Stressed, Depressed, & Boy-Band Obsessed [l.s]

~Flowercrown Haz~

~Harry~

I sighed and adjusted my flower crown, carefully staring at my Twitter page and trying to channel my anger elsewhere. Another lousy four hours down the drain.

I don't know why I try anymore, really I don't.

I've been a Fan-Boy of the band, One Direction since they became a band on July 23rd, 2010. Louis William Tomlinson has forever, and will remain forever, my dream 'man.' (Even though we all know he's mentally a ten year old...)

What I was saying before, I don't know why I try to get Louis to notice me anymore. I've tweeted him over a million times, and I can't get one single stinkin' reply. Not even a, 'Hey Harry!' Or a, 'Hi there!' Accompanied along with the infamous, 'xx.'

Cher noticed my frustrated aura and walked into my room, sitting at the end of my bed. "Harry, you realize that he gets so many tweets a day-" She sighed, not wanting to put me down any further. "Let's just take a little Twitter break, and head out for coffee, yeah Haz?"

I nodded, shoving on my boots + coat, and walking out into the chilled Holmes Chapel weather with my best mate.

***

Once we reached the nearest coffee shop, which happened to be Starbucks (Just to tease all you typical white girls,) I ordered two PSL's, (Pumpkin Spice Lattes ;*) For me and Cher, then once achieving the said drink I grabbed two straws and walked over to where Cher was sitting.

"Here you are Cherry Berry." I cooed softly and she growled and grabbed her drink out of my grasp. I chuckled, just a little, as she managed to spill a spot on her shirt. She carefully dabbed it off with a napkin and took her time to glance at me.

"Nice flower crown, is it a new one?" She observed. I nodded and slurped up some PSL. "Yup! I made this one for when I meet Louis..." I stated dreamily, then snapped back to reality quite quicker than normal.

"But lately, I've been giving up, I just sent my 1,000 tweet to him this morning, and yeah, I've counted." I hummed quietly. Cher nodded, her brown bangs cascaded down into her left eye and she pushed them behind her ear.

"Harry, M' sorry." Cher mumbled sadly, grabbing my hand from across the table. To most, we'd look like a dear couple. But to her and I, we both know, I'm almost too gay to function. 'Quoted from MeanGirls, aka my favorite movie!'

We both stood up, discarding our empty cups and walked back to our apartment.

For some odd reason, adrenaline coursed through my veins and I sprinted into my room, turning my laptop back on, and logging into Twitter.

My heart pounded as I hit the, 'Log In' button and BAM. I somehow had 28 new followers? I checked my Newsfeed to make sure I wasn't seeing things. My heart skipped a beat as I noticed, @Louis_Tomlinson was following me. Me, me, me.

"CHER!" I screamed. She jumped up from the couch, startled, and ran over to my room. "What could it possibly be- Oh haz..." She muttered the last part as she saw I was jumping around on my bed and pointing desperately at my laptop screen.