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“Hi?”

“I miss you.”

Anyway, last night I had another dream from that universe. This time, Harry Styles himself was at our house, sitting in our living room, and reading through the subreddit that she used to communicate with him. (?) My whole family was wearing pink and green. I don’t know why, we just assumed it was protocol to always wear pink and green when Harry Styles is around. Listen, I’m not a big Harry Styles fan. 

Anyway, my mcyt-loving ass PROBABLY modeled this girl off Drista (Dream’s sister(Dream is a man who plays minecraft for a living(I’m explaining for anyone who is reading this through Harry Styles-related tags))) in the ‘badass younger sister of a content creator’ sense. ANYWAY.

We were on the subreddit and she had written a whole essay for Harry specifically, about how she was going to start performing and become a big star, going into detail about WHERE she would go. She was insistant about going to the state ’Sierra’ (Which isn’t a state) and performing there, she wrote about it several times. She ended her list by saying she would go to ‘Irit, USA’, which Harry pronounced like a real place I’ve heard of before, but I can’t remember now.

She wrote a ‘final goodbye’ paragraph, in which she was appreciative of him and how much he did for her, and she called him ‘Wilby’, which my whole family found heartwarming as it’s an affectionate nickname for Wilbur. As you know, Harry Styles’ name isn’t Wilbur. That’s just my mcyt ass acting up again. (For context, there is a mcyt named ‘Wilbur’ who was accidentally given the nickname ‘Wilby’ by someone the whole fandom sees as his little brother figure, so I guess I associate the word ‘Wilby’ with brotherly love???)

Anyway, he left, and my family argued with me over cake (I had’t wanted it the past few meals so I should technically never want it again???) in an argument that seemed very realistic. And then I woke up.