Text Messages // H.S

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Michael is adorable, okay?

There is a bunch of flashback type thingys.
Idk how to explain it. You'll see ;)

Also this is very cliché

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(Harry's POV)

"You can have your phone back today," my mother said handing me back my phone.

Finally I get it back. For the last week I've been sitting at home doing nothing. It's probably not good that I depend on my phone for entertainment but, like, welcome to the twenty first century. It's just what life is now.

I look through all my apps and notice that I became so cool. I'm awesome, wow. I look through my photos and see that most of them are selfies of me and a girl. I made friends? Louis, Niall, Zayn and Liam are in there as well. A lot, actually. I notice the style of clothes we are wearing. I'm not sure if I should be embarrassed or proud.

I scroll throwing my contacts until I see a name I wasn't expecting to see. Baby with a hearts on both sides. Who's 'baby'. I click on the contact and scroll to the top of the text messages and start scrolling through them.

Me: hi

Baby: who's this

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Me: ohhhh

Baby: yeahhhh

Me: babyyyy

Baby: you just had to do that, didn't you?

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Me: Let me be the one to lift your heart up and save your life

Me: I don't think you even realize baby you'd be saving mine.

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Me: knock knock

Baby: who's there?

Me: butter

Baby: butter who?

Me: i butter not tell you

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Me: knock knock

Baby: who's there?

Me: Harry. 

Baby: Harry who?

Me: Harry is my name.

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Me: I need a bubble bath.

Baby: you take bubble baths?

Me: yes

Baby: hahahahahaha

Baby: that's so unmanly

Me: no it's not!

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Me: yeah but I want us to know more about each other

Baby: so