Sleepover

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I explained to Emma that she couldn't tell anyone. Not that she would, anyway. 

Emma positioned herself on my bed. "I'm checking his Twitter." she said casually. I sighed. "Why must you be creepy?" I asked. She smiled. "Because if I wasn't so creepy, you wouldn't see this." I moved closer to her and she handed her iPhone to me. I stared at the screen. Harry's tweet was about me! 

He said: *Had a great time watching fireworks with a special girl today. Can't wait to hang out with her again.* I just.. died. Right there. "See, Cam? He does like you. Well, obviously is you guys kissed and he asked you out." she said. I blinked back my excitement. "What did people reply?" I asked quietly. She scrolled through the replies. "All the Directioners are asking who. And he's not saying." she said.

I ripped her iPhone out of her hands and looked at them myself. I looked up at her. "What if someone finds out!? And I get hate? Oh my god. I just can't get hate! Everyone loves me." I complained. Emma rolled her eyes. "You're too lovable. Now all you have to do is wait for a text from him and somehow work that into the conversation!"

I checked my phone. No messages yet. *WE AIN'T EVER GONNA GROW UP!* I grabbed my phone and unlocked it. "He texted me!" I said ecstatically. Emma crawled over next to me. "SHOW ME." she demanded. Hey. I had a really fun time today. Maybe we can do it again this weekend? OMG! "He wants to hang out with me again!" I said. Emma laughed. "I know. Don't rush into this, though. He's too famous for you to fall in love with him just yet." she said.

I shrugged and replied Hey! Same here. I'll have to see what I'm doing. Emma saw what I sent. "Good. Play hard to get. If he keeps coming back, maybe he really does like you a lot." she said. I smiled and tossed my phone to the side. "Let's go eat some icecream and watch Degrassi. We haven't done that in a while." I suggested. She nodded. "You see, hanging out with me isn't that bad." she responded. I tossed a pillow at her and grabbed my phone. "Let's go." I said. 

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