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Brenton Thwaites for Style Magazine (Italy)
it had been ages since he had been out by himself at a good dive bar, well at least it felt that way. with his album becoming bigger and bigger, it was hard for him to not run into a screaming fan or two. he had been advised to travel with security to avoid any crazy encounters but still, the Irish man craved his independence. so here was, late at night an almost empty hole in the wall dive bar. he sipped his whiskey open book in hand, enjoying being alone for once when he glanced up catching eyes with someone next to him. he offered a warm smile before asking, “what’s your poison?”
𝖘𝖒𝖘 –– ronan & andy.
RONAN : hello good evening remember how this morning i told you i wasn't going to leave my house all weekend
RONAN : well , i'm a liar.
ANDY: ah shit dude
ANDY: where you at? someplace safe drinking lots of water I hope
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“hey!” she greeted the person next to her, as she set her bright pink electric guitar case down next to her. “ i need to get out of the studio..do you want to go get some food with me?” she offered with a bright smile. she’d spend the day in the studio, trying to write new music. no, she wasn’t procrastinating..at least that’s what she told herself.
andy glanced down at the blonde, charming smile gracing his lips as she spoke. he had been at the studio all day, hard at work on his second album he hadn’t even noticed it was lunchtime. “food huh? well how could I pass up that offer”, he chimed irish accent heavy over his words. he stood up, holding his hand out to the smaller girl. “name is andy, it’s a pleasure to officially met ya.”
brenton thwaites. 26. male. he/him. harry styles. | i can’t believe i just saw ANDREW “ANDY” UNDERWOOD walking out of cadence records. they’re a single SOFT ROCK artist who’s been in the industry for THREE YEARS. the tabloids love to focus on their PLAYBOY nature , but they’re also pretty HUMBLE and they seem to give off a vibe that reminds people of SNEAKING OUT LATE, THE SMELL OF GUCCI COLOGNE WITH A HINT OF CIGARETTE SMOKE, LATE NIGHT TALKS THAT LEAD INTO THE MORNING, LEATHER JACKETS WITH COLORFUL PINS ON THE COLLAR AND WARM SMILES THAT MAKE YOU FEEL WANTED. | liv. 22. central . he/him.