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Rumours and Twitter

Ch 3: Rumours and Twitter

Starting a blog wasn’t as easy as it seemed. I needed something to really catch everyone’s eyes and help myself get enough followers for this to make a difference. I realized if I was going to do this properly, I needed to pull out all the stops.

 I rummaged through and old box of photos for over an hour searching for the perfect image to share with tumblr. I settled on a photo of Harry from the summer before XFactor. He didn’t have any tattoos and we were at a pool party at his Dad’s house. The internet would love to see a never-before-seen photo of Harry Styles.

 I scanned it and uploaded it to my laptop and felt a twinge of guilt as I tagged Harry in the blog post. Was lying about what continent he was on enough of a reason to punish him? Was I overreacting? I thought back to Stan talking to me while we were in Doncaster. He told me that Louis had invited both him and Eleanor to the BRITs. Harry hadn’t even taken the time to come and see me at all! Then he disappeared! Plus he was ignoring me! Maybe to some people this wasn’t enough to be angry, but I had had enough!  I considered talking it over with Angie, but I was worried she would talk me out of it. I needed to stand up for myself.

 I got over my guilt and pressed ‘publish’. Now it was out of my hands.

 That night I was bombarded with messages asking where I got the photo and if I had more. I had more, I had many many more. But I had a plan. I needed to circulate rumours and see how quickly they would get back to Harry. I let my followers build over a few days, informing people I was an old friend of Harrys’ in Cheshire. I promised more photos in exchange for followers.

 I was scrolling along twitter and noticed a lot of update style accounts that would post photos and hints as to where the boys were currently.

I texted Harry.

 “Hey, where are you at right now?”

“Hello love! I’m down at Shangri La with Louis! He is getting some in done!” He replied.

 Perfect. I screen capped my phone and sent it to the updates account.  I felt bad that Louis would be wrapped up in this, but really this just helped with the whole Larry thing in the long run.

 Girls started posting floods of photos with Harry and Louis at the tattoo parlour within minutes. Now twitter knew I was reliable. I could say anything I wanted.

 The next day I spammed twitter and tumblr with lies about Harry and Larry. In less time that I thought, I got a private message from Modest Mangement requesting that I cease and desist. They couldn’t figure out where I got the photos or the location from. So, I didn’t get Harry’s attention, but I got management. Was this a sign? Was this the best I could ever get from Harry? Management run arounds while he flew around from country to country?

 Harry was like two different people now, and I had no way of knowing which one would show itself. Sure, he was answering my texts today and I knew he was in LA, but if the last few weeks were any indication, that could change quickly, and he may just decide not to bother telling me. Is it wrong to want to know what continent your boyfriend is on? Was he really even my boyfriend anymore?

 I stepped back from my laptop alarmed. Was becoming this new vengeful person finally making me realize this? Maybe I lost Harry to the glamour of celebrity life a long time ago, maybe this was a wake up call. He had always promised to come home to me, no matter what. But now, he had broken that promise.

 I decided to delete my new fangirl twitter and logged back into my real account. I was tired and knew I wanted to tweet to Harry, but I wasn’t quite sure how to word everything. So I settled on something I hoped would catch his attention.

 @Harry_Styles is a clumsy llama giraffe that collects stuffed turtles!!

 I laughed at the randomness and sent the tweet. I knew now it was lost in a flood of 19 million other people’s daily spam tweets. I knew he would never see it, but it gave me a weird sense of satisfaction to have my name mingled along with all the other fangirls.

 The next morning I awoke to see that the tweet had been favorited by both Louis and the infamous Harry Freaking Styles.

 My twitter was being absolutely spammed in a way it never had been before. I went from 30 followers to 1,000! This was my personal account! How could this have even happened! Why would Harry favorite it, since he was the one that wanted to keep me out of the public eye! How did he even SEE my tweet in the first place?

Nothing made sense, once again. Harry left me bewildered and all I could do in response was put the kettle on and spend the day scrolling through tumblr avoiding piles of schoolwork.