Tweethearts- Chapter Three

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. 

My computer restarted itself while I was almost done writing this and I almost cried. Luckily it had only deleted the Niall bit at the end, so it was salvageable. However, if it kinda tapers off then, you know why.  

They’d been talking for a week now, upgrading from @ mentions and direct messages to texts. Louis wasn’t proud of his reaction to receiving the 10 digits in a direct message, mind you. He’d actually very much like to pretend he hadn’t screamed and hopped up from where he’d been crouched sorting CDs and nearly braining himself on the overhanging section. Niall, of course, seemed to disagree. Not an hour went by without some smart remark from the blonde alluding to Louis and his obvious infatuation with the celebrity. 

“I don’t have a crush, you prick!” Louis had finally yelled after Niall texted him from across the store. The younger boy’s bark of laughter echoed through the empty store as he turned back to the magazine rack, silently praising himself as he stacked yet another beauty magazine on the shelf. 

“First step is denial, Lou!” he called back in a sing songy voice. Louis imagined the shit eating grin that must have been plastered on his roommate’s face as he started to rip open another box of DVDs. 

“First step is beating my insufferable  roommate cuz he can’t just shut it!” Louis yelled, happy that the store was yet again empty and that their manager was on his lunch break. Maybe now was his chance to finish off the Irishman. It’s not like there were any witnesses. After wrestling with the tape for a few more seconds, it finally ripped off, and he tore the box open. His eyes were met by the photographed green ones of none other than his new friend, which adorned the cover of the band’s new concert DVD. It was still surreal knowing that Harry was a real person and not just a face on a magazine, book or TV. At least, he could only hope he was real and he wasn’t actually talking to like, an android or something. Of course, that could very well be a possibility now that he thought about it. Harry was a little too perfect to be a real person. His eyes stayed locked on the boy who smiled widely out over the crowd as his bandmates stood at his side, smiling equally dazzling smiles. That must be such an amazing feeling, he thought to himself as he imagined what it was like to stand in front of a crowd as they cried your lyrics out to you. 

“Oh, oh Lou. You’ve got it bad when you’re about to have a wank over his DVD,” Niall’s voice said from just behind him, causing him to flinch and drop the case he’d picked up without realizing it. 

“I swear to whatever holy force there may be, you Irish twat, that if you say something about him one more time,” Louis threatened, turning to shoot his friend a glare that he hoped would burn like the fires of Mordor. He backed away slightly, hands up in surrender.

“Put the sass away, Princess,” he drawled, his bright blue eyes full of mirth as he eyed the older boy. Opening his mouth to continue whatever it was he was about to say, he was cut off by the sound of Louis’ text tone. A cat like grin stretched across his features as he saw the excitement that flashed in his roommates cerulean eyes. “That’s him, isn’t it?” He asked, already knowing the answer. 

“No,” Lou said stubbornly, refusing to give Niall more ammunition in his escapades to make his life a living hell. He’d seriously have to reconsider why he even liked the Irish boy to begin with.  The younger boy rolled his eyes and sighed.

“Denial,” was all he said.

“Not denial!” Louis retorted, turning back to the box of DVDs so Niall couldn’t see his eyes. It was better that way. He’d always been able to tell when Louis was lying. Something about how he got this little line between his eyebrows or something like that. Whatever, little mind reading leprechaun, he thought bitterly.

“Then why won’t you check it?” The Irish voice pressed as he dug out as many of the cases as he could hold.

“Can’t. Hands are full,” he smiled over his shoulder, waving the DVDs for Niall to see and then started to walk away. 

“Lemme help you with that,” he replied and shoved his hand into Lou’s back pocket before he had time to register what he’d just said.

“Niall!” Louis’ voice shot up three octaves as he dropped the boxes and reached for his phone. It wasn’t like they’d been talking about anything bad. On the contrary, they’d been talking about the last song Louis had sent him via Twitter, but that wasn’t the point. Louis wanted to be the first person to see whatever it was the pop star said, and if he had to rip Niall’s hand off to do so, than so be it. The boy relinquished the phone easily, eyes dropping in disappointment.

“Oi, it’s nothing interesting anyway. New followers and such,” he sighed in defeat. The front door to the store opened, alerting them of their manager’s return. Looking much like a kicked puppy, Niall returned to the magazine rack to finish sorting through the shipment of magazines. Louis smiled and waved at his manager in an attempt to look like he wasn’t doing anything wrong, which, in all fairness, he hadn’t been. But knowing his manager, he could be saving a baby from a burning building and he’d still think Lou was up to something. After he stalked around the corner to his office, Louis glanced down at the phone that was now safely back in his hands. 

You have 37 new followers

His follower count had steadily increased since Harry had followed him and started to talk to him. In fact, he was constantly being alerted by the website of his new followers, all who seemed to have some form of Harry’s name or the band’s name in their Twitter handle. But who am I to judge, he thought to himself as he scrolled through the new list of followers. In the past week alone he’d gained over 700 followers as the two boys’ conversations continued. Louis knew it wasn’t because they were interested in him, but rather seeing who this boy was that their Harry seemed to enjoy talking to. A boy could dream though. As he reached the bottom of the list, a tweet popped up on the screen. Speak of the devil.

@Harry_Styles: @Louis_Tomlinson you haven’t sent me a song today and I’m feeling neglected. 

A small snort escaped Louis’ mouth as he read the tweet. Perfect little twat, he thought to himself as he imagined the boy looking lost without his daily music suggestion.

@Harry_Styles I’d happily give you attention, but I’m at work stocking your DVDs #SoManyDVDsWithYourFace

 He chuckled to himself as he pushed the phone back into his back pocket, unaware of Niall’s watchful gaze. He’d never seen his best friend so happy as when he received any form of acknowledgment from Harry, which was worrisome since he’d never actually met the guy. Though he constantly teased the older boy, Niall really was concerned for his friend. They’d been friends for almost half of his life and he was certain no one ever made his eyes light up the way they did when his phone buzzed. God help Harry if he hurts him, he thought to himself, watching as Louis smiled brightly at the phone, reading another message, because if he does, hell hath no fury like an Irishman scorned.

***

You still haven’t sent me a song

Harry sent via text as he lay on his bed, staring up at his ceiling. They’d been given a day off and instead of joining Liam and Zayn on an outing to get curry, he’d opted to stay at home and text the Twitter boy. He was aware of the concerned looks his friends had exchanged when he told them to go on without him, they’d only been giving them to him all week as he grew more and more attached to his phone. It wasn’t like he didn’t know they could see every tweet he’d posted in the past week— the vast majority being to Louis— and that they were intrigued by who this mystery boy was. They weren’t the only ones. The fans had started to analyze the messages sent back and forth and even started to follow the other boy. They had even started giving them a couples name, which dredged up many rumors that seemed to make their management team none too happy. Not that Harry cared though. After they’d called him in for a meeting about “this Louis Tomlinson fellow,” he’d made sure to DM him his number. They didn’t have to like who he was friends with anyways, he thought to himself as he hummed the last song he’d been sent and waited for a reply. The electronic device buzzed lightly on his chest.

Dunno what to send tbh. Im havin song block D:

He chuckled lowly to himself, imaging the stranger to be as distressed as the capitol d colon implied he was.

Calm down babe. It isn’t the end of the world

 Waiting for another reply, his mind wondered over the boy. Honestly, he didn’t know why he enjoyed talking to him so much. Sure, it felt nice to talk to someone who didn’t actually know you, but it was more than that. He felt almost as if this stranger could understand him. Like, really understand him. Not just understand the Harry that everyone had been presented. 

Not to you maybe but im the lesser in this friendship. You go off and be famous and i supply you with excellent jams. Ive got nothing to offer but my great taste in music!

“Not true,” he spoke aloud to the phone. He had so much to offer, assuming he wasn’t lying about his whole entire identity. From what he’d gathered, not only did the boy have a brilliant iTunes library, but he’d wanted to become a singer as well, something that Harry could see happening assuming his voice was at least half decent. He had the looks, that’s for sure, he thought to himself as he recalled Louis’ twitter icon. He was remarkably tan for someone who lived in England, and his teeth gleamed brightly through the picture as he smiled. However, it was his bright eyes that always captured Harry when he looked at the older boy’s Twitter. They seemed to sparkle through the picture, conveying a light that most people couldn’t even manage in real life, let alone a 700k jpg picture. As he went to type a reply denying that he was any better in this friendship, his voice shook in his hand.

What are you even doing home on a friday evening? Shouldnt you have parties?

In all technicality, Harry was sure there was a party somewhere if he really wanted to go. The only problem was he didn’t want to go. It’s not like anyone who threw those parties actually wanted Harry there, but Harry Styles of One Direction. No, he’d much rather be here, laying on his bed, texting a boy he’d never met. At least he seemed to actually want to talk with him for him.

Believe it or not Mr. Tomlinson but I don’t have too many close friends

He answered honestly. Aside from the boys, he only ever texted his mom on a daily basis. It was okay though, he was quite used to it really. He wasn’t unpopular by any means in his high school, but that didn’t mean he had many friends either. Honestly, he preferred it that way, rather having a small amount of good friends instead of a large amount of acquaintances who didn’t actually want to know you. That didn’t mean that he didn’t often find himself feeling lonely though. 

:( why not? I think youre great

Heat spread across his cheeks as he read the compliment. 

Dunno. It isn’t a big deal though. Really. 

Maybe he shouldn’t have brought it up.

But everyone needs to have at least one close friend

Harry started to chew on his bottom lip, not wanting to get into a deep conversation. Not yet anyway. Maybe if Louis knew that most people couldn’t see past the reputation he’d obtained, he wouldn’t be able to see past it either, and he just couldn’t handle that.

Ive got close friends. Liam and Zayn :P

He attempted to lighten the mood with the smiley. It was ten minutes before Louis responded and Harry had started to worry that he’d said something to offend him. Maybe he should have added him to the list. If he were being honest, he really did consider the Doncaster boy as a close friend, he just couldn’t admit that to him. Who says a stranger is a close friend? That would just make him look weirder than he already was. His heart sank as he read the text.

Well Harry im going to bed because its been quite a long day. But ill talk to you tomorrow yeah?

It was an abrupt goodnight. They’d stayed up late these past few nights texting, and now Louis was going to sleep at 10? Harry looked at his phone sadly. 

Oh… okay… Goodnight Louis

With a heavy sigh, he set the phone back on his chest, letting the silence in the flat suffocate him as he stared up at the ceiling and let his sight fall in and out of focus. He was alone again, his two roommates off having a late night snack and the one boy he genuinely wanted to talk to probably off somewhere deleting his number and vowing to never talk to him again. The soft thrum of his phone startled him.

@Louis_Tomlinson: Oh, btw @Harry_Styles I think you could do with a listen of Hey Lonely by Moonlight Social #Goodnight

A small grin played across his lips as he read the tweet. Maybe he was just tired after all. Pushing himself up from his bed, he sat down at his desk and opened an internet browser on his laptop. The song was a lot harder to find than the others, and he was about to give up when he stumbled across a hidden link. Clicking on it, he sat back and closed his eyes, listening intently to the song that started to play. 

“Please believe me, I would give it all to heal your heart. Just maybe where you need to be is where you are,” the song sang, causing Harry’s heart to clench. “Hey lonely, you are so much more than they deserve.” In general, he didn’t like country songs, but this one got to the very core of him. The lyrics got under his skin and he found himself replaying the song, imagining that the older boy had picked the song to convey a message. Or maybe that was wishful thinking. Either way, he knew what song he was going to fall asleep to tonight.

***

Louis woke with a start, confused as to what could have possibly woken him from his deep sleep. Though he had told Harry he was going to bed early, he really just was scared to see what the famous lad would think about his latest suggestion. It was more personal than the others because it said everything he wished he could say to him, but knew he couldn’t. Louis wasn’t stupid. He knew Harry’s reputation, and Louis knew he was a few wrong body parts away from being what the celebrity would want. That fact didn’t stop his heart from aching when he read the texts from the boy saying he didn’t have many close friends. It didn’t make sense to him. As far as he could tell, he was one of the most down to earth people he’d ever been able to speak with, which was odd given he actually had the talent to back up not being that way. The song was from a lesser known band he’d happened to stumble upon, and he had hoped that Harry didn’t have too hard of a time finding them. 

Running his hand down his face in an attempt to wipe the sleep away, he turned his attention to his clock on his bed side table. Irritation caused his eye to twitch as he saw that it was 7:30 in the morning on his day off. Why the hell was he up? His eyes were dragged towards his phone. Well, he was up now, might as well check it. Pulling his arm out from under the sheets, he grabbed the phone and pressed the screen lock button, bringing the screen to life.

What are you doing today?

So that’s why he was up. The irritation disappeared almost instantly as he read the text from Harry over again, letting his still sleepy brain catch up with him.

Nothing its my day off why?

The reply was almost instantaneous. 

When was the last concert you went to?

Louis was certain that even if he were fully awake he wouldn’t understand where this conversation was going. His brows furrowed as he tried to remember the last concert he had been to. It had been an embarrassingly long time. 

Too long ago. Its embarrassing. Why?

As he waited, his eyes started to drift shut again. Harry could wait until it was a decent hour, he thought to himself as he was started to be tugged back into a blissful coma. Just as he was about to drift off completely, his phone went off again.

Its our last show tonight for a while. Wanna come?

***

Niall fell out of his bed with a crash as a wail that sounded like a mix between a cat being trampled and a siren echoed through the flat. His head pounded as he pushed himself up from the ground. What the hell was that, he thought to himself, trying to catch his bearings. Adrenaline rushed through his veins as he envisioned Louis being murdered in his room.

“Don’t worry, Lou! I’m comin’!” He yelled, running from his room. He’d be damned if someone killed his best friend on his watch. Head still spinning, he made the short journey from his room to Louis’, only vaguely aware of the fact that if his roommate really were in any trouble, he didn’t have a weapon to defend him. Throwing the door open, he tried not to look to disappointed when he found the older boy sitting in his bed, eyes wide and staring at his phone. “You woke me up because of a text from your wannabe boyfriend?!” He couldn’t help his voice from raising a few decibels above necessary, but could you blame him? He had been planning on sleeping in after all. Louis looked up at him, eyes still wide and shining brightly as he searched for what to say. “Come now, hit me with your best come back, because really, Princess, I have a lot of pent up aggression right now,” the Irishman said, becoming increasingly bitter as his friend just stared at him, mouth agape and blue eyes wide. Niall saw his mouth move, but didn’t hear any words.

“What was that, Lou? I can’t hear you over the ringing in my ears from your girlish scream,” he walked into the room and sat on the foot of Louis’ bed, contemplating just falling back asleep there when the older boy finally got the words out.

“We just got invited to meet One Direction.”

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I just wanted to thank you guys for letting me know that you wanted this one updated :) I hope it doesn’t disappoint! You know how this goes. Lemme know what you think por favor because I really do enjoy getting your feedback. Also, I love you, and as always, thanks for reading! Also, the song really is a friend of mine’s song, and I had to upload the song for you guys to hear it. Uhm, if you do like it, it’d be much appreciated if you looked them up, but forgo mentioning that you found it via fanfic because I’ve had a major crush on the guy in the band for awhile and I’d much rather not go down that “explain I’m in love with two boys who are in love” road with him lol <3