I hadn’t gone on Twitter for the past four years. It had just been too hard. I had fans tweeting me on a daily basis about Niall. I didn’t want to read those things. When the news had first come out that we broke up, fans tweeted me asking me if I was okay. In some ways I appreciated it, in others I didn’t want to hear it. They didn’t know who I was, they were just tweeting me because of Niall. I remember Niall had tweeted something along the lines of “my heart has been ripped into a million pieces.” Fans then figured out that I had ended it and starting sending me hate about the matter. I didn’t appreciate that at all. Niall had seen the hate and said something about it. I remember his exact words, “She will always be special to me, do not send her hate, she is the sweetest, warmest woman I have ever met. You sending her hate, hurts me so don’t do it.”
The threats and mean comments were all over my twitter feed, so I couldn’t stay on that and keep reading what fans were saying so I deactivated my account. This cut off all contact with Niall and I hadn’t spoken or seen him since then.
I was bored one afternoon at work, I had finished my column for the week. It was Thursday afternoon, I couldn’t wait to submit it for tomorrow’s newspaper. This weeks edition was about getting back with your exs. There was a lot of complications with getting back together with your ex. There was always a reason why you broke up with them, and chances were the reason that you broke up would still be there if you got back together with them. These aren’t usually issues that go away over time. They’re serious problems, such as cheating, being a couch potato and not getting a job, long distance, and a loss of interest in each other, those are only to name a few. I decided to reactivate my twitter account. So I looked around to see if anyone was looking, no one could see me in my cubicle. “Would you like to reactivate your twitter account.” It prompted me. “Yes” I clicked.
Since I was just reactivating my account, all of my followers were still there, as well as all of the tweets I had tweeted back when I was a twitter fiend. I had been scrolling through the feeds to see what people had been up to. Twitter was always the same, especially in the 1D family. Girls were always tweeting the boys to notice them, then they would tweet inappropriate things to the boys. I checked the worldwide trends, seeing two of them having to do with One Direction. This didn’t surprise me, if anything, I felt like their fan base had increased over the years. I tweeted, “I’m back, you miss me?”
“Boo!” Jane popped her head into my cubicle. I jumped because she had scared me. Jane and I had been working together for three years at the New York Times. She had become my rock at work. I would tell her everything and anything that was going on. It hadn’t been enough to have Kelly, Steph and Gab, I needed someone at work to talk with as well. Jane did a lot of field work, which meant observing the people of New York City who didn’t know they were being watched. She looked for common patterns and habits people had, and if there was anything good there, she would deliver ideas for articles. It was a pretty cool job.
“What are you doing?” She said looking at me.
I looked up at her from my screen, “Nothing.”
She walked over behind me and looked at my screen. “Twitter?” She asked, “Really?”
I nodded, “Yeah, I just reactivated my account.” She looked at my followers which were at 357,894. I had lost a lot of followers after my break up with Niall, which had been obvious why. “Holy shit.” She said pushing me over as she scrolled through the feeds. “You’re quite the hit.” She said.
“Nah,” I said, “It’s only cause I dated Niall.”
“You know I still don’t believe that one of my best friends dated Niall Horan.” She said.
