#halls.

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I just fucking realized I forgot to upload these 🤦‍♀️

OCtober day 9: Ellie Midas

Day 10: Halls

Day 11: Heartbreaker

Day 12: Façade

[grey-march]

6,23,31 for Ellie and 1,8,9 for Halls!

MY GIRLS YESSSS TY

ELLIE

6. Eating habits and sample daily menu

Ellie tends to eat healthy, so she usually wakes up a lil early to make herself a good breakfast: omelette, toast with apple butter, and a fruit smoothie. Lunch is sandwiches/subs with soup and tea. Dinners are smth shes prepped over the weekends and either throws it in the slow cooker while shes doing breakfast (roast beef or chicken, usually), or small quick meals that don’t require a whole lot of effort (baked stuff, just throw it in a dish and put it in the oven).

23. How organized are they? How does this organization/disorganization manifest in their everyday life?

While she isn’t a neat freak, everything does usually have a place. It helps not to have a lot of things to pick up when she has to clean on Sundays. When clothes are done getting washed, they’re immediately put away. Her tarp for her painting spot in front of her windows is always put down first before setting up the easel. Dishes (with the exception of larger pots n pans) are put in the dishwasher bc otherwise they’ll just pile up in the sink.

31. Most prized possession?

Possessions, plural, and its her sunglasses collection. All the shapes, sizes, and colors you can think of, she most likely has them (thanks to her mom). Ellies a shy person by nature, and she finds that wearing her sunnies helps shield her from people just a little. Enough for her to not be overwhelmed when someone just wants to talk. It certainly helps GD if she doesn’t feel on edge all the time.

HALLS

1. What does their bedroom look like?

Her bedroom is pretty spartan. A shelf or two for books n small trinkets, a rack for her clothes, a small bedside table, and a large, relatively comfy bed. Halls enjoys a lot of things, and one of them is some decent fucking rest. The room itself has the same basic off-white paint it had when she first moved in, no curtains over the blinds, no pictures on the walls. It feels kinda lonely. 

8. Favorite indulgence and feelings surrounding indulging

Despite all the money she wins fighting, her only real splurge is hair dye. Platinum blonde, and a lot of it bc of all the hair she has. Her feelings about it mainly stem from a need for control. She doesn’t remember her past, and while shes thankful to her boss for giving her a purpose, she doesn’t have a lot of say in what she does. He tells her who to fight, whose legs to break, who to threaten, and what day jobs she can do without it hindering her night work. The color of her hair is one of the few things she has say over, and it fills her with a fierce need for freedom.

9. Makeup?

Halls washes her face, but otherwise does nothing else. Why bother? Her main source of income is getting punched, and its not like she has anyone who’ll particularly care about black eyes or split lips. Shes a rough looking gal anyways, a full face of make-up would attract more attention than bruises.

[mytruthaltar-blog]

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[stayinggoldenhorran]

Chapter 22. Halls.

Character list. 

Belle - Cristine Prosperi

The boys, and Niall-  There selves.

Brandon - Jack Falahee

Tony (porn store guy)- Noel Fisher

Lisa- Greer Grammer

Mimi- Alexis Knapp

Belle's Mom- Roselyn Sanchez

Belle's dad-Daniel Gillies

Tamara - Chole Moretz

Lilly (Girl friend of Tamara)-Margo Harshamn (younger lol)

(Sorry if i forgot anyone.)

Niall’s POV

  As soon as coach told us we could leave practice early I knew this would be my only chance to go and collect my money from Tamara. I didn’t even think twice about it when I grabbed Louis and practically dragged him to his car. Of course, he was against going behind Belle’s back as always, but he know the routine now, no questions asked. After directing him on where to go I felt the buzzing in my pocket from my phone ringing. The cowardly part of myself couldn’t pick it up knowing that it was her. I know I lie to her every time I do this, but picking it up now and lying to her on my way to Tamara house makes the thought stir something in my stomach. My phone starts to buzz again and I reach to shut it on silent, I can’t take this feeling in my gut that something bad is coming up.

  “You know she won’t stop calling right?” Louis voice breaks my stare on the screen of my phone where a picture of myself and a sleeping Belle is placed. Sampling replying with a defeated nod because I know he is right, I look out the window as we round the corner of the bad neighborhood Tamara likes to call home. It reminds me of my small town back at home. I’ve never had anything good in my crap twenty years of my life. Now I live in richest of rich towns dating the daughter of the richest wine company known to date, but yet here I am walking on egg shells trying not to break it. I’m not sure on how long I can balance the two of them, but for my sake, I have to try. Walking up the cement stairs of Tamara’s apartment I keep reminding myself to get the money and just go, no time to chit chat, and by the way Louis is clinging to my side I know he feels the same way.

  “Oh, why hello boys.” Tamara greets us at her door in only cut off ugly purple polka dot shorts and a ratty white tank top that looks as if it hasn’t been washed in decades. She steps aside allowing us to enter her shit hole of a place. It smells of weed and dirty laundry. I have to hold my breath before I puke on her shag carpet when her pink haired Girlfriend bounces out of a door in only her thong and pink socks. I watch Louis eyes widen before he adverts his stare to the ground.

  “Well just don’t stand there have a seat. Want a drink, I got beer?” she asks as she sits on her beat up couch taking out a small clear bag out from under her coffee table. I notice the white substance in the bag and immediately know what it is. I’ve spent most of my shit summers at home getting high off that stuff.

  “IS THAT COCAIN?” Louis yells once he see Tamara line up a line for Lilly handing her a rolled up five dollar bill and holding her head back as she leans forward to sniff the white powder up off the wooden table. Lilly sits back up smiling as Tamara whips the remains from her upper lip and that’s all the answer Louis needs to make him turn pale white. Shit, I hope he don’t pass out on me.

  “Look, I’m just here to collect, if that’s quite alright.” I talk walking over to Louis just in case his breathing doesn’t slow down soon.

  “Someone is in a rush, calm down Niall you’re always so tense, relax, take a hit, or I have weed, ecstasy, how about molly, heard that was good?” Tamara chuckles walking over to a big tin can on top of her T.V stand removing all the drugs she just named. Wow, there must be so much there, and the way her eyes light up, I can tell it’s like her candy.

  “Oh fuck this, I’m out” Louis announces loudly from the side of me turning around to head for the door. I quickly grab the back of his jersey while Lilly and Tamara laugh out loud to themselves.

  “No, we’ll pass thanks. My money?” I ask again, this time look at her right in her eyes. She shrugs her bone shoulders and walks into the room Lilly came out of earlier, which in a matter of fact, still has no clothes on. Louis pushes my hands off as she returns with a large stack of money in her hands. Taking the scale out from the back of the kitchen counter, she divides the money two ways handing Louis his, then me mine. Made four thousand last night, and half goes to Louis, that’s how it works. Thanking her I push Louis towards the door trying to leave as quickly as possible, but of course just as we hit the door, she speaks.

  “So, I know you guys have a game tonight, but there is a pre-fight tonight in the dock houses off the beach coast.” She says making me stop and Louis groan.

  “What’s a pre-fight?” I ask.

  “It’s a fight before a fight. There is this guy they like to call Jay and he is supposed to be this beast. Anyways four locals will go against each other until there is one left standing, and said person will go up against Jay.” I watch as she takes a hit off her bong and exhales slowly into Lilly’s opened mouth.

  “Ok, and what’s the big deal with that’s?” I ask again not understanding.

  “The grand prize for that match is twenty thousands.” She raises an eye brow at me. I hear Louis next to me nearly choking on his own breath basically. Twenty thousands, that’s a lot of money. Belles face pops into my mind and all I see is diamonds, lots of diamonds.

  “What time?” I ask making all head turns to look at me.

  “9pm sharp.”

  “I’ll do it.” I declare.

  “This isn’t like the other Horan, this fight will be in a cage, and if you’d win these pre- fights you’d have to train like crazy. No excuses.”

  “I can do it.” I tell her again. She nods her head taking her phone out as she starts typing away. A minute later it beeps and she smiles up at me.

  “You’re in. see you at 9 killer” she winks. Turning around my eyes meet with a very furious looking Louis and I know once we are in the car I’ll hear it. Just as the door of Tamara’s apartment closes Louis starts talking surprising me when he decides not to wait to be in closure.

  “And what the hell was that, how the hell are you going to keep this away from Belle, hmm, she will be at the game, she will notice when you don’t go up to bed with her. Hello, are you even listening, hey I’m talking to you!” I climb into the car leaving a puffing Louis outside. He walks around to the driver’s side and jumps in fast not moving to start the car.

  “Answer me dammit!” he shouts.

  “Yes, Lou I have thought about that. I’m still thinking about if I win how I’d get away from her without noticing too much, but you heard Tam, twenty thousand, that’s ten thousand for each of us. Imagine what we could do with that kind of money.” Millions of possibilities start running threw my head and by the look on his face, I can tell it’s hitting him to.

  “And what about tonight, I can’t lie to her face bro, I just can’t” Louis says after a long pause we both shared. As we drive down the gravel road I try and think of a plan to get her not to question or notice my absences, then it hits me like a ton of bricks.

  “Go right, we need to make a pit stop.” I tell Louis as we were just about to get onto the highway.

  “Where?”

  “Grocery store, do you have your I.D with you?”

  “Yes, why, what’s going on Niall?” Louis eyes me.

  “We’re having a party of course.” I simply state making him look at me as if I’ve gone mad, and maybe I have.

  ******

  After nearly spending five hundred dollars on booze and kegs alone I make a few phone calls to the pelages and freshmen in the house telling them to clean up and go pick up food and more alcohol. This party tonight has to be big, I made sure to tell them to invite every house and kid in the damn college if necessary. Belle needs to be surrounded by tons of her peers long enough for me to go bash some heads in then come home to wreck her in bed after she mouths off to me about being away from her all night long. So all in all it should be a good night.

  “Dude it’s almost five o’clock, have you checked your phone?” Louis asks as we head down the road back home. Taking my phone out of my pocket my phone shows I have twelve missed calls and seven text messages. Shit, how did time fly by so fast?

  “Fuck she’s probably mad right?”

  “Ah, yeah bro, she is probably burning your shit as we speak.” He laughs.

  “I’ve never done this relationship crap, what do I say?” what the fuck, what just came out of my mouth. I should just tell her to shut up while I leave my marking down her neck, but I know that’s not going to solve this problem.

  “What really? Belle is your first girl friend?” all I do is nod still shocked I admitted that to him, if he makes fun of me for it I’ll smash his head onto the steering wheel. Well, not really, but still.

  “Well, you choose a good one as your first.” He happily states. Something at the way the word first sound makes me cringe, she is my first and last, I can’t see myself with another.

  ****

  My phone call with Belle went surprising well. It’s probably because I said I’d get her, her favorite dinner. I can’t help but feel like it went to well though. She didn’t answer right away which was shocking, then her voice kind of sounded off. Maybe she had a bad day on her little shopping adventure with her slut of a best friend. I can’t believe that hangs around my sweet little innocent Belle. Just thinking about all the bad shit she could get Belle into makes my blood boil. I swear if she gets Belle into trouble I’ll have someone beat her ass, just because I can’t.

  After standing in the longest fucking line for a god damn sandwich we finally get out food and leave. I texted Belle I’d walk over to her house in a few to get her, but she told me she wasn’t home and would just meet me there. I didn’t even have time to question her where about when we pulled up to the house and half of her damn sorority where on our lawn putting up balloons and cleaning up. I’d held my breathe looking around for the white car I’m praying not to be here, and ‘m relived and curious when it’s not. Getting out of the car I wave to a few freshman who are just standing around perving at the girls clean around so they can get the stuff from the trunk of Louis car. They nervously approach the car and do exactly as I say and I’m shocked and pleased. This whole superior thing I can get used to. It just shows what good sports skills can bring. Respect and power meant, that’s what.

  Walking into the house I take note that all of the rest of the boys including a sulking Harry are frantically cleaning. I smirk at him when he looks up at me, his immature eye roll doesn’t go unnoticed as I place mine and Belle’s dinner on the counter right in front of him. I childishly announce that it’s hers and mine before walking up the stair to my room ready for a quick change or clothes into tonight’s uniform and new socks. Just walking into my room Belle’s scent hits my nose like if she was just in here, but I know it’s just her smell she lingers around that drives me crazy. As I remove my clothes and walk over to my closet I feel my body literally freeze in place. Hanging in front of my eyes are new clothes, I know there new because I’ve never seen them before. I run my hand over what looks to be a new Leatherman’s jacket that has a black N stitched in on the right corner. 

  Shit, she was here, how long was she here, does she know I was lying to her, if I’m busted Louis Is to right, I can’t be the only one, wait did she call him, I never let him leave eye sight, shit shit shit.

  As I let my eyes focus I see that my bed is made, laundry is folded on my desk and my carpet is vacuumed.

  “Son of a bitch” I yell as I run my fingers through my hair. Think Niall, think of a lie to get out of this mess. Wait lying is what got me in this whole situation anyway right, I mean our whole meeting of this damn thing was a lie. No, Niall stop thinking, just calm down.

    The voices in my head are getting louder and louder as I pace the floor of my small room. She knows Niall, she knows you’re noting but a liar, she knows who you really are, she can see right through you. Do you think she will stay with you after it all falls into play, no she won’t she will leave you like the trash you are, no one wants trash around, no one wants you around. She will crawl right back into Harry’s arms once she finds out.

    “NO!” I yell as my hands grab the first thing my eyes land on. My guitar. I grab the brown instrument and toss it across the room against the wall right next to my window making my glass framed Bob Marley picture crash and break with it. “Shut, up, stop talking!” I pull at my hair so furiously I’m surprised I’m not bald yet. Just as the voice get louder, there is a knock on my door causing me to halt. I don’t answer but Louis lets himself in anyway.

  “Bro, are you alright, I was coming up to tell you Belle just got here, I told her you were in the shower.” Louis states. Belle is here, and just like that, the voices are gone and I find myself calm instantly. Amazing. 

  “Um, yeah, I’m ok.” I stutter still a bit shaken up from my little outburst. Louis eyes travel to the shattered glass on the floor and I see his concern behind his eyes, before he can comment on it, Belle is entering my room in jean shorts and my jersey indicating that yes, she was here. Her bright smile drops when her big brown eyes spot the mess on the ground. She looks back at me and her eyes rank up and down my half naked body and I realize I’m not dressed yet.

  “You’re angry about the clothes, I knew you would be” her voice come out in just a whisper as she crosses the room wrapping her ting arms around me hugging me close to her as she rest her face against my chest. Her touch alone makes every voice I just fought forgotten as I wrap my arms around her hugging her back as if I’d never feel her skin again. She thinks I’m mad about the clothes, okay I can roll with that.

  “I already told you how I feel about this shit Isabella, I don’t want you buying me expensive shit ok.” I ask her taking her chin between my fingers so she can look up at me, I know I handling her rough, and Louis is still here but I need answers, I need to know what she knows.

  “Ok baby, I’m sorry” My chest tightens because I know if Louis wasn’t here, daddy would have come out of here mouth, not baby.

  “When did you have time to do all of this shit anyway?” I ask, playing the victim here still. She doesn’t answer right away making me cup her chin a bit harder and her eyes meet mine again.

  “Um, an hour ago, I came by, but you weren’t here so I figured you and Lou had practice later since you didn’t answer my calls.” She stutters. I can’t tell if she is lying or telling the truth, so I decide to let it go, for now. Louis clears his throat when she steps on her tip toes to reach for a kiss making her pull back to soon, I want to punch his teeth in. I haven’t seen her all day and I want to make out with my fucking girlfriend before all this shit goes down tonight.

  “I’ll clean that up and I- we can get the guitar and glass frame fixed.” Belle says pulling out of my arms leaving me pouting. Yes pouting. Fucken Louis.

  “Leave it baby, dinner is getting cold, we can do it tonight.” I cringe knowing I most certainly will not be here. Louis shoots me a Tonight-sure-okay- look and I give him a shut-the-fuck-up-face. He does and walks out the door with Belle close behind. I tell them I’ll be right down after I change and they but mumble something I can’t hear since there already half way down the hall. Shutting my room door I exhale loudly wondering how in the hell I got myself caught up in a situation like this, this is just so fucked up.

  Getting dressed and ready in no time, I hear the loud commotion from down stairs as it’s about half an hour till game time. Taking one long good look at myself in the mirror I prep myself for what’s about to happen. Taking a deep breath before opening my room door I only have one thought on my mind.

  “It’s show time”

(here you go! hope you like it. I had to make it short because next chapter is going to be a lot. sorry for any mistakes as always. thanks for all your support. love you lots. Comment, comment, comment! gets me motivated.)

[shadyj-sheff]

either my flatmate or a twat downstairs

is playing really loud music.

before one.

on a sunday.

luckily i am up but FUCK OFF with your really bad loud music. geez.

[neverflewsohigh]

i can not wait to get married.

seriously.