I bet it's some hacker who happened to watch the interview of James Corden and Harry Styles with me in it. This guy is pretending to be Harry.
Me
13:02 Listen, I'm in no mood to be pranked.
Unknown
13:02 You think this is a prank?
13:02 Gigi, it's really meeee :D
I am not falling for it. I decide to leave the prankster on read.
Unknown
13:03 We can even facetime!
13:03 Just cover your front camera if you are still unsure about this being me but I'll talk.
Before I can respond, the Unknown Number starts calling me. Curiosity deepens inside me so I answer; covering the front camera with my finger.
I can't believe it.
I just can't.
It's not real.
It's not true.
Nope. I am dreaming.
I pinch myself; Nope, this isn't a dream.
"Hey!" Harry exclaims through the other side of the call.
I uncover the front camera and embarrassingly squeak his name out. "Harry! Oh my God- Hi!" I sound so desperate.
"What's up?" He asks with his British accent.
"The floor." I tease.
"Ha, ha. Funny." He sarcastically mocks, rolling his eyes. "Remember, James made me say that." He excuses.
"Yeah, yeah. Whatever." I giggle. But then reality hits me "Wait- How do you know you can trust me with your number? That I'm not some crazy fan who's gonna show all her friends?" I ask, placing my phone on a book, stood up.
"Because you're not." Aw, that's so sweet. "Aaaaand because you can't contact this number unless I contact you first. As in, calling. Plus, my number is hidden." There it is. The realistic answer.
"So it's always you who's gonna call?" I ask timidly.
"Maybe. I might even give you my real number someday." Part of me is slightly hurt by the fact that he didn't trust me since the very start but I can't really blame him. He barely even knows me.
"Is this the part where I have to overreact and start screaming my lungs out because Harry Styles said he might give me his number someday?" I joke earning a giggle from him.
"Very possibly, yes." He states with a proud nod.
"Well, I'm sorry but I ain't that type of girl." I excuse with a nod myself.
"Good," His answer is unexpected. "Listen, I'm sorry this had to be so short but they're calling me. Bye." And with that, he hangs up. Will he call again? I selfishly want him to. I really really do.
No, no I don't.
He won't call. And i'm fine with that.
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Our Messed Up Thing
FanfictionGigi is still in high school, living in Miami. She has her best friends there, her family, her whole past. However, she is told to move to L.A, so is her best friend's family. This results in new beginnings, new friends, new romances, and destinies...
