Woah people actually read this story XD whenever I write this story the song 'words' comes into my mind. Like it's made for this story. If anyone of you ever wants to make a trailer for this story(never gonna happen but okay),, use that song. "It's only words and words are all I have to take your heart awayyyyy." Oh fucking hell lets just start.
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Harry woke up with a hangover.

He knew never to trust Niall when it comes to drinking. That boy drinks beer like its water and thinks everyone around him drinks beer like its water.

Harry shook his head, rubbing his throbbing head and looking around for his cell phone- because let's be honest it is the first thing you do in the morning. After moving some legs and hands he found his phone.

He sighed and read his mother's messages as to how he should be back before lunch.

Once he was done he checked his social medias- instagram and write basically- once he opened his 'Write' app he went over to his notifications which were more than 200.

He frowned, he never got 200 notifications, 100 on a good day but never 200.

He opened to see what they were about. Many people had voted for his poems, that was okay-expected. But many people had followed him too-not expected.

He checked on the people who followed him, his eyes widened when he saw the first one (after which everyone followed him) Louis fucking Tomlinson had followed him.

What was happening?

Harry went and checked on his message board, many people had 'congratulated' him on Louis following him. But then he saw his own and his mouth went dry.

'@LouisTomlinson fooking follow me'

What was Harry thinking?!

Then flashbacks of Niall giving him a dare came back, and it was all too much to with his head pounding so he kept his phone aside and got up, with a grin on his face, to find Niall and smack him and then kiss him on the cheek.

But before that he needed medicines to help his fucking hangover.

He'll write a soliloquy for Louis later. Maybe not a soliloquy, but something.

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"I followed him." Louis said, looking at the wall.

"Good for you mate, atleast you grew up some balls." Zayn said, rolling his eyes.

"You think this is a joke? What if he thinks I'm crazy-" Louis was cut of when his phone buzzed, signalling he had a notification.

He grabbed it quickly, forgetting about Zayn.

He grinned when he noticed Harry tagged him in a message again. Wait what if it was bad? Louis gulped and opened the message,

"@LouisTomlinson followed me, HE fucking followed me. I might have done something good to deserve this in life-maybe, not quiet sure. Thank you so much for the follow! Means a great ton! I love your books (and you, but let's not get there) , they're great inspirations! Hope to have a long, nice chat with you (okay that's too much to ask for) All the love, Harry xx

Louis grinned wide, typing in a reply. He knew Harry didn't literally love him. But Harry wants to have a chat with him and Louis's mind goes crazy when he just thinks about that.

@HarryStyles it's no problem, darling! I'm glad you like to read my books. And I'm looking forward to the long, nice chat with you. (Ps- I love you too )

Louis posted the message and then locked his phone, he plopped down on his bed - a grin on his face.

"Was it Harry?" Zayn asked, happy about look of bliss on his friend's face.

"Yup."

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I wish something like this happened to me oh well.