Tweethearts- Chapter One

Louis Tomlinson is just a boy from Doncaster with a slight Twitter obsession and an even slighter obsession with current hot boy band One Direction. He never really thought anything would happen if he tweeted at member of the dynamic trio. Boy, was he wrong. 

Before you read this, you should def read the Prologue. Also, I link the songs so hopefully you discover something new while you’re reading! :D

Harry didn’t know why he looked at the tweet from the boy. Maybe it’s because it was the first tweet he’d seen that didn’t seem to have a hidden agenda. Or maybe because it was from a very attractive boy. Either way, this Louis Tomlinson had been right. He really did like this song. So much so that he’d had it on repeat for the past hour and a half, memorizing the lyrics and notes, letting it flood his senses and free him of the constraints of his life. Don’t get him wrong, Harry loved his job and the people he worked with. It’s just sometimes he missed his freedom to do whatever he liked and, well, be an 18 year old boy. As the song started for the umpteenth time he listened even closer, waiting for the line that had won his heart in the first place. As it came up, he pulled out his phone, typing away furiously before sending his tweet with the vaguest hope that the boy he turned him to the song would see it. As it faded out, he pressed the left arrow, starting it again. A quiet knock sounded on his door about 30 seconds in, causing Harry to let out an annoyed sound. 

“Yeah?” He hollered, not bothering to turn down the song. The door opened slowly, revealing 1/3 of the One Direction flat.

“Look, Haz, this isn’t typical of me,” Liam started to say, “but if I hear that bloody song one more time, I will be forced to feed you your speakers.” Harry eyed the slightly older boy who stood in his doorway, considering the likelihood of him fulfilling his threat. Though his big brown puppy eyes made him look incapable of hurting a fly, Harry had no doubt in his mind that his soft spoken band mate could, in fact, force him to ingest his rather expensive Beats speakers. 

“Yeah, Harry, and I won’t do anything to help you!” Zayn’s Bradford accent drifted into his room from the living room, where he was most undoubtedly watching some recorded episode of his trash TV.

“Not like you would have helped anyway, you wanker!” Harry called back, ignoring Liam as he rolled his eyes as the two boys started to bicker from separate rooms.

“Maybe you should get better music than!” The so called Bradford Bad Boy retorted, causing the youngest to scoff. 

“Maybe you should learn what good music is!” A small smile started to tug at the corners of Harry’s mouth as Liam sighed dramatically, dropping himself onto the foot of his bed. 

“Oi! You wouldn’t know good music of it came and bit you on the ass!” Zayn’s voice was full of laughter as the Cheshire lad imagined his roommate sprawled across their shared couch, smiling to himself as he awaited his turn in their banter match. 

“Don’t talk about my ass, Zayn Malik! Unless you want a piece of it, In which case, all you have to do is say so!” Harry made a point of letting his voice gain the allure he used when he was in interviews with particularly flirty older women. The boys knew he was a little less inclined towards the female persuasion having found out during a rather rambunctious party they’d thrown in the X Factor house. They had yet to let him live down that night, constantly reminding him that he’d tried pretty damn hard to get his tongue down Zayn’s throat. He probably would have gotten away with it too if it hadn’t been for Liam playing a rousing game of “Keep the Drunk From Snogging His Band Mate.” 

“Still not over me, eh Styles?” Zayn’s voice pulled him out of his trip down memory lane as he walked into the room to join him and Liam. 

“You wish,” He rolled his eyes, and stuck his tongue out at him. That’d show him, he thought to himself as he started to rummage through his desk drawer for his headphones, vaguely aware that the song was about to end. “Look, I’ll put on some headphones, so get out and let me pretend I don’t have to put up with your constant harassment, yeah?” He remarked with no malice in his voice, pointing his green eyes in Liam’s direction. The boy had stretched himself across the foot of Harry’s bed and pulled out his phone, clicking through messages rapidly. 

“Wish we could, Harry, but we have interviews all day. Remember?” Liam’s brown eyes met his over the screen of his Blackberry. Harry’s blank stare answered for him, causing him to sigh. “Well, the car will be here any moment to get us, so I’d suggest getting ready if you aren’t.” He made a point to give Harry the up and down, causing the younger boy to suddenly feel self conscious. It wasn’t that he’d forgotten per say, more that he’d gotten sidetracked. He had, in fact, been getting ready when he’d remembered the song from the tweet the night before. Then one thing led to another and he’d soon found himself sitting at his desk in nothing but his jeans and one sock. (Where the hell was his other sock?) Zayn cocked an eyebrow at him before shaking his head.

“I’d really hope you aren’t considering that ready. I know the stylists have their way with us once we get there, but mate, don’tcha think coming half naked is expecting a little much from them?” He teased as he bent down to pick a plaid shirt from the floor and tossed it to Harry before walking out of the room without waiting for a reply. He sniffed it, hoping it wouldn’t be too dirty, before pulling it on. Nothing a little spritz of cologne wouldn’t fix, after all. Liam rolled off the bed with a small grunt and started towards the door to follow their band mate. 

Such gits, he thought to himself as he searched for the missing sock. He meant it lovingly, of course. They were his gits. He honestly wouldn’t have known what to do without them. Often he thought about what would have happened if he’d made it onto the show as a solo act, and he often realized he hated the scenario it created. He’d be a hell of a lot more lonely and a hell of a lot less happy. Without them, he’d have no one to truly confide in as he was warned against coming out to the public, at least for now, and he often found that he needed both boys to keep him from going insane. They’d worked hard to build up his reputation as a lady killer, a reputation that he’d easily have blown if he’d been left to his own devices. Yes, though they often bickered, Liam and Zayn were his family. His family who had left him to find his misplaced sock on his own, but his family nonetheless.

“Aha!” He cried triumphantly after finding the sneaky bugger on the floor, half hidden by his comforter. After pulling it on and throwing on his white converse, he stopped by his dresser, spraying himself with his cologne before looking at his reflection in the mirror. His hair had decided to it didn’t want to behave this morning, and he’d given up knowing the stylists would put enough product in it to calm it down somewhat. Though he couldn’t say there wouldn’t be any causalities. It seemed to be quite unruly today. 

“Harry! Car’s here!” Liam’s voice called.

“Yeah ya prick! So hurry up!” Zayn added cheekily.

“I’m comin’! Hold on!” Harry yelled back, checking to make sure his necklaces were secured around his neck. With one last tug at his hair with his hand, he left his room, closing the door shut behind, completely forgetting his phone on his desk.

***

Louis was still laying in bed, checking his phone every few minutes to make sure that there was really a tweet from the Harry Styles quoting lyrics from he song he’d sent him the night before. Not the he was being a girl about it or anything. He was very aware that it could have been quite a coincidence, in fact, he had pretty much convinced himself it had been just that. What were the chances of the boy seeing his tweet amongst the loads he’d received and then paying it enough mind to not only listen to the song, but to tweet the lyrics. No. It was just a coincidence and he’d just solidified the fact that Louis had called it right in saying he had excellent music taste. But there was that little part of him— alright, that rather large part of him— that believed that tweet was meant for him.

Of course, there was only one way to prove if it were or not. Obviously, he’d just have to tweet him again, but that was exactly what had him still laying in his bed, staring dejectedly at the ceiling. He would have to pick the perfect song as to not waste the opportunity of getting down to the bottom of this mystery, which was a lot more daunting of a task than he’d originally thought. He’d put his iTunes on shuffle in hopes that the perfect song would just happen to play at him again, only with each song he changed his mind. See, Louis was a dweller. The longer he dwelled on something, the more complicated he made the problem before he found himself doing just as he was now, which was waging a war with himself in his head over which song would be best to send to his celebrity crush— er, idol. It wasn’t a crush, he reassured himself as he stared down the white ceiling, tracing shapes into the bumps and cracks. It was more of a fascination. Yeah, let’s go with that. 

As he was about to give up on his venture and head to the kitchen to start breakfast before Niall could have the chance to assault him again, his shuffled playlist changed to the next song. It was a band that he’d discovered a couple months before, and had fallen completely in love with. They were the perfect mix of indie and electronic, and he was certain that anyone who appreciated music would appreciate the song. With a small smile on his lips, he grabbed his phone and opened the mobile Twitter app. 

Ya know what other thing I think @Harry_Styles would appreciate? Sleepsong by
Bastille. #ItsAmazing

This is it, he thought uneasily to himself as his thumb hovered over the tweet button. Hopefully he’d made the right choice and wasn’t getting his hopes too far up. Maybe he was. Maybe he should rethink this.

“G’MORNING, SUNSHINE!” Niall bellowed as he threw Louis’ bedroom door open, succeeding in not only giving him a heart attack, but also in making him jump, causing him to press the ‘Send’ button. The color drained from his face as he watched it get added to his timeline. Well, that was that. “Oh, you’re up,” the Irishman said, sounding slightly defeated as he lowered the pillow that he’d had raised over his head. “Well that makes waking you up a little less fun. Way to go, Lou,” he pouted as he leaned against the doorframe. Louis stared at his phone, willing it to light up with a response, completely ignoring his best friend, making the boy’s pout deepen.

“And now you’re ignoring me!” He cried dramatically, walking into the room and throwing himself face first onto the foot of Lou’s bed. The sudden movement broke the older boy’s trance as he head shot up to take in the state of his roommate.

“Really, Nialler? Are you really having a temper tantrum on my bed right now?” He teased, reaching forward to ruffle the younger boy’s hair, eliciting a muffled reply. “Can’t understand you, babe, when you’re speaking into the bed.” Niall’s head shot up as he glared at Louis.

“Yes. Yes I am. And I will continue to do so until you have fed me. Then, and only then, will I forgive you for denying me the simple joy of beating you senseless with my pillow,” he said bitterly before dropping his head back into the sheets. 

“You’re such a drama queen,” he laughed, glancing back at the phone and trying to fight the disappoint at it’s lack of message. “C’mon then. I can’t have my only source of entertainment at work angry with me, now can I?” 

***

Louis had checked his phone every ten minutes, almost exactly to the second. At first, Niall had found it funny. He knew Louis was slightly addicted to Twitter, he was one of his few followers after all. Not that he paid it much attention as he’d only gotten one at the urging of his friend and it was just best to give in to him than to try and fight him, especially when he had set his mind to something. But now he was just curious. He hadn’t checked the site in a week now, not really needing to see what Louis was tweeting as he experienced the majority of the tweets firsthand. Even when he didn’t, he still heard a play-by-play of them anyway as soon as Lou got home, so really, what was the point of checking the site? Watching his friend pull the phone from his pocket for the thousandth time since they’d arrived to work led him to believe that maybe he was missing something. Louis was so antsy that he was starting to get jittery as well, shifting uneasily in his chair and checking the time. They only had thirty minutes left before they were off, but he wasn’t sure if he could wait that long, especially as he watched his best mate’s face fall when he looked at the presumably blank screen of his phone. As he saw Louis turn back to his work— currently dusting the shelves— Niall pulled out his own phone, flipping through the different pages of apps before landing on the one where Twitter resided. With one last glance to make sure his friend was still working and his boss was nowhere to be scene, he pulled the site up. His best friend’s latest tweets sat at the top of the page and he read them. Then read them again. 

It wasn’t like Louis to tweet at celebrities. He had once told Niall there was no point as he couldn’t understand how anyone could expect to get a response when they were just one of many, yet his latest two tweets had been to none other than Harry Styles. Not only were they to the heartthrob, but they were just suggesting songs, which he didn’t think would be too good at capturing the boy’s attention. I’ll have to get to the bottom of this, he thought to himself as he closed out of the app and eyed his friend again, who had once again pulled the phone from his pocket. He definitely needed to figure out what Louis was up to.

***

Harry had been irritable all day. He knew it wasn’t fair of him to take it out on the crew and his friends since he’d been the one to leave his phone in the flat, but all he wanted to do was see if this Louis Tomlinson fellow had tweeted anything at him. Not, that he really should care. He’d only suggested one song to him, so why would it matter if the boy ever tried to make contact again. It wasn’t like Harry knew him, or vice versa. He still caught himself glancing at the clock every few minutes, counting down the time until he got to go home. They were at their third and final interview for the day and he was just about out of patience.

“So, Harry, tell us about this new girl in your life. Who is she?” The radio presenter asked him, flashing her bright smile at him. The question caught him off guard and he tried to think of who he was meant to be seeing at the time. The silence grew awkward as Zayn and Liam watched him expectantly. God, what was her name.

“Uh, her name is…” He squeezed his eyes shut trying to remember. “Em-” Liam kicked him under the table, cutting him off. Not Emma than. The host started to look worried as he frustratingly ran a hand through his hair. Zayn started to mouth the name at him from behind his hand so she wouldn’t see. Am… Ama… 

“Amelie!” He finally said, remembering the date from just a couple of nights ago. Really, they were all starting to blend together. “Her name is Amelie, and she’s a lovely girl.” He replied, supplying the host with a brilliant smile of his own. The tension in the room lifted almost immediately as Liam sat back relieved and Zayn covered up his snicker with a cough.

“And does she know what she’s getting into with Lady Killer Styles?” She laughed. Harry felt himself wince at the nickname. He didn’t like it, but it wasn’t like he was allowed to clear it up. Quickly he composed himself and gave her a cheeky response.

“Does anyone know what they’re getting into with me?” He even added a wink for her benefit, causing her to fall into a fit of giggles. 

“Well there ya go, girls,” she announced, “Dear Harold here has got himself another one. I know, I’m crying a little too.” She faux pouted at the microphone. “But that’s all the time we have with One Direction for today, so I hope you enjoyed yourself and thank you boys for coming in.”

“It was our pleasure,” Liam replied easily for the group. He had been the one appointed to do the majority of the talking as he generally had all the answers down. That was, of course, unless the question was directed toward someone else. Harry’s eyes flickered to the clock again, something that Zayn noticed. He’d been doing it all day long, and he was worried that something might be wrong with their youngest member. 

“Hey man, are you okay?” He finally asked as they’d loaded back into their car and Harry had started to anxiously pick at one of his many bracelets. His green eyes had looked up from their task as he cocked an eyebrow at Zayn.

“Yeah, why do you ask?” His voice was off and Zayn knew he was hiding something, but who was he to pry. With a shrug he let it drop as the boy turned back to picking at his bracelet. The car ride was unbearably long for the band as Harry’s anxiety started to spread through the car.

“Seriously Harry, you look like you’re about to jump out of the car at any moment,” Liam finally said, getting annoyed with the quiet tapping of the younger boy’s foot, which immediately stopped as he was addressed.

“I forgot my phone,” he said lamely, knowing full well that his bandmates would get a laugh at his apparent separation anxiety. 

“That’s it?” Zayn questioned. Harry shrugged in response. 

“You try going the whole day without your link to the world and tell me how you deal with it.” His retort had come out harsher than he’d meant, but as he was about to apologize, they pulled to the front of their building. Without a moments hesitation, Harry jumped out of the car and headed into the building and up to their flat. It was actually quite sad how badly he needed to get to hid phone to check Twitter, and he honestly would have judged himself if he were anyone else. Be that as it may, he was still slightly judging himself as he pushed the door open, not waiting to see if they boys had followed him, and headed straight for his room. 

With a sigh of relief, he grabbed the device, noting that there weren’t any missed calls or texts waiting for him as he pulled up the app which opened to the last account it’d been on, which just so happened to be Louis’. Not, that he’d been planning on checking back or anything. His eyes lit up as he saw his name in the most recent tweet and he found himself smiling stupidly, much to his chagrin. 

Why did he care so much about this stranger suggesting music to him?

***

“Okay, Lou, do you have something to tell me?” Niall said as they sat at the dinner table, both enjoying bowls of cereal as Louis didn’t really seem to be in the mood to attempt cooking anything. Louis, who had been pouting all dinner long and having a particularly intense staring competition with his Lucky Charms, looked up questioningly at his friend.

“No?” It sounded more like a question than an answer.

“Ya sure? Because you’ve been acting weird all day,” Niall pressed, fixing his blue gaze on Louis, knowing he’s eventually get uncomfortable enough and just talk. He’d learned that trick awhile back while trying to get Louis to tell him what his Christmas present was. It was his secret weapon and he saved it for special occasions now, and this seemed to be one of them. Louis tried to hold his gaze, biting his lip in concentration before finally letting out a sigh of defeat.

“Well, ya see-” Louis’ phone lit up, causing his mouth to snap shut as he snatched it off the table. His cerulean eyes were bright as his eyes darted across the screen, taking in the new tweet from the famous boy.

@Harry_Styles: Oh, you go to sleep on your own and you wake each day with your
thoughts and it scares you to be alone. It’s a last resort. 

His stomach flipped as he let the words settle in. There was no way Harry had tweeted lyrics from two songs he’d tweeted at him by coincidence. Which meant he’d read them. Which meant that those tweets were actually aimed to him. A girlish squeal threatened to escaped his mouth as the excitement built to uncontrollable levels. Keep it together, Tommo, he thought to himself as he stared at his phone, contemplating what to do next when his phone disappeared from his grasp.

“OI!” He yelled, trying to grab the device from Niall’s hand, who held it just out of his reach.

“Uh uh, Princess. You get it back when you tell me what’s up,” he said, wagging a finger in his direction. Louis rolled his eyes, trying to decide if he could get away with punching his friend and running from the room with his phone. His chances of making it were quite slim really, Niall had always been quicker. 

“Fine, I think Harry Styles is tweeting at me without tweeting at me,” he finally said. There was a beat of silence before Niall started laughing. “What?! It isn’t funny, you prick! Now give me the phone!” He swiped for the phone again, this time managing to get it from the Irishman’s grasp as he continued to laugh at his friend’s expense.

“You’ve been pissy all day because you’ve been waiting for Harry Styles, The Harry Styles, to tweet?” Niall said incredulously. Well, when you put it that way, Louis thought to himself. 

“Look, it doesn’t make sense, alright. I tweeted a song at him and he tweeted the lyrics. Then I did it again and look! Right there. The lyrics.” He pushed the phone into the blonde’s face, making him go cross eyed with how close it was. Pushing it back slightly, Niall read the tweet. 

“Alright, so he tweeted some lyrics. You don’t know if they’re for you,” he said, trying to be rational, though if he were being quite honest, it was a pretty big coincidence. 

“But what are the chances, Niall?! Two tweets in a row?” Louis didn’t need anymore help doubting himself, and if there was anyone who would help him, it was Niall. The younger boy looked at the phone again.

“You know what this means, right?” He asked, a mischievous glint in his eyes. It generally wasn’t good when Niall got that look in his eye. Louis had seen it numerous times before many pranks ensued. Usually he found it fun and exciting when he wasn’t the one on the receiving end of the look. Now, he wasn’t too sure if he liked the way Niall was eyeing his phone.

“What does it mean?” He asked nervously. Without warning, Niall snatched the phone from the table and pushed away from the table, knocking the chair down as he ran around it and into the bathroom. Louis’ stomach dropped as his mind caught up with what just happened. 

“Niall! Give it back!” He whined, making his way to the locked door and banging on it loudly.

“Hush now, babe, this is for the greater good!” The Irish voice sounded from behind the door. 

“What greater good! Just give. Me. My. Phone.” He kicked the door with every word to add emphasis, a trick he’d learned from his sisters. He could only imagine the horrifying things his friend was doing with his phone. Just the thought was enough to make him attack the door with renewed fervor. Then, just as soon as he’d disappeared into the bathroom, he was opening the door, passing the device back to Louis. 

“Calm down, here ya go,” he smirked, walking by as if he hadn’t just given his best friend a minor panic attack. 

“You twat, what’d you do?” Louis said, unlocking his phone and making a mental note to change the password to avoid anything like this from ever happening again. 

“Nothing, wanker. Just tweeted your boy, is all.” His blood ran cold. He loved Niall, really, he did, but he sure as hell made it hard to love him sometimes. Opening the Twitter app, he hesitated, unsure if he really wanted to know what his friend hand sent. Curiosity got the better of him and he looked at his phone, reading the words “he’d” sent out. 

@Louis_Tomlinson: Hey @Harry_Styles you’d appreciate Sweet Disposition by The
Temper Trap ;)

Like he’d ever send Harry Styles a winky face, he scoffed to himself. Of course, he wouldn’t have sent him that song either, knowing that he already liked that song. (Wow did he feel weird knowing that.) Great, now Niall had gone and ruined it. He certainly wasn’t going to respond now. Sulking, he headed towards his room, wanting to avoid his friend at all costs as to keep from implementing any of his ideas of revenge. With a sigh, he sat down on his bed, pulling his laptop towards him and searching for where he wanted to start his shuffle. Just as he was about to start a song, his phone lit up.

@Harry_Styles: @Louis_Tomlinson Looks like the third time isn’t the charm. I already
know that one. Try again? :)

Everything stopped as he read the words over and over again. He had replied. And not just in the sort of acknowledging way, but in an actual mention of his name way. Okay, breathe, he thought to himself. It’s no big deal. Then his phone lit up again.

@Harry_Styles is now following you

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YAY CHAPTER ONE! Okay, so here’s the deal, because I can’t NOT write this one, I’m just gonna start it, but it won’t be updated as often because I still wanna knock out AOTI and BWR. But I just really wanted to write this, and people wanted it and who am I to deny you guys if you’re actually taking the time to read what I write, right? So I hope you like it. If you have any thoughts, comments, concerns or even just wanna tell me it sucks, hit up my ask. I’d love to hear what you have to say. 

And as usual, thank you SO much for reading :)