Night ⇒ l.h

Calum

It was Monday, but our school was holding a curriculum day and we didn't have to go to school.

I got up and did my usual morning routine before I settled on my bed and pulled my phone out.

First I went on Twitter.

I noticed that my followers had gone up ALOT.

And..Harry had followed me!!

I wasn't too fan girly because I had spent last night with him.

Fans were angry and happy but I got a lot of hate.

If I was gonna be friends with Harry, then I'd have to get used of jealous fans.

However, Luke's Twitter stood out.

They'd gained a bunch of new girl fans from the One Direction source and Luke seemed to have a lot more followers.

He'd posted the picture of the girl and him...again.

But another Tweet made my face warm up.

"i wish i could've told you what i really wanted on our last moments together. if it wasn't for the downs of life, i would've turned the car right around and come back to you."

I blinked and re-read it.

Was this about me?

Did Luke like like me?

It couldn't be, of course he didn't!

He was kissing and more them likely dating this new girl.

On Instagram, my followers went up and I'd been tagged in a tonne of photos.

Photos of me and Harry.

There was one of us at the Bonfire...and then one of him walking me home.

I didn't even see someone take a picture on the walk home...

Along with them new pictures and follows, a lot of comments about me being a slut and all them horrible names.

"Ew who is this?!"

"harry is happy, leave her alone."

"ugly, fat and looks like she's using him."

"guys, we should respect Harry's decisions!"

Even though it was horrible and mean most of it, I ignored it because in reality they new nothing about me.

They didn't even know me face to face.

And Harry had followed me so hey, that's a plus.

Then I posted a picture that I knew Luke would not like.

And it wasn't out of anger, it was for the truth.

If Luke liked me, he'd come forward after this.

The picture was a picture of me and Harry on the rocks at dusk.

It was the sunset on the ocean and you could see our shoes at the bottom.

And I tagged him in it.

What seemed like minutes later, Harry liked it.

I spent the next hour watching Netflix, when the doorbell rang.

Mum was at work so I got up and went downstairs, to the front door.

When my hand was on the door knob, I said out loud to my self,

"Probably just the postie."

But when I opened it, I burst out crying.