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My eyes widened and my heart practically leapt out of my chest. I re-read the tweet about ten times, and stared at the picture. Was this aimed at me? I was trying very hard not to be a crazy obsessed psycho but come on - a picture of a shirt with drink spilt on it, a reference to other ruined shirts that week, and a reference to the song that finally seduced me? What the hell was going on?

I quickly took a screen shot of the tweet (which already had 8000 retweets and 6000 favourites) and sent it to Callie. Her response was instant:

From: Callie: OMFG. Is this for real?

To: Callie: What do I do?

From: Callie: Retweet?

Definitely not. That was the last thing on my mind.

To: Callie: Attention-seeking 

From: Callie: So???? Harry Styles tweeted about you!!!

To: Callie: Don't know that for sure x

From: Callie: You fucking do.

I tapped my phone against my chin, debating my next move. Retweeting it was bound to set my followers off, and they had calmed down since I had ignored them. Callie had been right. I looked at the tweet again. My thumb hovered over the 'Favourite' button, then I wimped out and closed Twitter.

I got my stuff ready for work the next day, got into bed and switched the light out. I couldn't think about these things right at that moment, it was too much pressure.

When I woke up in the morning, I didn't even look at my phone. I got ready for work and headed out of my flat and towards the tube, stopping for a Gingerbread Latte to drink on the train. I was slightly earlier than usual so the train was less crowded and I managed to get a seat for the last few stops. I walked into my office just after 8am and sat down at my desk. I took my phone out, ignoring the 7 texts from Callie, opened Twitter and went straight to Harry's tweet from the night before. He hadn't tweeted anything else, but the tweet now had 40,000 retweets and 38,000 favourites. I quickly tapped 'Favourite' and the little star turned yellow. I closed Twitter, dropped my phone in my desk drawer, opened my laptop and began to work.

I barely looked up when Gary came and sat on the edge of my desk and tried to tell me One Direction were splitting up (he tells me this about once a week). I smiled a brief acknowledgement to Sarah when she brought me a cup of tea at 9.30, but stuck my head straight down again and carried on assessing my reports. It was 11.55am before I put my pink One Direction pen down and stretched in my chair.

"Oh, welcome to the land of the living!" Gary called from his desk across the room.

"Hi," I smiled.

"What's been up with you his morning?" he asked. "You haven't even looked up once."

"Clearly you have too much time on your hands if you can tell me I haven't looked up from my work once," I teased.

Gary didn't have an answer to that. "What are you doing for lunch?" he asked.

"I need to go out and get something," I said. "Why, do you fancy joining me?"

"Yeah go on then,," he replied, pushing his chair back and standing up.

"K, lemme just grab my phone," I muttered, reaching into my drawer and grabbing it. I threw it into my bag, stood up and followed Gary out of the door, through reception and down the steps onto the street. We walked along the pavement, heading to the M&S Food shop on the high street.

"So what's been up with you this week?" Gary asked. "You've been acting weird since Monday."

"Nothing," I lied. "Just been busy is all. You know how it is. Well, actually you don't," I teased again. It's a running joke between me and Gary that I am far busier that he is, and he does no work.

"Hmmm, you sure that's all it is?" he pressed, wiggling his eyebrows.

"I'm sure," I fibbed. We entered M&S Food and I went straight over to the sandwiches and picked out my favourite Seafood Cocktail, and a bag of Salt & Vinegar crisps. I grabbed a bottle of water and went and stood behind Gary in the queue. I pulled my phone out of my bag while I was waiting and saw I had another Twitter notification, and 11 texts from Callie. My heart began its usual hammering as I swiped my screen and opened up Twitter. It was a Direct Message. I tapped into it and nearly dropped my phone on the floor.

From: @Harry_Styles: Heyyy... how you doin? x

Oh my God. Oh my God. Oh my God. Was this even real? I tapped onto his name and it took me to his verified Twitter page, where I could see his tweet from yesterday and his profile picture. It was real. Christ.

I looked at the time the DM was sent. 9.19am. It was now 12.10pm. Could he tell whether or not I had seen it?

"£4.50 please."

"Huh?" I snapped my head up, quickly locking my phone. The cashier was looking at me with a bored expression on her face and her hand outstretched.

"£4.50 please," she repeated in the same monotone.

I fumbled with my purse and dropped my phone on the floor. "Shit," I muttered.

"Jeez, Jess, what is up with you?" Gary asked, handing the woman behind the till a five pound note while I scratted around on the floor trying to pick up my phone.

"Sorry, I wasn't paying attention," I muttered, standing up and knocking into a stand of sweets and causing it to wobble dangerously. Gary grabbed the bag containing my lunch and ushered me out of the shop. I managed to retrieve the money out of my purse and held it out to him but he waved it away.

"It's on me," he said.

"You don't have to do that," I protested.

"It's fine," he said. "I'm more concerned at what has made you go all scatty. Well, more scatty than usual," he corrected himself, catching my eye and grinning so I would know he was only joking.

"Nothing, honestly," I said. "I was just engrossed in my phone and wasn't aware of what was going on."

I could tell Gary didn't believe me but he let it drop. We walked back to the office and he went into the kitchen. "You coming?" he asked when I carried on walking towards my desk.

"Nah, I wanna get on with my work," I replied.

"Spoilsport!" he called as the door began to close.

"Slacker!" I shouted back through the now closed door, and I saw him laugh through the glass partition.

I took my lunch back to my desk, sat down in my chair and pulled my phone out of my bag. I looked at the DM again.

From: @Harry_Styles: Heyyy... how you doin? x

What the hell was I supposed to reply to that? Had he even sent it to the right person? What if it was a mistake? I thought back to his last tweet. I was fairly confident it wasn't a mistake. I swung in my chair for a minute before nervously tapping a reply:

To: @Harry_Styles: Did you just say that in a Joey Tribbiani voice? x

I debated over the kiss on the end of the message for a minute, then grew a pair and pressed Send. My heart hammered as it popped up onto the DM screen. I put my phone down and tried to open my sandwich, but my hands were shaking so badly I had to grab a pair of scissors out of my pen pot and cut the cellophane. I opened my crisps (by hand, thankfully) and put a few in my sandwich before taking a bite. My phone pinged. I've never grabbed it so fast in my life.

From: @Harry_Styles: Lol no! Not deliberately. But now I'm reading it back in that voice... x

I grinned at the screen like a fool. I noted the kiss at the end again. Clearly he was either good at recovering or the message had genuinely been intended for me.

To: @Harry_Styles: Haha. I'm fine thanks, to answer your question. How are you? x

I took another bite of my sandwich, and opened my bottle of water. I don't think my phone had finished its Ping before I grabbed it this time.

From: @Harry_Styles: Good thanks. Been hanging out with family, it's been great. What you up to? x

This one took me a while to compose. How do you sound cool and breezy, but also like you're interested?

To: @Harry_Styles: Just having lunch. Been snowed under these past couple of days at work so I'm playing catch up today. What about you? x

From: @Harry_Styles: Also having lunch. Are you busy tonight? x