That One Tweet

Chapter 1

HELLO EVERYONE!! NEW FANFIC IS HERE! I'M EXCITED. YOU SHOULD BE EXCITED TO ;)

I HOPE YOU ALL ENJOY IT AND SHARE, COMMENT, VOTE AND WHATEVER YOU LIKE TO DO!

This is just an introduction so it's not very long but I hope you enjoy it :) Oh and my twitter is @irwiexstyles and my best friends one is @nzatheart. She is amazing. Go follow her :) and me :)

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Chapter One:

"Elle!" My mum yells at me signalling it's time to get up. I groan and turn over to check my notifications. 6 on Facebook. A few likes on Instagram, 3 new stories on Snapchat and Twitter well where do I start. I go to my mentions. Most of them are 'retweeted your retweet'. I really hate them. I go to the One Direction band account and check the tweets there. I go to their personal accounts and Zayn and Louis haven't tweeted. Niall is tweeting about a game, Liam tweeted some thank yous and some sweet tweets and Harry.. Umm..

"@Harry_Styles: Don't watch tv while chopping vegetables." I RT it and reply with "@irwiexstyles: Well thanks for that life advice @Harry_Styles" not expecting a reply. I lock my iPhone and go have a shower. I put on some face moisterizer and go back to my room. I walk in to my iPhone going off signalling a notification every millisecond. I go check whats going on and see;

"@harrysgf : @irwiexstyles HE REPLIED TO YOU!"

"@harryirwinx : @irwiexstyles ADNSAKFL HARRY"

"@nzatheart: @irwiexstyles FNDSIJGVNIJG WHERE ARE YOU HE REWPILES TO YOUR TWEET"

"@midgetstyles: CONGRATS GURL YOU ARE SO LUCKY!" 

No this can't be true. I click into twitter and see "@Harry_Styles: @irwiexstyles you are welcome gorgeous."

OH MY GOD. HARRY STYLES REPLIED TO MY TWEET. AND CALLED ME GORGEOUS. I CAN'T BREATHE.

OH MY GOD ELLE. JUST BREATHE. AND SCREAM. IT'S OKAY TO SCREAM RIGHT NOW. I tell myself.

I tweet a few fangirl tweets not able to contain my excitement. I seriously can't breathe right now and I'm shaking. This is so unreal.

I think I tweet a few hundred times, retweet all my mentions and tweet a few hundred times more after I am officially calm and eventually tweet Harry back.

"@irwiexstyles: @Harry_Styles Pfft me gorgoeous? That's you."

A minute later I get another notifcation saying "@Harry_Styles followed you!" and I try to contain myself. Again. This is really happening.

"Hey love!" A dm from the Harry Styles.

OH MY GOD ELLE.

"Hello the Harry Styles!" I reply excitedly.

"What's happening? :)" He replies.

"Well ya know. Just trying to contain my excitement while trying to get ready for College :)" I reply back.

"What College you going to?" He asks.

We have a full on conversation and it turns out he is going to the same college as me. As well as the other 4 boys. What about fans? Won't they have to have security?

"See you there :)" I message him.

"Okay! I can't wait to meet you!" He replies back. Shouldn't that be me saying that to him? I mean, he is Harry Styles.

"You too :)" I reply back and that was the end. I can't wait to meet him and his bandmates.

I do my hair in a cute ponytail, put foundation, mascara and lipgloss on. I put some black jeans on with a white tshirt. I then put on my white converse and go down the stairs full of joy.

"Jesus Elle. Took you long enough." My mum says angrily.

"Sorry. I was just talking to the Harry Styles." I say to her smiling whilst trying to contain my excitment.. and my breathing.

"Well that's cool but we are leaving for college in half an hour so have some breakfast and get your bags all sorted." My mum tells me. I have a feeling she doesn't believe me but oh well.

I have my pancakes, get my bag, check my iPhone and see it being flooded with notifcations. I tweet my followers saying "Thank you guys so much. I am so happy. I will reply to all of you soon. I am leaving for college now. Talk to you all later!"

I unplug my phone, pack my charger, my headphones, my writing book and get my bags. I walk out of my room and put everything in the car.

"You ready hun?" My mum asks me.

"As ready as I will ever be." I tell her and she turns on the car, slowly reverses out of the driveway and we drive off.

This is going to be a good year.