#Follow4Follow

Every single girl in this world has her own dream guy, the Mr.Perfect for her but Better-Be-Friend for others. Mostly, when their Mr.Perfect came, to those lucky enough, the romantic story would be pretty much cliché with a ‘And they live happily ever after’ ending; but to those who weren’t that lucky, spending over two months steeped in Taylor Swift music was the answer. That was what Angie, my bestie, did whenever she got her heart broken from an acrimonious turn down.

As for me, I would never ever be in love with a high schooler even if he was seriously my type. Besides, I was too occupied catching up with my Mr. Perfect life to pay any heeds for other guys. Yes, I did have someone to dream of every night. Unfortunately, I didn’t know which of the two categories that my case applied to. If it was the reason that you wondered, I’d gladly to explain. It was because we didn’t actually meet each other. I only got to see him by reading his tweets, watching his videos (more accurately, his band’s videos) occasionally.

Angie told me to stop fantasizing over an impossible-to-have boy and get a real boyfriend instead. But she just didn’t understand how much this Irish boy meant in my life. His perfect blond hair, his intense blue eyes, his charming smile, his love for music, his carefree ways of living as if there was no tomorrow, how he cared for his fans, with all of these beautiful traits, how could Angie expect me to not love him? Even when it came to his perfectly imperfect side, my feelings for him didn’t bother to change. Regarding the fact that we were two parallel lines, not only did I fail to forget about him but at the same time, I fell deeper and deeper for Niall Horan.

As every usual Saturday night, I logged on to my Twitter account. And the first thing I did was checking Niall’s tweets. Favorited. Favorited. Retweeted. Retweeted. OMG, I have the same thoughts as he does.

DayDreamer (@JustMiaN): @NiallOfficial Me too! LOL! :))

Well, sometimes, when I felt like it, I replied to one of his tweets with a bit of hope that he would find me in that throngs of people.

After my Nialler check-up, I went to catch up with the latest trends and hot news. Apparently, there was a new scandal which was hot enough to take over the first place in the trending list. The name Harry Styles was well bolded with black, standing heroically at the top. I wondered who he messed up with this time. Hey, I didn’t hate Harry Styles or view him with critical eyes. It was just that in most of my self-made plot of the love story between me and Niall, Harry Styles was the one I communicated to the least or eschew to talk to. Without hesitation, I could say that there was no Directioners who would NOT admit that Harry Styles was perceived as the Flirt among the five lads. Knowing myself enough, I came to a sense in which there would never be a way that me and the curly guy could be friends or cooperate to do anything. I basically couldn’t bear the flirty type and literally tried to stay away from them as far as possible.

Reluctantly, I clicked on the bold letters, Harry Styles. He was Niall’s friend after all so I felt a little bit of a need to know what he had done.

My mouth slowly formed an ‘O’ shape while both of my cheeks were heating up. The day was his birthday. I felt guilty for a moment because I had thought badly of him. Harry Styles is not THAT bad. My subconscious whispered in my head. I glanced down to the flat screen.
The long interminable lists of ‘Happy birthday’ dazzled me. Slowly, my finger scrolled down the page reading perfunctorily until a weird tweet caught my attention. I had to say, it was very salient.

Edward. (@hesloveturtles) So many best wishes for Harry Styles. Whatever, happy birthday to ME!!

Not knowing to think of, I just absentmindedly pressed the Favorite button and gave the stranger a reply.

DayDreamer (@JustMiaN) @hesloveturtles Lol. Happy Birthday!! Best wishes for you though I don’t know who you are.

In a blink of an eye, the Connect tab on the top of the screen flashed a tinge of illusory blue. I hesitantly opened it in a new tab betting with myself that it was Edward.

Edward. (@hesloveturtles): @JustMiaN Thanks Mia. You just made my day.

I mentally paid myself 10 bucks while typing the reply back.

DayDreamer (@JustMiaN): @hesloveturtles Don’t mention it. Lol, glad to be the one.

Edward. followed you.

I wondered if my lips were curling up when I saw the notification. Wait, why would I be smiling for a random follow from a random guy? That just sounds so illogical. Should I follow the guy back? Uh oh, why should I considerate that? He’s a stranger. This is weird. Tonight is weird. What is going on with me?! OK, I'll blame that rom-com movie I watched with mom yesterday. Yeah, it's definitely that unrealistic romantic movie's fault.

Edward. (@hesloveturtles) favorited your tweet.

Edward. (@hesloveturtles): Big thank for the girl who made my day. @JustMiaN

Just with that, all of the argument that had been swelled up in my head disappeared as I
pressed the Follow button.

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Notes

The story has reached to its 7th chapter on Wattpad. If you want to know the link, just ask in the comment! And I really really want to know what you think of my story. You like it, don't like it, hate it, tell me now.

- Wanderlust