Omegle

TAYLOR SWIFT POV

It was a boring Saturday afternoon, 4:00PM. Surprisingly, I had nothing to do; so I decided to find a way to connect with some of my most favorite people in the world; my swifties.

I was sitting on my bed with my long legs crossed, and a DELL computer rested in my lap. I really didn't feel like going on Instagram, Facebook, Twitter, or any of that social media to connect. Too many haters. I sat silently with myself, struggling to think up a site to go on.

Then the idea hit me, Omegle! I swiftly typed the link into my screen's small search bar, and the site popped up. I've been on this once before to surprise some lucky swifties, so I knew the site in and out. I scrolled through the brief color coded instructions, and typed found a box that read "What do you like?"

Well to find swifties, you would surely type in "Taylor Swift", and after I typed in my name, I stopped myself suddenly. I wanted to do this a different way, just for the fun of it. I had the idea of covering my webcam and microphone so the swifties wouldn't be able to hear or see me, and I would just be able to experience life from their point of view.

I lifted the small computer of my lap and leaped of the bed, skipping into the hallway, then to the kitchen. I would have to grab some tape to cover the receivers with.

HARRY STYLES POV

I rocked back and forth on my heels, unsure of what to spare my free time with. My mates, Zayn, Louis, Niall, and Liam were all asleep; but the creaking of the certain plane we were on was keeping me awake. I am usually awfully sleepy, but my mind was stalling the tiredness, also. I was standing in the middle of the plane room we were resting in, and thinking to myself of what I could possibly kill time with, other than my imagination.

I could go online, that would surely keep me busy until I was ready to doze off. I stepped over to the laptop sitting on a black plane desk, plugged into the wall in an outlet. I jabbed the power button, and the device made a loud opening welcome. I cringed and flinched around, and saw Zayn roll over. I stared at him in a cautious way, with my hard green eyes wide, but to my luck, he just kept on lightly snoring.

I sighed, letting out a strong breath of relief. Luckily, he didn't awaken to see me fiddling with some laptop I discovered. I unplugged the computers charge, and toddled over to my bed with it firmly gripped in my large hands. I snuggled into a blanket and starting typing something into the laptop. "Www." I started typing, then thought to myself. How about I just cover the camera and webcam, and be a normal person on Omegle.com? Fairly good idea, Harry. My fingers slowly typed in the link, and the site began to swiftly load.

I shrunk the site and went to my settings. I clicked to turn the microphone off, and disable access with the webcam. That will do.

My mind flashed to some of the twitter notifications I had received in the past, something I was thinking took my thoughts there, "Harry bæ! I love you, can you and your band come to New Zealand?", "Ew Taywhore is such a whore! Awful taste in ladies!" Taywhore? Taylor? "That Taywhore's messed up swifties are harassing your directioners! Help Hazza!", "Those idiot swifties hating on you again Haz? Don't worry, I'll protect you from Taywhore and her minions!". Crazy, crazy. Were Taylor's fans really that rude? I mean, Taylor was such a sweet-heart; and yes, she did get bossy and become a diva at times, but that didn't effect anything.

She also got really infuriated during that last fight we had...we ended on a really bad note, and haven't spoken for months, maybe a blind year now.

I wanted to experience her "swifties", get a taste of just how mean they were, so in the "What do you like?" bar on Omegle, I typed in Taylor Swift.