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We live in an information society. You can easily find people everywhere and seeing how their lives are. You share images on tumblr. on instagram and you write nice comments on Twitter and Facebook. What happens if you get a stalker following you online? A guy who wants to own you? He has an eye on every detail of your life and you have no control over who he is. You just know that he exists somewhere in the world.


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I don't know how Niall succeeded, but pretty soon I had him as a friend on Facebook as well. It was as if he sneaked into my life and I had no control over when he would showed up. I got his messages daily, but there was no crazy messages. 
"How are you?" he could write. "Thinking of you and believe that you are a wonderful girl." 
I began to suspect that Niall wasn't gay, but I didn't dare to ask him. He had photos where he stood with the guys. I realized that he looked like a normal guy with his friends, but why he played as if he was gay? 
"Maybe he didn't dare to admit that he thought you were cute from the beginning?" said a friend of mine, but I felt it was a stupid statement. There was something about Niall that made ​​me doubt his reasons to be my friend. He was kind and he did nothing wrong to me, but he left comments everywhere. 
"The day was wonderful!" I could write on Twitter. A minute later he could respond with: "I understand that you are worth every day that you get." 
On Facebook, I did answer a friend's post and write something nice. Direct Niall was there and left a comment to my comment. It was as if he couldn't help him self and he liked everything that I put out on Instagram and Tumbler.


My mom laughed lightly when I explained. 
"He's a secret admirer?" 
I sighed and gave her a cold look. 
"Then he don't need to show up everywhere and put energy into me?" 
Mom hugged me lightly and seemed to think he was just cute. 
"Come on. You have had admirers before and it always ends up that they give up."


"I want to meet you!" said Niall day. He had been in my life for a month and I chose to say no. 
"I don't know you!" 
He didn't give up. Maybe he was a guy who was used to getting what he wanted? 
"You know me!" he wrote. "I have commented and written to you every day. I'm not anyone other but myself." 
"No!" I wrote anyway and filled with an angry emoticon. "I don't want to meet you ...." 
He paused and wrote nothing to me for about a day. It was as if he just disappeared and not dared to do more.

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