reasons (n.s.)

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A/N:

I can't believe we're already ten chapters into the story!!! It may seem tiny to most of you, but I have problems with updating and everything, so this is big for me. And I'm really sorry if I've been a disappointment to you with my previous chapters, but I'm trying; I really am. It's just that I don't really have much experience with writing, so I'm not really anything great. But anyway, I do hope that this chapter will fulfill your fluffy needs!

P.S. The tweet in this chapter does not connect to the current time at all. Let's all just pretend that Harry has only just tweeted Niall recently. Okay? Okay.

Without further a-do, enjoy.

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Third Person POV

'I DON'T UNDERSTAND', Harry wonders as he lies awake in his bed with his arms crossed in frustration as he ponders about the thought of liking the same sex (like always). Again, he has absolutely nothing against gays-more so he supports them-he just doesn't want to be gender-classified. It's either he's gay, bisexual, pansexual, or straight; And he's sick of it. And confused. But more of the latter.

Harry sighs as he rolls over in his bed for the thirteenth time this night, and searches for his phone somewhere underneath the covers-which it takes quite a while-and finally finds it. Unlocking it, he opens the notorious Twitter app- where everyone is infatuated with the thought of getting a follow from him or one of the boys, and he has to admit that he's slightly ticked about. Who wouldn't? Millions and millions of girls adding your username to a bunch of their nonsense-but sometimes, also sweet-tweets just for a follow. But he also can't help but feel bad for them, because he knows he wouldn't do it anyway. Which is depressing, because Harry used to do it all the time. He even did those 'follow sprees' once in a blue moon and everyone would freak out over it; But that was back when everything was still okay.

Not that his life right now is anything bad, no not at all, it's just that he misses those days when he could still hang out with friends from home, be all bromance-y with his band mates without being called 'fags', when he could still see his family more often, and when life was much easier in general, really.

He tries to think of a somewhat witty tweet, but disappoints himself as he realizes that he's got nothing. Instead, he suddenly remembers that one time he and Niall were having breakfast on the bus and they were eating sausages and had mushroom soup, and in the end (no one knows why they did, but they did) threw sausages and mushrooms at each other, and all at the same time made a song out of it. They sure had a right laugh. So he then types out, "@Harry_Styles: ill throw a sausage at your sausage. I'll throw some mushrooms at your muuuuuushrooms." and clicks send and falls asleep with the thought of their little food fight and with a smile on his face.

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Niall lies in his bed, half-asleep as he half-dreams about Demi Lovato and Kate Beckinsale once again, but his almost-deep-slumber is interrupted by an irritating and endless buzzing by his side. 'What the fuck is up now?', he wonders as he groans in annoyance and rolls over to grab his phone off his bedside table and without even bothering to look at the notifications, types in his (may or may not be 'hs') passcode on his phone as he blushes and reminds himself that he needs to change that.

He looks at the apps on his phone one-by-one, checking for any sign of increasing notifications, and his thoughts are answered by flooding notifications at the top of his phone and sees that they're all coming from Twitter. He then curiously clicks on of the notifications and waits for the annoying tweet that annoyingly woke him up.

It then finally loads and he just snorts at the tweet in amusement and stays silent for a couple of seconds before bursting into laughter at the thought of the memory of his and Harry's food fight three months ago (not that he's counting, no). He continues to laugh, but then stops at the realization of Harry tweeting him. It's not much of a big deal, but to Niall, it is. He wonders what made him (Harry) think of that moment and what made him tweet about the song that they made. The song that they made over a dumb food fight. The thought of Harry thinking of him at this time of day makes his stomach flutter in a way it shouldn't.

It really, really shouldn't.

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I know, it's short. I'm really really sorry to disappoint everyone once again with the slow updates, but I have school the whole week and it is not just school, I have to work at school. Yeah. Work. Cool. Awesome. Great. Incredible. Amazing. 

Haha yeah. Also, if you'd like, please do vote and comment on this chapter if you liked it! I've had a lot of support from you guys for the past few days, and I really do appreciate the effort. Thank you to everyone who's been reading and waiting for continuous chapters! I love you all!!!!

-C