Find Me (Harry Styles)

Chapter 3

Perfect. Perfect dimples. Perfect eyes. Perfect body. Perfect hair, everything.

I wish I knew him though. Actually knew him.

My eyes open to the bright, warm, sunlight hitting my face, coming in from my window. It was my first day of HighSchool in England tomorrow.

It's actually a little exciting, being able to go to school here.

I roll over and grab my phone, I press the home button and all I see is fucking twitter notifications. Random people following me, random tweets from people. My smile lights up ok excitement and I enter my pass code, looking at my twitter. There is literally more than 15,000 tweets to me. Wow.

This has to be about Harry.

"OMG your so lucky! I hate you! He never tweets fans! OMG!!!"

"You fucking suck."

"I'm so jello, I'm dying."

"HARRY FUCKING EDWARD STYLES TWEETED YOU"

"Andjfkdkskskanxnsnanam holy shit."

"Your so lucky! ILY!"

Many, many tweets filled up my phone. Some hateful and some not.

I'm guessing Harry tweeted me. I can't process this. I'm still in pure shock. The second I saw his curls, right in front of me. I was shocked. Shocked by love, I love him. But I wish it was real love...the way that I could know him and love him instead of being an obsessive, stalking fan.

I click on Harry's profile and my eyes tear up.

"@poptart69"

My name is the stupidest shit ever.

"@poptart69 I really enjoyed meeting you and I hope to see you again :) remember what I told you!"

He hopes to see me?

Me?

Why?

Why me?

This is not real. I can't convince myself but a part of me wants to. This is all to overwhelming, Harry Styles is tweeting me?! My life is spinning and I would pass out but I need to check my inbox of thousands of messages, to see if one of them might be from Harry.

Harry did message me....

"Hey, Lyanna :)

I loved meeting you because, you weren't like other fans...you were better. I saw your eyes and a part of me just wanted you. I saw your face and I just wanted to kiss it. I've never felt this way about a fan before...I don't even understand it. I realize your 15... And probably have a boyfriend...but I can't help but say I have romantic feelings for you."

This is a dream. All of it. Nope. It's real.

I can't take it...it's way to overwhelming... Shit.

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(Kill me it's short I know, I've been writing two fanfictions, and I'm majorly focusing on the other one, I am going to stop writing this for a while but if you want me to continue it, please vote for it and comment something :) I love you all ☻♡☻♡☻)