the same. Though, we do tend to gravitate towards reading hate comments only, purely for the laughs we get out of it.
"This one says 'your so fake' under a picture I posted of Niall and I. They spelt it y-o-u-r." Emma's soft laughter mixes with the One Direction music we have blaring through Harry's house on this fine late afternoon. Him and Niall really should not have left us here by ourselves.
"If they're going to insult you they could at least be grammatically correct." I respond.
I take a sip of my wine and scroll through some more, coming across one under the picture Harry posted of me a couple weeks ago that makes me genuinely laugh out loud.
"I just found one that says 'Hayley and Harry. That's so stupid I hate them together. They're ship name wouldn't even make sense because they both have H names' and they spelt it t-h-e-y apostrophe r-e." I have always loved calling people's incorrect grammar out so I'm really thriving right now.
"I think these little fifteen year olds need to stop worrying about us and pay more attention in school." Emma says with a straight face before she laughs again.
The whole reason we do this so much now is not only because of the laughs we have, but we find out things about ourselves that we never knew were true. Apparently I'm pregnant with Harry's child, so if I didn't read these comments, I'd never have known!
"Ou wait, someone responded to them!" I say excitedly for some reason. I also love when people get in fights over this shit. Some of them can get very passionate.
"What'd they say?" Emma presses for me to share the replies.
"Okay so," I click the button to see the said replies, "this person like corrected their grammar and then said 'ur dumb lol. and their ship name is Harley which makes sense so shut up' and then another person replied 'her profile picture is her with an American Flag, no wonder she can't speak properly if that's where she's from.'" My mouth hangs open in surprise just a little bit from that comment.
"Oh shit." Emma nearly spits out her wine, having just taken another sip.
"The person who started it wrote 'Harley sounds stupid. Isn't that a motorbike or something? Stupid.' I think this girl is very passionate about hating me."
