@tdh1996

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He just looked at me not upset at all.

Tyger: OK bye then can't keep Shawn waiting - She's my girlfriend if you’re wondering. I promise I'll tweet you.

Me: OK bye Tygs

We had a hug and he walked up to a Pretty girl standing by his mum's car, she had middle length brown wavy hair. Half an hour later and all the presenters had left. I was in the car eating Mc Donalds on twitter, talking to Holly, Tyger’s biggest fan:

@HollyDrewHoney I can see you outside, did u get another pic with @tdh1996? Xx :)

Reply:

@jen_loves_cel Yeah I did it’s my new profile pic how about u did u get 1 with @celspellman? Xx

My reply:

@HollyDrewHoney I got 1 with @celspellman, @tdh1996, @Realaidandavis, @richardwisker4 and @Dionneofficial xx

Reply:

@jen_loves_cel @tdh1996 seemed to like u a lot! Xx

My reply:

@HollyDrewHoney yeah I guess he did, well got to go now lataz xx :)

Reply:

@jen_loves_cel  Bye xx

Mum: OK girls have you had the best day ever?

All: YES!!

Me: I met Ceallach!!! He is even more goregous in real life!

Claz: I met Tyger!!


Me: Tyger wanted my twitter name and said he'd follow me, beat that Claz!


Claz: well, Cel didn't like you that much though did he!


Me: How do you know, so back off you prick.

Claz: Shut it twat.

Me: The Wanted arena tour!!

Mum started to drive us home, Em and Becca went to sleep straight away and I went on twitter, my mentions were glowing, I clicked on them, I had three new tweets and a new follower:

@jen_loves_cel Tyger is following u!

@jen_loves_cel Hey I promised u I would follow babes u so i did xx

I couldn't even be bothered to read my other tweets, I had butterflies in my stomach really bad, I did the high piched squeal of exitement, and I had to reply:

@tdh1996 THANK U SO MUCH FOR THE FOLLOW LUV U xxxxxx

Then I got a reply to my tweet from a random person:

@jen_loves_cel how dare u tell my Tyger that u luv him back off.

What? I was thinking about all the hundreds of people that told Tyger they loved him everyday. Why pick on me?

I looked at the name it was...

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