One month into the boy’s tweets, still no full faced pictures. There were loads of jawlines and lips and even tattooed hands but most of the pictures posted by one niazkilam were paintings and charcoal drawings and graffiti that rivaled banksy. But, god, Liam couldn’t stop scrolling at this point. In fact, he didn’t. Until he was about 4 months in and Harry shifted awkwardly on the couch, bringing Liam back from his thoughts.
His eyes fell on the movie for awhile, locking his phone and tossing it into his lap. He could stop thinking about this mysterious boy for at least the hour that was left in the movie. Except he couldn’t. Thirty minutes, if that, later he was unlocking his phone again, pulling twitter back up and immediately finding the profile again to follow him. Niall would call it a thirst follow, Harry would agree (as usual) but Liam was just captivated. Interested. Enthralled. Engrossed. Transfixed. Mesmerised. Every synonym that existed, he was.
(or in which everyone is a bit of a nasty hipster and Liam thirst follows Zayn without realizing they attend the same University)