- A . T e a m - PG-13 - Semi-Literate -poѕтιɴɢ opeɴ-

[ouija.]

(shure )
Louis Tomlison & Harry Styles

Harry left the room to go to the restroom as he pasted the ladies room he heard crieing. He knocked on the door "You all right?" he asked.

-back at the room-

Louis passed by a girl, all alone (Mikey) "Welcome" he greeted with a smile on his face. "I'm Louis, and you are?" (Louis is a wip)

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Wow, Thats way to short for Harry... and Louis really isn't detailed...

[owl,]

i can take one if it too much^^

[ouija.]

i can take one if it too much^^

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Yeah owl, You may play Harry C: if thats fine with you

[DoqKing]

(shure )
Louis Tomlison & Harry Styles

Harry left the room to go to the restroom as he pasted the ladies room he heard crieing. He knocked on the door "You all right?" he asked.

-back at the room-

Louis passed by a girl, all alone (Mikey) "Welcome" he greeted with a smile on his face. "I'm Louis, and you are?". As much as he hated this place this was a true smile, as she seemed to be one of the more sane girls here. "if you would like after the greet I would be happy to show you aroun the place. Louis concluded

[khaleesi,]

E m m e t

W h e r e ? At the resort.
W i t h ? The other girls.
C r u s h ? Pfft, no.......
W e a r i n g ? This.

As she heard a different voice she sat up. "Yes." She said wiping tears as she still sniffled. SLowly she walked to the door and unlocked it cracking it barely. "Just that I miss home." The girl lied. Hoping Harry wouldn't catch her. When she opened the door all the way she kicked a prescription behind the counter. "Just fine." That time she had taken a couple of unneeded pills to calm herself. Hoping she wouldn't drop there from the pills. It was only three how bad could it be?

[breeze']

{{ Any girl that wants a girl 'talk' with Mickey }}

☯ ℳι¢кєу☯

ƒєєℓιηg; timid and shy.
ωнєяє; inside.
ωιтн; nobody.
ιη ℓσνє; nobody.

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Mickey looked up; her eyes wide. Ughhh. Why did one of them have to come up too her. By the look's of it he didn't know that she was mute and this could be a problem. Mickey narrowed her eyes a little bit anyway. Because she didn't speak she used her other senses allot more. She picked up on every move for example she had heard Louis mutter about what freaks the girls were earlier. Mickey wanted to shout and scream and tell him what an ass he was but she didn't. She kept her mouth shut like normal. She didn't speak; not ever. It had been 11 years and she still didn't say a word- she has never needed to and never wanted too... She gave him a tired look and shook her head in a more of a disappointing way more than a action to say no. She was disappointed. He was a young adult. All of them are all the same; vain. Just because they are a little weird and do things differently they are automatically labeled freaks. She closed her eyes and bit her lip again she really didn't want to talk to this boy he was just acting like an ass. Mickey was Irish. Like all Irish people she liked to curse and right now she wanted to swear to the high heavens. The last word she said was a swear so that is a little stupid... She did the next best thing and stuck a finger at the poor boy before turning away from him. Now he will leave me alone.

[DoqKing]

{{ Any girl that wants a girl 'talk' with Mickey }}

☯ ℳι¢кєу☯

ƒєєℓιηg; timid and shy.
ωнєяє; inside.
ωιтн; nobody.
ιη ℓσνє; nobody.

[khaleesi,]

E m m e t

W h e r e ? At the resort.
W i t h ? The other girls.
C r u s h ? Pfft, no.......
W e a r i n g ? This.

As she heard a different voice she sat up. "Yes." She said wiping tears as she still sniffled. SLowly she walked to the door and unlocked it cracking it barely. "Just that I miss home." The girl lied. Hoping Harry wouldn't catch her. When she opened the door all the way she kicked a prescription behind the counter. "Just fine." That time she had taken a couple of unneeded pills to calm herself. Hoping she wouldn't drop there from the pills. It was only three how bad could it be?

{Here is a post for Harry.}

[ouija.]

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Niall could Come comfort Vitani... Just a Suggestion C:

Vitani Dashy Shade ❤
❝I can't be no superman...❞

Outfit: Shirt, hoodie, shorts, shoes
Mood: ɴorмαl-
With: ɴoт ѕυre -
Tagged: ɴoт ѕυre -
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. I sat there, on the bed. My sleeves were stained with mascara, looking like a chess mat covered is soot. This was ridiculous ya' know. I've thought that many times but I just couldn't stress it enough. My fingers trailed along my arm, feeling the bumps and divots of each scar. A tear trailed down my face as I looked at them, Disgusted. Ugly. They were deep, and were easy to see. If only I had my Razor Blade... That was all that could pass through my mind that wasn't about this new place.



{ That was the Worst post >_< WB }

[breeze']

Niall;;

Niall gave a weak smile; suddenly he wasn't so hungry anymore... He suddenly felt really angry and sad at the same time- such a swirl and mix of emotions that it was making him feel sick- this was not supposed to happen. He closed his eyes to think things through and to battle the oncoming headache that he knew was going to arrive any minuet now... He tripped over towards the stairs his shoelaces were untied so he ended up falling over and have to grabbing the top step for support and to stop himself from face-planting one of the steps. He pulled himself up again and bolted up the stairs his blue hoodie flicking on to his head and he kept having to push it back of his head. He finally made it to the top of the stairs and he really felt like he had climbed a bloody mountain! He heard sniffling and automatically his brotherly instincts set in and he rushed into the room. He saw the girl, Vitani. She looked so sad! ''Love.'' he muttered as he walk towards her. He sat on the end of the bed and his baby blue eyes scanned over all of the scars on her arms. ''It's not healthy.'' he said sadly removing her hand from her arm and replacing it with his. His fingers traced each of the little bumps and marks- scars. ''Scars don't heal Love...'' he said sadly, he meant it. His hand moved away from her scars and he placed his hand on her cheek and the pad of his thumb wiped the mascara off her red cheeks. She looked a wreck; it was really tearing her up. ''Don't give up on your self sugar, if you don't try then there is no getting better...'' he spoke his accent thick and choked. He was only 18 but he knew things to say- his mum had been torn up when Greg died and he had to be a man and sort her out... He removed his hands from her face and pulled of his blue hoodie revealing a white polo shirt. ''Liam used to cut himself yah know?'' he said quietly. Him and Liam were close and he knew everything about him... ''He has stopped now and never went back even when Danny died. If he can do that then you can do this.'' he muttered in his accent. ''You just need to try Love...'' he smiled. He pulled of her hoodie noticing that the sleaves were all wet and black and replaced it with his. ''Here. I will get yours washed.'' he said with a friendly smile. He knocked up the blue hood onto her head so she looked like a thug.

Sorry! I am on my phone... Hope I have wrote enough...