harper, louisa veronica

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I THOUGHT ABOUT HOW IT WAS
I THOUGHT ABOUT YOU BECAUSE
I ALWAYS THINK ABOUT YOU.
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FULL NAME: Louisa Veronica Harper.
NICKNAMES: Lou, Lulu.
AGE: 21.
BIRTHDAY: 08-08-1992.
CURRENT CITY: Manhattan, New York.
HOMETOWN: Los Angeles, California.
EDUCATION: Marywood Palm Valley, Los Angeles (High School).
OCCUPATION: PA to Seven Harper.

FACEBOOK NAME: Louisa Von Harper
TWITTER HANDLE: luluharper
INSTAGRAM: LouisaVonH
TUMBLR URL: boobs.tumblr.com

HAIR COLOR: blonde.
EYE COLOR: blue.

FATHER: Felix Harper, former front man Lucky Strike.
MOTHER: Annie Aldridge, actress/model.
SIBLINGS: Seven Harper, fashion consultant.
EXTENDED: n/a
PETS: Jimmy, husky.

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"My name is Louisa Veronica Harper, and I was first abducted by aliens aged fourteen. It wasn't that scary, really, but I'm glad that it hasn't happened for a while. I always felt sick for the first few days after a visit, and I'm almost positive they put a tracker in my arm... or maybe that's just my implant, I forget."

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    Everyone's got that one person, right? The person they trust with everything. What I'm about to talk to you about is the very worst thing that's happened to me, and maybe I should be grateful because it could be worse. But it's bad. See, I trusted Luke. I'd been through a spate of bad break ups early on in our friendship, each one taking a little more away from me, stripping away until I wasn't sure what I had left. It felt like my heart was one of those Russian dolls, you know the ones that start off big and get smaller and smaller? Like it was being passed from boy to boy, each one taking a layer and discarding it, until you're left with that little one that's too small to fit much else in. That little bit found its way to Luke, and at the time I was pleased because I thought it'd be safe. You've probably guessed already that I was wrong.

Though to his credit he built me back up before he knocked me down. Luke prodded me into action, lifted my spirits with sweet little compliments and less sweet teasing. He talked shit about the boys who'd hurt me and swore that if they ever dared enter the bar he'd gladly beat them up, job be damned. When you're vulnerable and a hot older guy - the kind of guy you've dreamed about - says things like that, it makes you feel better. But my vulnerability had another advantage. It meant that I didn't feel romantically about him, despite all his virtues. I was just beyond that point back then. So we became friends, and even now I'd still say he was my best.

But best friends probably don't ruin their best friend's weddings, so maybe that wasn't mutual. Clearly a lot wasn't.

We were attached at the hip pretty much from the off. I might have stalked him at first, but I think he must have thought it was cute because he'd laugh it off, and he always seemed happy enough to have me around. It didn't take long for me to start pouring through his Facebook, prying into his personal life and getting him to open up to me with a few sneaky questions. He was weird about his exes, but I figured that was fair. He put up with my rambling and my dramatics and always listened to my conspiracy theories, even if he explicitly doubted them and made fun of me. He makes fun of me a lot, but no where near as much as I make fun of him. You should see his fucking mirror face! And the way he holds chopsticks. And the way he guesses girls' favorite cocktails (incorrectly) because he thinks they'll be impressed... and they usually are, despite the fact he's dumb as shit.

Not as dumb as me though. I knew him, and I still fell for it. But that's the key though, isn't it? What's that saying about the devil... that his greatest trick was convincing mankind he didn't exist, something like that. That's true of Luke. He's Satan! No but seriously, he is. I'd seen him play so many girls so many times that I never thought he'd pull that shit with me. I never thought he'd try anything with me, but if he did... if he sensed how I felt about him by that point, I wouldn't have thought that fuck me like that. He fucked me. Literally and figuratively. November 21st 2013. I had been bridal shopping all day, and had my heart set on this beautiful Lanvin strapless gown. It was perfect, even Seven approved! Not even because she picked it out. But it was honestly the most beautiful thing I'd ever seen.

So it's draped across my bed, me just standing there looking at it like a freak. I was a freak. 21 and about to marry some guy I'd known six months, but I was romantic! My family is very romantic in general, though let's ignore Seven's existence on this one. Anyway, I was excited, really, truly excited in a way I hadn't been up until that point. It was actually going to happen, I was going to wear that dress and Brett was going to choke up when he saw me in it. Enter Luke. Luke had decided to bring his friend Jack Daniels with him. Luke had also decided that that moment would be the perfect time to insist that I was making a mistake, to lean in and kiss me as if he'd wanted to forever. It was still the best kiss of my life.

Then we did the dirty on my dress. I guess I was never really supposed to wear white.

Of course I called the wedding off. It was the most humiliating thing I've ever done, practically hearing the giggling and eye rolls as I changed my Facebook status back to 'Single'. 'Louisa Von Harper is now single', ugh, I can still see it now! My dumbass friends liking it. My family have done a lot to ease the embarrassment, and I've not told a single living person the reason why I called it off... except for all my girlfriends. All of them. Like the dumbest girl in the world, I called them all up to say the wedding was off, but that it was okay because my Prince Charming had pulled through after all. He hadn't been able to stand the thought of losing me to another man for good and it had spurred him to action. We were already considering an engagement. I really did say all that, and probably more.

Only person I didn't tell all this to was Luke, and I probably should have done. Then I might have known to keep my mouth shut. Luke, my sweetheart, my savior, promptly informed me that he'd done that to prove a point. The point was not that he loved me. It wasn't even that I loved him. Just that I didn't love Brett. Not only that, he expected me to be really grateful to him for pointing this out to me, albeit with his dick. It should go without saying that I never want to see him again, I'm so embarrassed. No. I'm devastated. 

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LULU VERONICA HARPER 21 / Female / Heterosexual / Single New York, USA

Last Online: Now Ethnicity: White Height: 5'9" Body Type: More to love Smokes: No Drinks: Yes

Religion: Agnostic Job: PA Offspring: N/A Pets: Jimmy, husky Speaks: American English

my self summary:

GRAB SOMEBODY SEXY TELL 'EM HEY, GIVE ME EVERYTHING TONIGHT. this is a hold up, empty your pockets.

What I'm Doing with My Life:

I work hard hardly working for my sister. she'd fall apart without me.

I'm Really Good At:

I can burp the alphabet?

Favorite Books, Movies, Shows, Music & Food:

magazines, ones with katherine heigl, revenge, pitbull, thai.

The Six Things I Could Never Do Without:

1. I
2. fucking
3. hate
4. this
5. fucking
6. site.

I Spend a lot of Time Thinking About:

quantum physics.

On a Typical Friday Night I Am:

grabbing somebody sexy and telling them "hey, give me everything tonight."

The Most Private Thing I'm willing to Admit:

I just want to get married, the guy isn't so important.

I'm Looking For:

something to fill the void.

you should message me if:

you're gay. but a gay man, i'm bored of lesbians.

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ALIAS: lex.
AGE: 22.
PLAY-BY: k8.
MEMBER GROUP: NY.
INSPIRATION: nooooooooooooooo