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I had to step away from the computer for a few days after I saw Like_A_Sunburn’s picture, who I now knew was named Jess from the heading on her profile. I knew Zayn had a point, kind of. Even if they weren’t romantic feelings, I was definitely getting attached to that girl, simply because I thought she saw me in a way that real people couldn’t. She was able to craft this character of me that I knew not to be true, yet I wished I acted like that. That I was the perfect leading man.

But almost a week later, when we were in Germany, I finally went back to the story. I finished the chapter that I was on and went on to the next one.

At the end of that chapter, my eyes wandered down to her author’s note, and I couldn’t hold back the hysterical laughter that bubbled up from inside me. Her fangirling was hysterical. Not to mention that her appreciation of me bringing back my colored knickers and braces was pretty awesome.

There were a few more chapters after that one, which I read as quickly as I could, before going over to the comments area so I could leave her something.

ugh sorry that i havent been on in so long. life’s just busy. lol. but this story is still just as brill as ever. i really love the way everythings going and the way the plot is developing. the characters are still really awesome and i love them all. oh and congrats on being mentioned during the interview. that must have been awesome. i wish theyd notice me! lol. update as soon as you can.

After submitting the comment, snickering a little to myself, I shut my laptop and put it away.

“LOUIS,” Harry called through the door. “ARE YOU DECENT?”

“Uh, yeah,” I responded. “I’ve been awake for two hours or something. I got up at half ten.”

“Who would’ve known?” Harry grumbled. “You holed yourself up in here, and no one has seen your face all morning.”

“Sorry. Attending to some important business,” I joked as I got to my feet. Harry was dressed for the day in a t-shirt that he’d definitely stolen from Zayn (or stolen back from Zayn…I never knew with that boy) and a pair of jeans. As for me, I was still in my Coca-Cola pajama bottoms and a white v-neck sleeping shirt that I’d pulled on after I got up.

“Like reading that fan-fiction?” Harry asked knowingly with a grin on his face.

I narrowed my eyes at him. “Zayn told you, didn’t he?”

He nodded. “Yup. But I’m pretty sure the entire world knows about your obsession with the story now. So it’s okay.”

“I’m not obsessed,” I corrected, but for some reason, I could feel a sense of falseness deep down in my gut. “I just like it. That’s all.”

“According to Zayn, it’s more than thaaaat,” Harry sing-songed teasingly.

“What did he tell you?” I asked, struggling to keep my tone calm as I crossed my arms in front of my chest.

“Oh, nothing important,” he told me flippantly. “So are you going to get ready? We’re going to go to a rehearsal for the morning show soon. Unless, you know, you want to go in your pajamas. They’re quite posh.”

I rolled my eyes. “I’ll get dressed. Thanks, Mum.”

“Just make sure you clean your room,” Harry added before leaving the room, keeping the door open behind him.

After I got changed into a pair of blue jeans and a plain bright blue t-shirt, I padded out into the living room area, where Niall and Zayn were playing a videogame. Liam was in a chair, his fingers flying across his phone keyboard as he texted someone, probably Danielle. And Harry was sitting in the corner, staring blankly into space.

I plopped down on the couch next to him and let out a sigh. “Make sure you do your hair with lots of time to spare,” Liam voiced. “I don’t want to be late again because you’re high-maintenance.”

“Oh my God, Liam,” I groaned. “One time, I made us late. And it was to a CD drop party. No one even noticed we were late.”

“That’s what you think,” he responded frankly. “But Justin Bieber told me that he was wondering where we were.”

“Bieeeeebs,” Niall cooed, sounding like some kind of demented cow.

“Well, it was none of Justin’s business,” I snuffed. “But if it will make you happy, I’ll go do my hair right now.”

“Much appreciated,” he muttered as his phone went off again, dragging his attention away from me.

Sighing, I disappeared into the bathroom, shutting the door behind me, preparing to style my hair to absolute perfection.



Late that night, after everyone had already gone to sleep, I logged back into writersunite.com to see if Jess had responded to me. And, like I had figured, she had.

Thanks so much for your comment! I’m glad to hear from you again. :) And thanks for your congratulations, too. When I heard that Louis wanted to see if I had updated, I fell off my bed and rushed to make sure that he had a new chapter to read. Hahaha. I have no shame as a fangirl. Whatever. ;)

I grinned as I typed her a fast response.

youre welcome. and im glad to talk to you again. and you’re welcome again. lol.

lol thats so funny. i would have done the same thing so youre fine. and shame is for losers.

I glanced at the clock after I posted the comment and sighed. Quarter to one in the morning. I had to get up at six thirty to get ready in time for the interview.

Knowing that I was going to be exhausted, I finally put my laptop down and put it down next to the bed, turning over, ready to fade off into sleep.

“Was it a good chapter?” Niall mumbled from across the room, his voice garbled, since he was almost asleep.

“No new chapter tonight,” I responded. “And God, did Zayn tell all of you that I’m addicted to the story?!”

“Pretty much,” Niall sniggered. “And you’re not doing much to prove to us otherwise.”

“What about that mind control story that you talked about on the show?” I questioned, maybe a little too harshly. “I bet you read that all the time.”

“Nope,” he denied. “It’s done. But even when it was getting updated regularly, I just read it when I thought about it. It was totally random.”

“Then maybe I like the story more than you do.”

“Or you like the writer more than I ever did,” he responded without hesitating.

“Why does everyone keep saying that?!” I vented, completely frustrated. They were driving me absolutely crazy. I didn’t even know the girl.

But Niall didn’t answer me. His deep breathing filled the room, cutting through the silence in a comforting way.

I let out a sharp breath and lied down, turning away from the bed that held my blonde friend across the room, and made myself go to sleep.