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Chapter Seven

I've been on my blog a lot recently because the boys have been in back to back shows, they actually start in North America soon and I'm super excited.

I'm currently on the couch, logged on my blog and writing at the same time. Cameron is sitting next to me while we both are in our pajamas, which means I'm in a giant t-shirt, my glasses, a messy high bun, and high socks . Ashton and Sabrina went to do something and Nash offered to drive with them incase they needed help.

"Cam, holy mother of pearl. Look." I said showing him the video of Harry at one of their concerts, he was basically humping the railing at the concert.

"You're killing me smalls." He said as I pretended to faint on his lap.

"He's so hot, like the things that I'd do to him." I said making him laugh.

As I reblogged and posted a comment with it.

'Sweet baby Jesus, if he does this in front of me at the concert that I go to. I may pass out right there.'

I found another picture of Liam pulling Harry's shirt up before he tugged it back down, slightly taking a moment before posting with it.

'Liam should've just ripped the damn thing off. Share Harry's body for the world, please friend.'

"Holy shit." I said as I saw a picture of Harry completely soaked in his white shirt, it was stuck to his body and showing everything.

'BRB DYING! I NEED LIFE ALERT SOS!'

As I posted, I heard a key wiggling the door so I decided to yell at them.

"BEAN PLEASE TELL ME YOU HAVE MY ANXIETY PILLS?"

"I do, why?"

"She found a picture of Harry and his white shirt was stuck to his body with sweat or water." Cameron laughed.

"The things that I'd do to him." I sighed deeply.

"Speaking of him-"

"No, I haven't updated. He's already been bugging me about it." I rolled my eyes making Cameron laugh.

"That's not what I was gonna say. I was gonna ask if you've heard from him." She laughed while I could hear her putting groceries away.

"No, I think he's back home so the time difference isn't helpful but pretty sure he's with family." I shrugged as I went to my fan fiction on my notes.

"How is it coming along?" Ashton asked.

"The fan fiction or my nonexistent relationship with Harry?"

"Both." She laughed.

"Fan fiction is great, literally had to put it down because I couldn't stop. The nonexistent relationship is just like when I didn't know he knew me, I fan girl over someone who has no idea that I'm fucking crazy." I said before they all laughed.