The Fanfiction Writer (Completed)

Chapter Three: Fangirling

Chapter Three: Fangirling

**Lilah's POV**

Shopping spree and makeover with @JareeBear *sarcasm* can't wait.

I hit send and my tweet is sent. I look at myself once more in the full length mirror in my room and sigh. I've never really been a fan of boots. Especially not uggs. The only pair I've ever bought was the 1D uggs and I've only worn them twice.

"Hey, you look fine. But if you want to wear your sandals you can," Jared sighs at me, noticing my look on my face. "But you're keeping on the rest. No way are you wearing One Direction today," he says strictly.

Jared swivels in my desk chair and bites into an Oreo. That boy has an addiction to those cookies. I walk across my room and take off my boots, slipping my feet into a pair of sandals. I feel better already.

"Okay I'm ready," I turn towards him smiling.

"Spin," he commands and I put my hands on my hips.

"You aren't serious," I say to him.

"I'm serious Lilah. Spin!" He commands again and waves his hand around in a spinning motion. I roll my eyes but spin for him. "I don't like your jeans. The tops nice and the jacket is attractive, but the jeans..," Jared trails off and I stop spinning.

"Jared," I glare at him and he holds up his hands, an Oreo still in his right hand.

"What?! I'm just saying Lilah," he says before putting the Oreo in his mouth. "Besides you love me," he smiles wickedly at me, Oreo bits still stuck in his teeth.

I stick my tongue out at him and plop down into my bed. "Whatever. Just don't give me black hair," I said.

My phone buzzed violently in my pocket and I pulled out my phone.

Twitter: @Harry_Styles I'm sure you'll live. Wait till you meet Louis. @Official_Directioner

I squeal and jump up from my bed, literally exploding with how ecstatic I am. "JARED! OHMYGOD!" I scream at him, still jumping up and down.

Jared looks at me with wide, knowing eyes. "Who tweeted you?" He asks and already he's pulling out his phone. "HARRY?! NO FUCKING WAY!" He yells just as excited as me and bursts out of his chair, running over to me and joining my crazy jumping phase.

We're both screaming like girls, the feeling of being tweeted by Harry Styles is too intense for me to take in. I love how Jared is gay and can appreciate this moment correctly with me.

"He tweeted! He tweeted! He tweeted!" I break out into random dance moves still screaming. Jared is giggling madly with me and I can see his fingers typing madly on his phone, probably sending out a tweet as well.

"Woah," Jared says suddenly and his change of emotion shocks me a bit.

"What happened?" I ask him and stop jumping up and down. Jared's staring at his phone as well.

"HARRY IS FOLLOWING ME!" He squeals, bringing on another round of jumping and screaming like the fangirls we are.

Oh it's happening. I can feel it. My fanfictions. Oh the feels!

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When we finally stop screaming our asses off, we take deep breaths and compose ourselves for the outside world. Jared hugs me, thanking me repeatedly for being his friend and I can't help but giggle from his affection.

"Let's go!" He exclaims and grabs my hand, pulling me out of my room. "We must keep out cool in public. We have a high status in the Directioner World," he whispers to me with a wide smile on his face.