Catfish: A Harry Styles Fan Fiction

"Harry, you can't love her! You never met her!" Louis hissed as he threw a shoe angirly across the room. "Louis, I love her. I need her," I whined as picked the shoe up and tossed it on the bed. "You don't need her, you want her." He took a few steps forward. "You need to get your head back into the game." "I don't need to, you want me to," I growled. I picked up my jacket from my suitcase and headed for the door. "Where are you going?" he hissed. "Somewhere I need to be." I threw the door open and ran outside into the cool winter air. Harry Styles found his dream girl on Twitter. He knew she was the one. He spends his night talling to her. Telling her secrets and she would spill out whatever happened that day. He had fallen in love with Lauren Rose, the girl who's face was hidden by a screen. Lauren Rose hated her life. Her parents spent all of their time taking care of her depressed, anorexic, younger sister. She fell in love with a boy who she thought wouldn't even care about her one tweet, nut that's what she told Harry. He had never seen her or really talked to her about her real life. Was any of this real?