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Dr Seuss: ‘Maybe Christmas,’ he thought, ‘doesn’t come from a store. Maybe Christmas … perhaps … means a little bit more!’

Illumination:

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Haunting Memories

My mind is a ghost-town.

Memories that should have been forgotten

Linger at the bar,

Spilling beer and trading laughs.

The sound echos throughout my head;

It keeps me up at night.

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Send me a color

red: how was your first kiss? what do you love about yourself? when’s the last time you warmed your hands in front of a fire? would you rather watch a sunrise or sunset? what’s the best thing about summer?

orange: what makes you feel warm inside? what’s your favorite halloween tradition? what’s the last thing you learned? when’s the last time you felt obsessed? what’s your favorite article of clothing?

yellow: if you could have any view from your bedroom window what would you choose? what’s your favorite thing to do on a sunny day? what do you consider lucky? what made you smile today? what makes you happy?

green: what’s your favorite thing to do outside? do you like camping? what would you spend $1,000 on? what’s your job, or what do you want to do as your job? what’s your favorite article of clothing?

blue: what do you do when you’re sad? what are some things you do when you can’t sleep? what was the best (non-romantic) night you’ve had? what kind of covers do you have on your bed? who is the last person you told a secret to?

purple: what’s your astrological sign? what’s the best piece of advice you ever received? when’s the last time you followed your instincts? what’s your favorite food? what’s your secret dream?

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when you find out the person you’ve been idealizing is actually a human being with positive and negative personality traits

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Number Blurbs

1. “Why did you lie to me?” 2. “Where did all of this come from?” 3. “What if they had broken the phone?” 4. “It will only make things worse” 5. “I’d never leave you” 6. “Stop pushing me away!” 7. “Surprise!” 8. “Why did I let you choose?” 9. “We could have made it” 10. “I thought you said you lost my shirt” 11. “That’s not fair” 12. “Aren’t you a bit late?” 13. “Hold on a second… Are you jealous?” 14. “Why are you such an ass?” 15. “It was an accident” 16. “You made a promise and you broke it” 17. “Stop talking, let’s make out” 18. “Why are you naked?” 19. “What’s in the box?” 20. “Get out!” 21. “Where did that come from?” 22. “I love you, you know that?” 23. “Give me that back!” 24. “Late night conversations lead to complications” 25. “What the fuck?”

Inbox us what number you would like us to do! We thought this would be fun to do because it’s up to you guys what we do so yes!

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This Angel came out and stood for maybe ten minutes and just looked at all of us. And he eventually took out his ear pieces and listened to us calling to him. Imagine your life, right? This kid sat in high school and didn’t know what would become of himself. Imagine having self esteem issues or family troubles, but then you get to stand on stage for thousands of people just waiting to here your voice and putting up their hands reaching out to you and calling your name… Man, it was just such a pure moment in time. Then he kept false starting, like saying “Everybody” and then backing up. What a cheeky thing. And that goddamned smirk… It was magical. Thank you, Michael Clifford, for making my night so magical.

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I Want To Go Back- Part 3

PART ONE  Part 2

WARNING: contains mentions of death of 5 Seconds of Summer members. 

First, Luke was awake and a broad body was curled around his delicately. He jumped slightly upon realizing this, causing the dark-skinned boy beside himself to stir. 

“Ah, Luke, why are you up so early? It’s 7 in the morning,we ony got in a few hours ago....”

It was Calum. The information slammed into Luke’s mind so suddenly, banging around in a head full of hangover that he didn’t remember making. Calum, Calum who had been dead in his arms, Calum who’s funeral he had attended mere days before, Calum’s whose blood had soaked his hands. 

Luke was yelling, was whooping with joy, yanking Calum into his arms and letting himself cry into the boy’s shirt. 

After he had settled enough, Calum was holding him at an arm’s length, eyes puzzled. “Okay....? You must’ve had a bad dream, huh, babe?” And then. Calum’s lips were pressed to his, his wide hands on his back. 

Luke’s memories of blood and death were suddenly becoming clouded, and things he hadn’t known before this moment began to flood in. Inches of thoughts, of feelings. Finishing his HSC and crawling into Calum’s bedroom window, kissing him on the cheek. Starting uni, walking across the campus of Macquarie Univeristy, hand in hand with Calum. Falling in love with Calum, Calum taking off his shirt on a dorm room bed. 

The same memory that he had remembered prior, the late night run to KFC. Calum’s hand laced with his over the divide. But, this time, Calum was pointing at some wide banner “Sushi Palace parking, DO NOT PARK AT KFC” and the two were deciding tonight was a sushi night instead. 

Luke kept trying to wipe away tears, and Calum kept trying to kiss him. How was this possible? Was it just a bad dream?

But then again, even if the last few weeks had had been a bad dream, how could he have gone to sleep friends with Calum and woken up.... Boyfriends? 

Luke continued to puzzle over it, sitting up in bed as Calum mosied to the shower, got dressed in front of him, and then headed to the kitchen and began breakfast. “I can’t believe you’ve got me up at 8 a.m. on  Saturday,” he called over his shoulder. “Bacon with your eggs?” 

“Yeah...” Luke was reaching for his laptop. “Yeah, sure, Cal.” 

Once his laptop had booted up, Luke found himself staring at a blank Google screen, confused that the colours of the logo were suddenly new. 

He heard the TV turning on in the next room while he wracked his brains trying to remember the details of the strange girl who had been in his apartment mere hours before. But, the encounter was a haze. Blurry spots covered memories of her breasts, the waiting room, the One Direction story on TV, her sitting in his house eating with him. The computer screen with the band that didn’t exist. 

“Five.... Seconds of... Summer....” He typed. 

No results found. 

Then, Calum was in theentrance to the bedroom, wide eyed. “Oh my gosh, Luke, you’ll never guess. That night we didn’t go to KFC? There was a fucking shooting. A shooting. Here, in Australia.” 

“What?” Luke felt the fear of that night creeping into his mind. 

“Yeah, come look.” 

Luke hurriedly got out of bed, racing after Calum to the living room, loooking at the news story on the the widescreen. 

ASHTON IRWIN DEAD. Below the words was a photo of the manager from KFC, the drummer from the fake picture, the face that he vaguely remembered from somewhere in his high school years. The news anchor was talking, but Luke’s ears were ringing. 

Someone else, dead. Shot in Calum’s place. 

Luke needed to find Luna. 

xxXXxx

“Luna?” 

The girl behind the counter looked drained and pale, but she pressed on a customer service smile. “Lunette, but what can I get for you?” Then, her face brightened. “Luke! Oh, Luke, I haven’t seen you in ages, how have you been?” 

Luke blinked. “What?”

“Yeah, what, since graduation? How have you been?” 

He didn’t understand, but as he stared at her, more glimpses began painting his memory. Meeting her, year 10. Her handing him a guitar, showing him youtube. Him trying to kiss her, her pulling away. Too many times, pulling away. Red in the face, demanding to know why she wouldn’t be with him. It’s not the right time, Luke. You have to do this. Telling her to get out. Not speaking to her again. 

“Luna...” Luke began, rubbing at his temple where it ached. He had gotten past his mystery hangover, had told Calum he needed to go out. Had tracked her down. “Luna, I saw you yesterday.” 

Luna grew even paler, and she looked behind herself. The Starbucks was fairly empty. She tugged off her apron and hopped over the counter, taking his hand and pulling him out of the shop. down the streets, until she found a secluded alleyway. 

“Yesterday?” She repeated, staring at him. 

“Yeah. You came to my house and mumbojumboed about time travel and some band and bringing Calum back to life. And, this morning, Calum’s in my bed, calling me babe and kissing me, totally alive, but now that kid Ashton is dead and I have all these memories of things that didn’t happen.” Luke stared at her harshly. “Luna, what did you do?”

She sighed heavily. “Well, like I said, it’s Lunette, I had to change it... I tried to do what I said, tried to start that band. But, you didn’t want to do it. You wouldn’t get the boys together. So, I was stuck. I tried, I did. I even tried to get Ashton to.... But, maybe that’s why it....” She chewed on her bottom lip. “I’m gonna fix it again, okay? The algorithm, it didn’t look like this when I made it 5 years ago.” She shook her head. “You’re not supposed to remember this, though, Luke. You’re not supposed to know that Calum died, that I talked to you.” 

“You’re not making any sense.” 

“Good. Look, go home, Luke. Go to sleep. Tomorrow, I’ll have fixed this. No one is going to die this time.” 

“What? How?”

“I’ll do it again. I’ll go back, five more years, and live it all over. I won’t leave your side. Or Ashton’s. Or Calum’s, or Michael’s.” 

“Michael.” Luke repeated, and his mind was assailed again. “Michael’s dead, too?” Suicide. He remembered sitting at the memorial service at Norwest Christian College. “You let Michael die and just kept going?” 

“I couldn’t go back until I passed the point where I had done it!” She snapped. “The algorithm didn’t even show him, Luke! My hands were tied!” Tears began to stream down her face. “I’m going to fix it.”

Luke felt compelled to pull her into his chest. “Can’t you get a friend to help you? You said they know you, the other people who can do this?”

“If they knew I was doing it, they wouldn’t let me. That’s why I had to wait a few days. So they wouldn’t see my timeline headed towards it.” She shook her head, pulling away and wiping her eyes. “You weren’t supposed to know any of this.” She pushed past him. “Go home. Sleep. It’ll be better tomorrow. Don’t follow me, they’ll see the line. But, find me tomorrow. Five years from now, find me tomorrow.” And she was gone. 

xxXXxx

Second, Luke was waking up alone, in his old bedroom in his mother’s house. Again, his memories were fuzzy, but once he stumbled out of bed, he saw a framed photo of Calum on his bedside table. His mind whirred. 

Calum. Freak accident. Dead at 15. Crushed by a truck in a carpark. Luke hadn’t been there, but it had happened. He had spoken at the funeral, 15 years old, voice cracking. Friends with Michael, after. Inseparable. Aways hurting, though. Always without Calum. Therapy. Grief counseling. Nothing sticking. Years since Calum’s death and still unable to get the image of his best friend, mangled inside a closed casket, out of his mind. 

Luke found his way to the bathroom mirror, staring at himself, shaking. Friends with Michael. Had seen Michael yesterday. Michael had mentioned Ashton. Luke was friends with Ashton. Ashton had a new girlfriend. 

Ashton had a new girlfriend called Laura Rider. 

Rider

Five years from now, find me tomorrow.

Luke was finding his cellphone, dialing Ashton, who picked up groggily. He demanded to speak to Luna, to Lauren, to whatever her name was. “Put Rider on.” 

Ashton, confused, complied, merely giving Luke her number. “She didn’t stay over last night, she’s got work.” Ashton chuckled slightly. “It’s funny, she mentioned last night, she said ‘Hey, if any of your mates want to see me at the record store, send them my way’. Funny, huh?” 

Luke was dressed and out the door, his mother calling after him as he put the first car he found in the driveway onto the road. He found the store, barged in, breathing heavily.

She was there, perched behind a counter, speaking with some other customer. Once she saw him, she quickly concluded the sale, rushing the customer out the door and closing the door. 

“Luna.”

“Laura.” 

“Rider,” Luke ammended. 

“Luke, I know, I-”

“A truck? A fucking truck? You let my friend get killed at 15, crushed by a fucking 18 wheeler?”

“I didn’t-”

“Fix it!” Luke demanded, grabbing her by her shoulders. 

“I’m going to!” She shouted back at him. 

“Do it now!”

“I will!” 

“Tell me your plan, then.” Luke let go of her, beginning to pace. “Tell me how you’re going to stop all of us from dying.” 

“The band.” 

“You said I wouldn’t start it. How are you going to get me to start it?”

“I just will, Luke.” 

Luke was shaking his head. “No. No, not good enough. I’m coming with you.”

“What?”

“I want to go back,” Luke stated bluntly. “Take me with you.” 

The two stared at each other for a long few moments. 

“Can you?” 

“Can I what?” 

“Can you take me?” 

She nodded slowly. “They told me not to, though. Because it’ll erase you from now. Bringing someone with a set timestream ends all jumping. If you come back with me, neither of us can fix it if something goes wrong.”

“Calum’s dead, Rider.”

“I know. And I don’t want you to hurt like this. But, this is a big deal. Me and you, if we go, we’re stuck in one timestream. If it’s the 5SOS once, that’s great. But if not....”

“I want to go back.” Luke repeated. 

She nodded and began for the door, locking it before turning back to Luke, hand held out. “Okay. Let’s go back.” 

#luke hemmings #calum hood #ashton irwin #michael clifford #5 seconds of summer

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Is this a joke? All he did was 'lie to Anna'?? Bitch, Anna was freezing to death and he left her to die, but not before telling her that he was hoping to marry her and murder Elsa. He picked up a sword TO MURDER ELSA AFTER TELLING EVERYONE ANNA HAD DIED SO THAT HE COULD BE IN CHARGE.

“Honestly, I don’t understand how Frozen Fans claim Hans to be scary or in any way ‘disturbing’. Have you forgotten Frollo, who literally burned people’s homes and almost all of Paris just so he could either burn Esmeralda her have her as his own or Scar, who killed his brother for a crown. All Hans did was lie to Anna and grab a sword, that’s literally it.”

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I'm the worst, I know. I haven't updated in ages. BUT I have a bunch of stuff in store for all you lovelies. Things to look forward to within the next few days: 1. An update of the time travelling Luke and Calum fanfic 2. A time travelling story centered around Harry Styles and early little fetus One Direction 3. A fanfiction repost about a girl who's best friends with the Weasley twins. 4. A premiere fanfiction about Voldemort's daughter. 5. A story similar to Inside Out about a girl working in Michael Clifford's brain. Get excited. Get your blankets ready. Love you lots.

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That was FANTASTIC! Thank you so so much

I'm so sorry it took so long to do!!! Glad u enjoyed it!

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“I think I could fall madly in love with you,” Harry was whispering, leaning into me again, backstage in a deserted dressing room. 

I nodded slightly, letting my eyes fixate on a spot on the wall behind him, not wanting to make eye contact. 

“Come on, love, look at me.” He took my chin gently. “Please stop pretending this isn’t happening.” 

“I’ve got to be on stage,” I began, moving for the door. 

His fingers pressed a bit into the supple skin of my elbows. “You’ve got twenty minutes before your call to stage. Come on. Talk to me.” 

I sighed, pulling away from him and crossing my arms. “What’s there to talk about?” 

“What’s there to talk about?” He repeated, incredulous. He gripped at his hair, lacing his fingers through his brown locks and tugging slightly as he gathered them at the back of his head. He looked down, mouthing the words again. “Y/N, this isn’t very kind of you,” he finally stated with authority. 

“I don’t know what to tell you.”

“Tell me why we keep going out,” Harry demanded. “Tell me why we’re flirting all the time, why you spent three nights in my hotel room since tour began, why you’re in my dressing room every spare chance you get, why you keep letting me get so damn close to you before you pull away.” 

I didn’t respond, and he was on me in a moment, his hands tight on my shoulders, shaking me slightly. “Why can’t we be together, if all of that is true?” 

I looked away from him again, trying not to feel his warm breath mingling in the air before my skin. “You know why.” 

“You broke up with Luke Hemmings over a year ago. Yeah, you saw him, what? Four months ago? And he was a little mad that you’re opening for one of his friends, and maybe he said something to you. Maybe he made you think you weren’t allowed to be with anyone but him. This is real, though, Y/N. We’re real.” 

“Harry....” I began. “I didn’t just see him, I-”

“I don’t care.” He held up a hand. “I don’t care what you did. You and I both know you and he are over.”

“Yeah, and the reason we’re over is because I didn’t want everything to be about fans and fame and publicity!”

Harry pressed his lips tightly together. He hadn’t realized this, clearly. He took a few moments to mull it over. But then there was a knocking at the door and I was meant to be going to get mic’ed for the show. 

Opening for One Direction felt like shooting up every night. The adrenaline was always high, even though I knew that some lone singer with a guitar and a soulful voice wasn’t the reason the seats were filled. But still, I got drunk on it, on the crowd, on the hype. Nothing felt better than closing, mentioning that the boys were back stage, that Harry was backstage, waiting to come out. I’d leave stage dizzy, passing by Niall and Liam and Louis. Harry would sometimes have his head bowed, his mouth on his cross necklace, praying about the show.

As I left the stage and people were swarming me, removing mics and chords, taking my guitar and switching out amps, he was at it again, head bowed, eyes closed. But, once I was free to go to my own dressing room, he was looking up at me, his eyes following me as I walked towards him to exit. 

He grabbed my arm, pulling me close enough to murmur into my ear. “It doesn’t have to be like that with me. I’ll protect you. Please. Just give me a chance.”

I started to shake my head and he tugged me into an embrace. “We’re going on hiatus. Nobody officially announced it yet, so don’t say anything. But, we’re taking a break. If we do anything, me and you.... Nobody will even have to know.” 

I twisted away from him. “Don’t do that for me.”

He chuckled. “I’m not. It’s for Louis, for all of us.” 

Again, it was time for mic’ing and getting to places for the performance. Harry was whisked away, leaving me alone in my quiet dressing room for the next few hours. 

I always hated the leaving. I got to leave, practically unphazed. Harry and the boys needed to be taken in separate, nondescript cars. It was always late in the night when they got safely back to the hotel, hours after I had. 

The waiting was killing me this time, and I found myself lying in my bed, wishing I could talk to Harry again. Finally, I heard security coming through, walkies beeping and the gentle sound of Niall laughing at some joke or other. 

I stood and waited by my own door, listening for the corridor to be quiet again. Once it was, I left, making a beeline for Harry’s room. 

He looked up, his shirt already discarded, black ink shining in the light from the bathroom. He took a breath. “Can’t sleep?”

“Haz, kiss the hell out of me. Please."

Harry chuckled, low and dark, stepping towards me. He got so close, letting his hands trace the curve of my body. His lips were inches from mine, his breath hot, when he said, “No.” He shook his head and backed away. “I’m not doing this again. Not going to please you, and have you leave me in the morning.” 

I swallowed harshly. “I’m not going to leave.” 

His eyes searched me for a beat. “Promise?” 

I nodded, holding my hand out and taking his, squeezing. “I promise.”    

#one direction imagine #harry styles

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I was drunk tweeting 5SOS again. But good news, it's snowing and I've decided to lay in bed and write fanfiction. So requests are coming up finally and a bunch of stuff. Love yaaaaa

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Did You Get It?

I once saw a movie where a tiny little person was stuck in a milk bottle, and the bottle filled up and the small person was drowning.

I’m sure it was a kid-movie, and the person didn’t really die -But- sometimes I feel like I’m drowning in a bottle with a neck too short to climb back out, a little like how I feel when I look into your eyes, when I see you beside her, when you tell me you’ve missed me, when you ignore my calls.

I am a strong fucking swimmer, I’ve always known that, but sometimes I find myself holding my breath to see if the rip tide will pull me under. It makes me think of you kissing up my frame, feels like taking you into my room and touching you until you come undone. The sound of water rushing through my ears sounds an awful lot like you pulling my hair and screaming my name.

Drowning, afterall, isn’t so bad, I’ve heard. At first, it’s all lungs burning and heart racing but then your brain stops, realizes the inevitable, and gives you the inner peace you’d been searching for in cheap vodka bottles and late night Skype calls. You told me dying is nothing to be afraid of. I wonder if it scares you to think of the games I play?

I find the surface and my nose is burning and I’m choking. Shaking my head, smiling wide and laughing

Because drowning feels a little bit like loving you.

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distract me pls

1: Is there a boy/girl in your life?

2: Think of the last person who hurt you; do you forgive them?

3: What do you think of when you hear the word “meow?”

4: What’s something you really want right now?

5: Are you afraid of falling in love?

6: Do you like the beach?

7: Have you ever slept on a couch with someone else?

8: What’s the background on your cell?

9: Name the last four beds you were sat on?

10: Do you like your phone?

11: Honestly, are things going the way you planned?

12: Who was the last person whose phone number you added to your contacts?

13: Would you rather have a poodle or a Rottweiler?

14: Which hurts the most, physical or emotional pain?

15: Would you rather visit a zoo or an art museum?

16: Are you tired?

17: How long have you known your 1st phone contact?

18: Are they a relative?

19: Would you ever consider getting back together with any of your exes?

20: When did you last talk to the last person you shared a kiss with?

21: If you knew you had the right person, would you marry them today?

22: Would you kiss the last person you kissed again?

23: How many bracelets do you have on your wrists right now?

24: Is there a certain quote you live by?

25: What’s on your mind?

26: Do you have any tattoos?

27: What is your favorite color?

28: Next time you will kiss someone on the lips?

29: Who are you texting?

30: Think to the last person you kissed, have you ever kissed them on a couch?

31: Have you ever had the feeling something bad was going to happen and you were right?

32: Do you have a friend of the opposite sex you can talk to?

33: Do you think anyone has feelings for you?

34: Has anyone ever told you you have pretty eyes?

35: Say the last person you kissed was kissing someone right in front of you?

36: Were you single on Valentines Day?

37: Are you friends with the last person you kissed?

38: What do your friends call you?

39: Has anyone upset you in the last week?

40: Have you ever cried over a text?

41: Where’s your last bruise located?

42: What is it from?

43: Last time you wanted to be away from somewhere really bad?

44: Who was the last person you were on the phone with?

45: Do you have a favourite pair of shoes?

46: Do you wear hats if your having a bad hair day?

47: Would you ever go bald if it was the style?

48: Do you make supper for your family?

49: Does your bedroom have a door?

50: Top 3 web-pages?

51: Do you know anyone who hates shopping?

52: Does anything on your body hurt?

53: Are goodbyes hard for you?

54: What was the last beverage you spilled on yourself?

55: How is your hair?

56: What do you usually do first in the morning?

57: Do you think two people can last forever?

58: Think back to January 2007, were you single?

59: Green or purple grapes?

60: When’s the next time you will give someone a BIG hug?

61: Do you wish you were somewhere else right now?

62: When will be the next time you text someone?

63: Where will you be 5 hours from now?

64: What were you doing at 8 this morning.

65: This time last year, can you remember who you liked?

66: Is there one person in your life that can always make you smile?

67: Did you kiss or hug anyone today?

68: What was your last thought before you went to bed last night?

69: Have you ever tried your hardest and then gotten disappointed in the end?

70: How many windows are open on your computer?

71: How many fingers do you have?

72: What is your ringtone?

73: How old will you be in 5 months?

74: Where is your Mum right now?

75: Why aren’t you with the person you were first in love with or almost in love?

76: Have you held hands with somebody in the past three days?

77: Are you friends with the people you were friends with two years ago?

78: Do you remember who you had a crush on in year 7?

79: Is there anyone you know with the name Mike?

80: Have you ever fallen asleep in someones arms?

81: How many people have you liked in the past three months?

82: Has anyone seen you in your underwear in the last 3 days?

83: Will you talk to the person you like tonight?

84: You’re drunk and yelling at hot guys/girls out of your car window, you’re with?

85: If your BF/GF was into drugs would you care?

86: What was the most eventful thing that happened last time you went to see a movie?

87: Who was your last received call from?

88: If someone gave you $1,000 to burn a butterfly over a candle, would you?

89: What is something you wish you had more of?

90: Have you ever trusted someone too much?

91: Do you sleep with your window open?

92: Do you get along with girls?

93: Are you keeping a secret from someone who needs to know the truth?

94: Does sex mean love?

95: You’re locked in a room with the last person you kissed, is that a problem?

96: Have you ever kissed anyone with a lip ring?

97: Did you sleep alone this week?

98: Everybody has somebody that makes them happy, do you?

99: Do you believe in love at first sight?

100: Who was the last person that you pinky promise?

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If possible, Harry Styles. Lmao tend to forget there is more than one Harry in pop culture. My bad, love.

It's find! Assumed it was Haz. Just wanted to be sure cuz I have Harry Potter stuff as well