Chapter 4

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 When I got home, I made my way up to my bedroom and turned on the laptop. 

 I took a quick shower and changed into some comfortable clothes before sitting down to check my tweets.

 I gasped. Over only two nights, my followers went from five hundred to ten thousand and my mentions were overflowing.

 The mentions ranged from incredibly supportive to hate-filled venom: 

@HarrysKitty: @SkyNi I'm so excited for Harry to be dating a girl like you! You're exactly what he needs! Please follow me!!

@1DNiallsNandos: @SkyNi all you are is a tattooed whore! Harry is too good for you!

@SpoonsAreIncrediblyPayneful: @SkyNi I am happy for Harry if he is happy with you but I still believe that Larry Stylinson is real! Long live Larry!!!!

 I laughed and followed the first girl, retweeting what she had posted. I ignored the second and couldn't help but retweet the last girl. She sure was dedicated to Larry Stylinson.

 Suddenly, a tweet from Harry popped up in my mentions:

@Harry_Styles: Had a great night with @SkyNi and the boys! ;)

 I laughed and retweeted him as well replying: 

@SkyNi: @Harry_Styles had fun with you too love, can't wait to hang out again xoxo

 I sent the tweet with a smile on my face. Even if it was fake, it was nice to flirt with Harry Styles.

 By now, twitter was going crazy and I couldn't help but laugh. I knew that Harry was probably getting millions of mentions so I logged off and stood to get ready for my photo shoot that I had for PacSun in two hours.

 My phone buzzed as I was pulling on my shorts. It was Harry.

~Hope it's okay with you, but management wants me to stop by your photoshoot today to 'be supportive' of my girlfriend lol. See you at 5?~

 I laughed and replied: 

~Sure thing...boyfriend :p See you then~

 After sending the text, I pulled on a loose-fitting tank and a pair of sandals, throwing my hair up in a messy bun. 

 I put on a pair of aviator sunglasses and made my way out the door and to my truck. I was really starting to look forward to the rest of this day.

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