Diary Of A Fanboy

Chapter 8 - Silent Treatment

I heard my phone buzz on the table again and I wondered if it was Harry again. I picked it up and groaned. Ugh, it was Liam, he texted me. I rolled my eyes but opened the text anyways.

To: Nialler

From: LiLi

Hey Ni, look, I'm sorry about what I said back at school about Harry. You trust him and I should respect that. Can you please forgive me? 

I laughed wryly. How did he think I was going to forgive him so easily? Does he think that I'm going to forgive him over a text to? How does someone apologize over a text message? If he thinks that I'm going to forgive that he needs to go to Hell. I didn't want to answer him to teach him a lesson but I did anyways.

To: LiLi

From: Nialler

If you think you can just waltz in here and apologize to me over a text message you've got another thing coming. Don't bother to talk to me at school until you've got your shit together and don't respond to this message because I'm not going to text you back.

I angrily hit 'send' and slammed my phone back on the table. I ran both my hands over my face and sighed, shutting my eyes tight. I hope he got the message that I wanted him to apologize in public. So, for now, I have no friends, just great. Well, I guess I could count Harry as my friend, he knows things about me that Liam (not even my mother) knows. Oh my goodness, Harry Mother Fucking Styles is my mother fucking friend, never thought I'd ever say that in my life.

I heard squeaking and I sat up, turning to look at the stairway as my mother made her way down.

"Mornin' mum" I said as I sunk back down on the couch. My mom had a flabbergasted look on her face and I sighed, pursing my lips.

"Did Niall just speak to me first or was I just imagining things?" My mom asked as she made her way over to me. I looked up at her, she was wearing a pale green night gown with pink slippers and hair curlers in her hair, she looked absolutely ridiculous.

"Yes, I did speak to you mom" I murmured. She smiled and kissed my forehead lightly, ruffling my already messed up hair as she walked off to the kitchen. I wiped the saliva she left behind with my hand.

I am so bored. This is what I get for being awkward and having no friends I can hang out with. I could hang out with Josh, nah. Fuck, I'll just check my tumblr.

I whip at my phone and log into tumblr, nothing very interesting here, just fan fictions about the boys and how people are saying they ship me and Harry together, aww. We would be the perfect couple wouldn't we? What would our ship name be? N....Narry........Hyles? St...oran. Narry Storan. Aw, that is such a cute name. God I'm so gay.

Harry....I wonder if he's done with the shoot yet, I'm so lonely right now it's not even funny. After contemplating about whether Harry would think I'm too clingy or not, I DM him.

DM @Harry_Styles: Mate, I'm bored as hell over here and I have nothing to do. Are you and the other lads finished with your shoot yet? xx

I sigh when it doesn't buzz instantly like it used to. I guess he isn't.

"Mom, I'm bored!" I yell to my mother in the kitchen as I turn my head towards it. I lean back on the chair with my legs propped up on the table. She didn't answer me. 

"MOM!" I screeched, my voice cracking in the middle. Fuck, I can't go through puberty again, I can't. My mom came running into the living room. "What is it? Are you hurt?" She asked frantically as she hurried over to me touching my face. I giggled and whacked her hands away.