Chapter 3

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Noelle's P.O.V

I sit on the couch in our family room for at least 10 minutes, contemplating wether or not I should or shouldn't dm Harry.

After way more thought than needed, I decide to dm on Instagram, because I don't really know how to use twitter.

I go to the Instagram direct page, and click on the camera roll icon to upload an already-taken selfie. I find the perfect one, and upload it to IG dm. I type in his username, @harrystyles, and type a message in the caption space.

"Hi Harry. My name is Noelle Evans, and this morning you followed me on Instagram. I was wondering if you did it on purpose or if it was an accident? If you want to, you can reply, but if you think I'm an ugly cow and you don't want to respond-that's ok with me. Have a great day:)"

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Harry's P.O.V

I can't stop thinking about her. She isn't just pretty, I just have this feeling that she's different.

I've been laying here for the last 10 minutes trying to think of something clever to dm to her on twitter.

I click on the twitter app and get ready to write my message to Noelle. Then, even before I can type out one word, a notification comes from the top of my iphone screen, saying I got an Instagram direct. I have so much hope that it's her, so I tap the notification, and wait for Instagram to load. The direct page shows thousands of photos sent to me by fans, but there's only one I care about. There it is. An Instagram direct from @noelle_mariee. I tap on the photo she sent me. It's a picture of her smiling with her big white teeth, her hair golden and straight, and a flower crown in her hair. Beautiful. I read the caption. Does she really think It was an accident when I followed her?? No way! I grin broadly as I read the message from Noelle. She's so sweet. She's so funny. She's so.... Perfect. How could anyone think she's an ugly cow?!

I re-think what I'm going to write back, over and over again, making sure it's perfect.

I type out all my thoughts into the message, and hope for the best as I press done.

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