December 2nd, 2015 ... 1:18 PM

sydthesquid: alright if u really are "Harry Styles" then tweet something about bananas

I toss my phone on my bed, knowing that this person has got to be messing with me. Yeah, Harry followed me on Twitter, but I've been tweeting him for four years now, begging him to follow me, so maybe I just got lucky.

Or maybe I really do have Harry's kik..

No, that's nonsense. There is no way that I -

My phone suddenly buzzed from its place on my bed and I dove to grab it. I saw a Twitter notification appear, letting me know that Harry had tweeted something. I clicked the notification and my jaw dropped.

@Harry_Styles: I'm in the mood for a banana or two

I covered my mouth with my hand to keep myself from screaming out loud.

hstyles94: there

sydthesquid: okay, just one more test

hstyles94: I'm starting to regret continuing to talk to you

sydthesquid: oh come on, I'm gr9

hstyles94: gr8*

sydthesquid: no, I'm better than gr8 so I'm gr9

hstyles94: I'm gr10

sydthesquid: no ur grstupid

hstyles94: that doesn't even make any seNSE

sydthesquid: u don't make any sense

hstyles94: you're annoying

sydthesquid: no, I'm Sydney

hstyles94: ENOUGH WITH THE DAD JOKES

sydthesquid: what if I am a dad

hstyles94: what

sydthesquid: u don't know what I look like so

sydthesquid: I'm a dad

sydthesquid: proud father of 17

hstyles94: 17 AJXJSKDJD

hstyles94: your kik profile picture doesn't look like a father of seventeen tbh

hstyles94: it looks like a very pretty TEENAGE girl :)

sydthesquid: yeah, that's my daughter

hstyles94: mmm, I'm sure it is

sydthesquid: it is

hstyles94: what's her name then

sydthesquid: Sydney

hstyles94: WOW WHAT A CRAZY COINCIDENCE !1!1!1!1!!1!

sydthesquid: what do u mean

hstyles94: Sydney, cut the crap

sydthesquid: I'm not Sydney. I'm Walter, father of seventeen

I burst out laughing after seeing that he had read my message, but decided not to respond. My phone buzzed and I saw that Harry had tweeted again.

@Harry_Styles: If I were to live another life, I'd like to be a father of seventeen named Walter

Holy...

"It is him," I said to myself, falling back onto my bed, unable to stop smiling.