Verified (BoyXBoy)

Chapter 3 - "Hey"

I was sitting in the classroom bored to death. My butt hurt, both from sitting and from the fall I had yesterday ugh. I was shifting uncomfortably in my chair trying to find a good position but the chair was squeaking with the floor. Everyone was giving me stares as I tried to be silent. After several tries, I huffed and everyone looked at me

“Mr. Tomlinson are you all right?” Mrs. Chester asked. How come that every, and I do mean EVERY humiliating situation happens in her classroom right? She must think I’m some kind of weirdo or something…well I’m not that far from it.

“Mr. Tomlinson…” I snapped my head up at her as I didn’t expect a second call. She looked at me with furrowed eyebrows and I must say a very scary look.

“Yeah miss?”

“Are you all right today? You seem out of your sorts”

Ugh how I hate when she uses words like that. I mean does she have to remind us every bloody time that she’s an English teacher?

“Uhm…ye-yeah...uhm...I’m all right Miss”

“Do you need to be excused?”

“Yes, please”

Because frankly, I couldn’t stand…or should is say sit haha get it? No? Okay…I couldn’t stand to stay another minute on that chair. If I did, I would guarantee my ass will fall off.

Mrs. Chester nodded for me to leave the classroom and I hurried off to the door. As I was leaving I heard some kid say ‘fag’. I looked down at the floor hiding the fact that my eyes were prickling with tears. But I quickly ran out not letting anyone see me.

I ran to the bathroom and went to the sink resting my head on it. I lifted my head slowly and looked at myself in the mirror and I thought

I’m not gonna let some idiots ruin me again for being myself

I’m not gonna satisfy them by destroying myself

I stood still like a soldier and kept thinking

I will not let their words get to me this time

I will shove them in the place that’s hurting me right now

A smile crept on my face at that thought. I opened the cold whatever and washed my face to remove all worries and hurt that it showed and flashed on a smile. While I was there, I took the opportunity to check my phone. I tapped the Twitter app and saw the trends

4 Strings New Album

#Unauthorized

Welbeck

#NewSingleIn2Weeks

#SavedByTheBell

#HarryIsOnline

#SheriKoko_ByLeroy

Jennifer Lawrence

#4StringsNewTour

Aitzaz Ahsan

Wow so much can happen in 2 hours. I love being in this fandom. We can do literally ANYTHING; from DNA tests to their ultrasounds. One time we even hacked a security camera at an airport just to watch Harry and Liam sit on a chair and wait for their flight. And not to mention how many times we slow down YouTube and break the VEVO system when a new single comes out to increase their views.

Stringers win everything for their boys because they are not just some normal boy band….no they’re not magical but they are normal boys living the life. So they know what it means to be bullied and hurt or not having the perfect family. And they understand that. And they communicate with all when they’re online more than any other celebrity.  Plus they tweet real thoughts not just tweets to advertise they’re albums or someone else’s songs.

I left the app open and put the phone in my pocket. At least now I’ll have something to do until the lesson is over. I opened the door of the classroom silently trying to bring the least amount of attention towards me as possible and made my over to the back of the classroom where my seat was. Apparently now we were supposed to be doing some ‘individual class work’ so everyone was working quietly on their own assignment.

I pulled out a paper and pen and scribbled something to make me look like I was actually working. School never was my favorite place and I was never good at it. I remember my mum shouting and screaming at me for not getting my grades higher or for the countless times she had to go to the principal because I never did my work. I never wanted to be some stuck up lawyer that steals money from peoples’ bad life situations. Or a doctor…I mean who would risk getting themselves sick by healing someone? I may sound selfish but sorry I don’t like being sick.

What I want to do in life? I’m glad you asked :D I want to be a professional piano player or an actor or heck maybe even a singer. Yeah I can sing. It’s not like I went to lessons because I could never afford it but I wasn’t so bad. But no one knew I could so keep this between us, kay?

Anyway after I have filled like half a page of meaningless writing. I did the usual ritual with hiding my phone under my blazer thingy and went on Twitter again. I clicked the #NewSingleIn2Weeks trend and started tweeting about how excited I was for it and posting pictures related to 4 Strings that I had on my phone.

I looked at the clock and there was still 15 minutes left for the lesson to be over. I decided to complete my essay, might as well do it here than do it at home right? I left Twitter open unnoticeable and continued writing. My laps beep and beep from notifications and I smirked at the funny feeling on my lap. After a while the notifications stopped and I concentrated more on the writing.

5 minutes till the lesson is over and I felt another beep on my lap. I looked down and refreshed my notifications by no one had retweeted or favourited anything. So what beep?

I clicked home to see my profile and I saw that I had a direct message. Now who could this be? This never happened before. Well I did talk to some girls on here but nothing that lasted more than a day or two. I didn’t have any ‘Twitter friends’. Sighing, I tapped the message icon and waited for it to load.

As it loaded, I could see what the message said

“Hey :)" @Harry_Styles

I laughed slightly because, could this be serious? Is this some kind of joke or a prank? Is he really doing this? Is he kidding me!? I still wasn’t 100% satisfied so I casually replied

“Hey” @louisthetommo

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