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thestylesrp replied to your post “Do you really think Harry is going to stick around? He can get anyone...”

SCREAMING

ah same

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"Right here"

Send me right here for a public sex themed starter thing

"How about we sneak off and go have our own fun?"

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[sends my url for the thing]

[ ♛ ] send me your url and i'll tell you the following:

my opinion on;

character in general: harold is my favorite member of one direction sue mehow they play them: as far as i can tell because i do not know the man pretty damn well. i love how you play him. its little dark but still what we see of harry and i think its greatthe mun: the mun is a cutie pie whom i love

do i;

follow them: yes thank godrp with them: well duhwant to rp with them: well dUHship their character with mine: dUH

what is my;

overall opinion: your perfect okay goodbye

**Note: Mun’s answer are all to be completely honest. Don’t send url if you don’t want brutal honesty.

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Remember Me || Closed for thestylesrp

Awaking to an ache bone deep all over was something Olivia was used too. But this was different, it felt off. It felt like she’d just moved for the first time in a month. She groaned, trying to pull herself up but a throb in her head brought her head back down to the pillow. She tried to remember the last thing she was doing that got her stuck in such a state. The only thing she remember was heading into a basement rave and the first couple hours. Fucking shit.

 She slowly opened her eyes and realized she wasn’t even in her home, this was a hospital and looked to be the ICU. She groaned once more and cover her eyes. “God fucking dammit.” She finally just forced herself up, trying to ignore the nausea and the swimming in her head as she did so. She rubbed her eye and noticed a man sitting in the corner of the room. She couldn’t place him at all, it unnerved her that he was just sleeping in here. “Who the flying fuck are you, dude?” 

[loveiswater]

she shouldn’t have poured the drink on liam-- in hindsight. But when she’d seen him pouring something else into her drink upon her return from the bathroom she’d acted irrationally. She didn’t expect he’d try and hit her-- luckily apart from a nasty bruise on her arm she was fine-- shaken but fine. She bit her bottom lip as she sat in the lobby, tugging the tight black dress she’d worn over her hips. she felt him--before she saw him, almost and managed a small smile when a familiar mop of hair came her way. 

“--You really came--”