Liam’s follow spree had been going on for almost 20 minutes and I still didn’t have a follow. All I wanted was 1/5. It seemed like everyone had at least one follow, except me. Because of the time difference, it was way to late for me to still be up. I knew that my dad would be waking up soon to get ready for work and if I got caught staying up all night again, I would be in trouble. I tweeted Liam a few more times and decided to go to bed, not expecting much. When I woke up, with half the day already gone, I had a few notifications on my iPhone from twitter, nothing special. Walking down stairs, I knew my mom would comment on the fact that I had just gotten up. “Brielle” yup there it was “why do you keep staying up half the night?” I didn’t really have a response, other then the fact that it’s the first week of summer vacation. “I don’t know mom, I was on twitter and time just went by” that would have to be a good enough answer for now.
After eating lunch, and watching a few re-runs of “Duck Dynasty” I went up stairs to take a shower and look somewhat decent for the day. I turned my laptop on, grabbed clothes to put on after my shower, and went to take a very cold shower since my sister, Caroline decided it was okay to use all the hot water. I let the cold water run, standing there just feeling bad about myself. I had just ended an abusive relationship, and being typical me, I didn’t tell anyone what was going on.
When I finally couldn’t stand the cold water anymore, I got out, got dressed and brushed my hair. When I walked back into my room, I saw my sister Ava sitting on my bed “Bri, I need to talk to you” Ava was just a year younger then me. She’s 15 and I’m 16, out older sister Caroline being 23 and our brother Finn being 12.”What is it now Ava, more boy trouble?” I laughed, it seemed that was always Ava’s problem. “What ever Brielle, I’ll just call a friend” Sitting at my computer desk, I opened up twitter and tumblr, my go to websites when I had nothing to do, which was most of the time. I had a lot more twitter notifications then what was shown on my lock screen. There was a lot of congrats, followed by some mean comments. I was completely confused, until I remember last night. “Liam” I whispered. I quickly typed his user in to the search and when his profile came up, I clicked on it as fast as I could. There it was, right next to his name, it said “follows you”. I started screaming as loud as I could, my mom and brother came running in to my room. “What’s wrong?” my brother, Finn asked. “Li-me-he-follow-what?” I couldn’t form a proper sentence. My mom came up to me and looked at my laptop, “what’s the big deal, some boy you’ll never know followed you” this was a normal response from everyone, it was like they all thought I was crazy for even liking One Direction.
I started replying back to some people who told me congrats, then I remembered that there was a possibility that Liam had replied back to me, I just didn’t see it. I went back to his profile to look. Of cousre there was nothing, but it didn’t matter, I had finally gotten a follow from my favorite. I dedicded to not freak out like most did. I posted a few more thank yous and logged off. A few hours later my mom came back in to my room. “Brielle, we need to talk” well that couldn’t be anything good. “What is it now mom?” I replied back. She took a few deep breathes, like she didn’t really want to tell me. “Bri, I don’t think we can afford for you to get concert tickets next month”. It was unlike me, but that was it. I jumped up and starting screaming at my mom. “You’re ruining my life! Caroline and Ava can go out and buy new clothes but I can’t go to a concert!” my mom looked shocked. “Brielle that’s it, now you’re defientiely not going” I screamed “that’s what you think” back at her “I’ll find a way to get the tickets” I logged back onto twitter, opened up a twitlonger and starting typing. “Dear @real_liam_payne, I know you probably won’t see this, but if you do, I really need to talk to you… and that’s why I need help getting tickets”. Writing this made me even more angry. My parents always tended to the things my siblings wanted, but when it came to me, nothing. About 15 minutes later, I started getting notifications. More congrats were coming my way. I quickly went to Liam’s page, and there it was, a reply from him.