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walking home in the rain is not everyone else's cup of tea, but I love it, I love the feeling of the water rushing down my face and hair, the only problem with the rain is that it makes my hair as curly as noodles.

Saturday afternoon. boring with a capital B.

I walk up the curb and start strolling among the wet path, I live in an apartment with my best friend Molly , she's pretty cool, we have been friends even since high school, she came up to me and said "hey, I'm Molly. oh and I'm not a pedo..." and we became friends after. oh how I love that girl.
we live together, but she's never home. she's always off with her boyfriend. and my other bestfriend Ava, she comes over sometimes, but she's always partying so I'm usually by myself, which is cool. I mean. yeah.

I walk up the crapy apartment stairs and enter my small apartment, I check the clock, 10pm, perfect. I walk in and run straight to my room and flop on my bed. I ruffle my figures under my pillows and find my oversized shirt I wear everywhere around the house, and pull it out. I start to pull my jeans and my work shirt off and slip into my big blue shirt and unlock my laptop and pic a movie to watch on Netflix.
I decide on American horror story and I pick up a packet of chips I have hidden under my bed.

as soon as the title screen appears, my phone vibrates.

Unknown number: hey there !

what ? who is this ? it's like 11pm.

me: I don't have your number, who is this ?

Unknown number: it's poop face

no way....
we haven't spoken since we were 16.
how does he even remember me !
we haven't spoke in 5 years !

me: Harry ?!

Unknown number: hey soph (:

what is going on, this can't be happening......
it's a prank. ha. that's it, a stupid prank.

me: ha ha very funny. now who is this really ?

Unknown number: it's me Harry styles (:

me: I don't believe you.

Unknown number: fine then...
*picture of Harry ^^^^^*

shit. it really is him. what do I say

me: holy shit. it is you

Unknown number: hey weirdo (:

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