I read the article's first paragraph.

One Direction, the biggest boyband on the planet, is keeping secrets from us. Niall Horan, member of the band, was seen kissing a mysterious girl outside the Vans shop in North London. Do the boys really go around kissing fans? Or is this a mystery girlFRIEND?

Shocked, I minimized the tab, my breathing heavy. Niall… One Direction… ew! I shuddered and lay on my bed. I was daydreaming. I must've been. Imagining it. I rang Charlie.

"Hey, Char, what's up?" he asked, perfectly innocently.

"Charles, the next time you get 3G go on the Mail Online…" I said before hanging up. I lay back down. Sweating, I grew more and more confused. Was this why he was so distant?

My phone buzzed with a text from Charlie. –[wtf did i just read charli]- -[idek nymor… my brains all lyk wtf man…]- I put my phone back and stared at the ceiling, then over at the laptop sitting innocently. My confusion turned to pure rage. Sitting up, I furiously dialled Niall's number. It rang three times then he answered.

"Charli?"

"What the literal fucking fuck? Go on the Mail Online and tell me what the hell that is!"

Silence…

"Well?!"

"Oh shit… Look, I'm sorry 'mkay? I didn't… Oh this is all my fault… I'm so sorry," then he hung up. I was fuming. Charlie texted me again. –[babe u k?]- -[no im not k im fuckin mad charlie this little bastard doesnt even have a proper explination 4 not even tellin me like holy shit man ugh im so mad rn i could just cry]- -[char giv him a bit of time and giv urself a bit 2 calm down k]- -[this is just such a fuckin mind fuck man…]-. I laid on my bed and screamed into my pillow:

"FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCKKKK!" then I started to uncontrollably cry, my whole body shaking with each sob. I needed Charlie with me more than I ever had before, even more than the two times when I was sick. Finally, I stopped crying and curled up in a ball and fell asleep.