// "Y'know, you're just like your name." "What do you mean?" "You crept into my life and now I'm covered in you, wrapped up in Ivy in every aspect of my life, m'surrounded by you." // In which sometimes work is more than capitalist labour and sometimes you just have to wait a few years for your soulmate.

"You have an edge on him." "Which is what?" "Her." Renny needed a job to makeup up for the loss of hers. Somehow a bartender job ended up as a waitress for an undercover, illegal casino. Harry Styles hated the attention she took away from the gamblers doing what they were supposed to do in his casino, gamble. But he hated the way they looked at her even more. She wasn't his, but she sure as hell would never be theirs.

- My hand immediately pulled back and slapped him hard across the face, knowing it stung from how my had stung. "Fuck you, Niall!" I snapped before I turned away from him and stormed back down the steps and towards the door. "Don't come fucking running back the second your little boyfriend bores you again! I'm Niall fucking Horan! Be glad I even looked at a little whore like yourself!" He yelled while following me down the steps, making me instantly turn around to walk quickly back up to him and grab him by the collar of his shirt, slamming him against the wall. - No one can break your delusions for you. You have to do it yourself. - Oculus - THIS STORY CONTAINS NSFW SCENES, EXPLICIT LANGUAGE, VIOLENCE AND DRUG USE/SELLING