Notes

I have four prompts for you to choose from:(♥ means favorite)
1: Forced to date 1/5 or 1/4
2: Forced to stay at Harry's home.
3: Punk Harry- illegal fighter, I'm his opponent.♥
4: I go to 1/5 or 1/4's house after seeing my best friend and ex making out, then learning htey were seeig each other behind my back.♥
thanks love xx

1:~Tell me when reading aye?~

(longterm rp partner? I have a kik, but wont be able to reply until in the morning .-. and i dont do doubles, simply have had bad experiences, how ever, if you are a good roleplayer, I'll consider, but not right away.) I hate (1/5 or 1/4) I truly do. He's ignorant, and rude, and such a pervert. Unfortunately. I'm required to 'date him'. Our manager, thinks it would be in our best interests to become a couple.~ We walk out of the studio, his arm around my waist as paparazzi snap several pictures. "Babe, let me kiss your forehead." He whispers. "Hurry up." I growl through closed teeth. I feel his wet lips on my forehead, causing heat to rise in my cheeks as we enter his car.
(Hey there! Im Elana, I'm 17 years of age. I have light brown/dark blonde hair down right past my shoulder blades. My eyes are a bright hazel/ amber color, occasionally dark brown or green. I have freckles and I wear black framed 'nerd' glasses. Im only 5'4 and very curvy, often compared to a doll. Please continue as 1/5 or 1/4 from 1D or 5SOS -preferably Niall, Harry, Luke, Ashton, Or Calum.- He has feelings for me, and refuses to admit, but is very kind, protective around me. However, he is mainly perverted and cant seem to stop touching me. He can be dark, or not, I don't care. Use "these" not -these- or *these* Include thoughts and emotion not just action. Im wearing http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=112597371 thanks for reading love xx)

2;(Please say when you’re reading) “Mum, please don’t make me go!” I plead. “Cheyenne, you’re going, and that’s that!” my mom said as she pulled up in my mom’s friends drive way. Her and mom were going on away for a business trip. Im forced to stay with her son, and that was the problem. Cause Im kinda of afraid of him and sometimes annoyed. He has some anger issues and takes it out on me; sometimes he would flirt and try me. But whenever adults were around he gave the impression he was a complete angel. I get out and I see Harry and four boys who were playing football in the yard. “This should be great...” I mutter, slamming the car door. (Hi! Im Elana, I have long brown hair and hazel eyes. Im wearing http://www.polyvore.com/pihb/set?id=112076176 Please continue as Harry... thank you soo much xoxo)

3: CREDIT TO OWNER <3(Reading!)
The old run down warehouse roared as the night swooped over London. Money was thrown around placed under names. The air was heavy with humidity and smelled strongly of smoke and alcohol. A makeshift ring was set up in the middle of the room. A man in a blazer stepped out and put his arms up yelling out to the crowd pointing to one side as a girl in her late teens stepped out. Her body was short and curvy. She almost looked like a life size doll. Her body is littered with tattoos and piercings, scars visible everywhere, both inflicted by herself and opponents, her bright amber eyes seemingly innocent. The hair reaching just below her shoulder blades, a light brown color, shines under the dull light. The man moved his arm to the other side and the screams grew. It was what they had come to see. The boy was no older than 20, his body tall and lanky compared to his opponent. A mop of chocolate curls laid on his head slipping over his forehead, slightly covering his eyes. His eyes that were a dull green sitting as blank as a slate besides the anger that burned through him. Tattoos streamed up his arm and over his chest yet scar after scar were littered all over his skin. The underground fighting had grown over the years and a champion was brought out from the midst of no where. Styles was the only thing the city new as he moved from town to town taking down names that had been born with the underground fighting. His eyes scanned out as the bell rang sounding for just another fight to start. (Hi youll be playing Harry in this! He is a punk Harry and an illegal fighter. I'm going to be his opponent in this. Obviously he doesnt just beat me up and leave .-. He will be dark, but caring towards me. He's drawn tome in the ring and doesnt want to hurt me. Im Elana, I'm 17 years of age. I have light brown/dark blonde hair down right past my shoulder blades. My eyes are a bright hazel/ amber color, occasionally dark brown or green. I have freckles and in this I'll have snake bites dimple piercings, an eyebrow piercing, multiple ear piercings, a belly button piercing, and a tongue piercing. I have a tattoo going up my rib cage of my flesh turning into metal, exposing mechanical ribs, stay strong on my wrist, a dove on my left shoulder, feathers fading away into birds on the small of my back and a four leaf clover on my right ankle. I have self harm scars on my theighs, ankles, wrists, hands, hips, and under my boobs. And as stated before, many scars from fighting. Please do this in FIRST PERSON! I just write my prompts in 3rd. Im only 5'4 and very curvy, often compared to a doll. Reply in long responses. Use "these" not -these- or *these* Include thoughts and emotion not just action. Im wearing http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=112600452 Be on a more realistic side and have fun!!)((I have kik if you want to continue on there, but i cant reply until morning, and I'd really like to make this a longterm roleplay^^))

4(Tell me if you’re reading) I shouldn’t be standing at my best friend’s doorstep shitfaced drunk, but I sure as hell couldn’t go home. Not after what I saw at the party I came from. My roommate and so called friend, Emily, had been making out with my boy- ex boyfriend and apparently they were seeing each other behind my back. So I decided to get drunk instead of leaving and now I was here. I stumbled up to his door and knocked as I leaned against the door waiting for him to answer. (Please continue as ⅕ or 1/4. Elana Marie, I go by Lanie, Lana, Ella, Elle, or doll as thanks to my size. But You can call me whatever., 17, brown hair and bright amber eyes. 5'4" and extremely curvy, but not fat. outfit-http://www.polyvore.com/25/set?id=111886195)

5Life was too confusing. Niall and I had been dating for years but then I found out he was cheating on me. My best friend, also his band mate Harry comforted me and soon we found ourselves acting like a couple. So he asked me out, which was great. Recently I found out I was pregnant, but not with Harry’s baby. It was Niall’s I was about eleven weeks and I was scared to tell anyone. I was deep in thought, sitting on the couch as I bite my lip, thinking about how I tell you, do I even tell Niall? What if he wanted to get back together, what if he was a huge twat and didn’t give a fuck that I was pregnant with his child? Most importantly I was scared about what you would think. Would you stay with me? Would you hate me? My thoughts stop when I hear the door open and I look over, seeing you. (Hey! My name is Morgan! I have brown hair and hazel eyes. Im only about 5'4" outfit:http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=112601526 Please continue as Harry and Niall later on. Feel free to change the boys c: Thank you!!!)