Texting Harry Styles

Fuckboi

"I'm home!"

I wake up to the sound of my dad slamming the front door shut. What time is it? I check my phone and almost gasp. There's seven messages all from the same person.

Oldy: Jks c:

Oldy: I was jokinggg

Oldy: Plz com bac :c

Oldy: Lana bananananana BATMAN

Oldy: I'm not gon stop messaging you until you is bac... :c

Oldy: I hav to go

Oldy: Plz dont ignore me :c

I bite my lip, feeling guilty that I forgot to check my phone. Quickly I type back,

Lana: I'm not ignoring you :c sorry I fell asleep. :c

Oldy: You're back! yayayayayayayay!

Lana: Chill bro, chill c:

Oldy: Netflix and chill? ;)

Lana: Bye

Oldy: Haha, then what? ;)

I roll my eyes at the message, grinning.

Lana: stop being a fuckboy :p

Fuckboi: Nude for nude? ;)

Lana: Edward!!!!

Fuckboi: My name's not Edward, it's Harry

Lana: Harry styles?

Fuckboi: Yep :)

Lana: Whatever Trevor

Fuckboi: It's not Trevor it's Harry :) :)

Lana: Shutup(;

Fuckboi: I have to go :( :(

Lana: Oh noooooo :(

Fuckboi: I know :( Talk later? :)

Lana: Of course c;

Fuckboi: Yay! Oh now I really need to go, my boss is shouting at meee :(

Lana: Goodbye then Edward/Harry/Fuckboy :)

Fuckboi: Goodbye Lana Banana c;

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