My Life Is Turning Into A Fanfic !

You'd better dig out that onesie.

You'd better dig out that Onesie.

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I woke up feeling groggy when a phone buzzed from underneath my shoulder. I peeled myself off the floor – wait, the floor? Why am I on the floor? I looked up to my bed to find Liliana 'star-fishing' across it.

"Lil..." I grumbled. I unlocked my phone to find that the Harry account had updated their status.

'Good morning everyone!' it read. It's 3am! There's nothing good about being awake at this time! I had seen that One Direction had been spotted in London, so we are in the same time zone... Why is he awake? Why am I?

I clicked on the status and left a comment. 'Why on earth are you up at this ungodly hour? Strange child... :P x'

He replied to my comment almost immediately. 'I can't sleep, blame the caffeine! x'

'Lol, same here! Pop up? x.' I asked.

'Sure, mail me x'. he replied.

If this is real... I may die.

So, I opened my messenger app and sent 'hey :) x'.

I got a message back saying 'hello love, I've been lost without you for these past 30 seconds ;D.' What a flirt!

'Harry? If this really is you, it's a longshot, but I have a favour to ask...' I typed.

'Anything for my drawing buddy :) x.' he replied.

I explained the bet Liliana and I had made, and I was shocked when he agreed.

10am...

My alarm sounded to awaken me, for the second time this morning.

"Shut that thing up." Liliana groaned. I glared up at her from the semi-comfortable spot on the ground I had decided to stay on. There was no way for me to wrestle my way back on to my bed. Luckily, my bedroom is carpeted. "And why are you on the floor?"

"Because you pushed me out of my own bed!" I growled. I have not had a sufficient sleep. After pouting for a few seconds more, I remembered last night's – well, this morning's – events. I swiftly logged on to my email mailbox.

'You have one new follower' – Twitter.

I excitedly logged on, while squealing.

'@Harry_Styles is now following you.'

I started jumping up and down, screaming twice as loudly as before.

"WHAT IS IT?!" Liliana yelled with frustration, clearly about to go into a huff. I stopped jumping around and grinned at her evilly. "No... You didn't... You couldn't have..." she trailed off. "Did you?"

"You'd better dig out that onesie."

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