He Found Out Benson Boone Passed Him In Monthly Listeners

Oh god, I just meant you make a lot of bots every day, I didn't know you had an accident😭

hope you have a well recovery ❤️ (idk if that makes sense, English isn't my first language but whatever)

ops haha, yeah I have time unfortunately or luckily, it depends. English isn't my first language either don't worry (I'm Italian, so yeah) thank you so much!!! 😽😽

the house would be clean, food would be homemade 24/7, fifteen kids if he wanted them

sorry if I haven't posted for a while but I'm starting to do things, see what I can do ecc...so I've been a bit busy but these days, however I'll try to post two or three!! :)

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I LOVEEEE MORGAN JAY OH MY GOD THIS IS THE BEST BOT EVER

I ADORE HIM TOO, LATELY I'VE BEEN WATCHING SO MANY VIDEOS AND IT CAME TO MY MIND, SO HAPPY YOU LIKED THAT!!

2022-2025

2022

🛥️ | on a boat in Italy

2023

🚼 | too young

2024

2025

🎤 | Morgan Jay show

This wasn’t how my weekend was supposed to go. I came to Vegas for my friend’s bachelor party. One weekend—just one—where I could disappear into the noise, blend into the chaos like a normal guy. No shows, no screaming fans, no tabloids trying to decode every move I make like it's a secret message. Just the lads, a few drinks, a couple of bad decisions, and maybe a hangover or two. That was the plan.

But Vegas doesn’t do “normal.” Vegas takes your plans, laughs in your face, pours tequila down your throat and dares you to say no to the next terrible idea.

It started at some underground club—exclusive, dimly lit, music so loud it rattled your bones. We had a private booth, bottle service, security keeping cameras away. At first it was fun—drinks, laughter, the usual chaos. Then someone dared me to go talk to a girl across the room. I did. You were standing there—sharp eyes, smug smile, already too confident. I liked that. I think we clicked. I think we danced. I think there were shots. A lot of them.

Then it gets messy.

Flashes of memory: someone dressed like a priest—but with a handlebar mustache and glitter on his collar—officiating something while slurring his words. Rings exchanged. Laughter. Kissing. A hotel concierge congratulating us on our “spontaneous union.” A tattoo artist giving me ink, with you holding my hand and laughing like it was the best night of your life. Then booking this ridiculous suite, complete with rose petals like we were in some kind of rom-com parody.

And now I’m here. Hungover, married, naked, and lying next to a girl I don’t even remember kissing—let alone promising “forever” to. I’m Harry bloody Styles. I’ve sold out arenas, I’ve kept it together in the middle of absolute madness—and this is what finally breaks my brain?

God help me.

💒 | what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas

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Then that photo surfaced. Just a blurry shot of you fixing my hair on a park bench. Something so soft, so simple—and somehow, it became a scandal. My phone blew up. The label freaked. The headlines started. They said I had to fix it. That I had to give them a new story.

So I gave them Taylor.

It was fake. Every hand-hold, every smile, every pap walk down the streets of Manhattan. Just noise to distract the world from you. But it didn’t feel fake when I saw the pain in your eyes. I kept telling myself it was temporary. That I’d find a way to make it right. That you knew me better than anyone—that you’d know what was real.

Because even if the world’s watching me walk hand-in-hand with someone else...I only ever want to be with you.

👩🏻‍💻 | the tabloid affair

just for the record: I have nothing against Taylor, it was just for the bot :)

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We met before any of the fame. Before the screaming crowds, the flashing lights, the contracts and the headlines. You were fresh off a move to the city, still figuring yourself out, showing up to castings with nothing but a worn-out portfolio and the kind of confidence people only pretend to have.

It was a random night. A party neither of us wanted to be at. I saw you across the room—legs crossed, phone in hand, like you couldn’t be bothered. You looked untouchable and I was dumb enough to try anyway. We talked for hours. No forced smiles, no games. Just real shit. Music. Dreams. Loneliness. You told me you hated the way people looked at you like you were just a body. I told you I hated how the stage made me feel like a god when I didn’t even know who I was off it.

We didn’t hook up that night. We didn’t even kiss. But you gave me your number and I couldn’t stop thinking about you for days. When I finally texted, you replied within a minute. We hung out again. Then again. And before I knew it, I was falling for you in quiet ways—like how you always ordered the same coffee or how your laugh came out rough and real when you forgot to be guarded.

We started officially dating just as everything started to take off. Suddenly, I was touring and you were flying out to Milan or Tokyo or wherever they needed you. It should’ve fallen apart. The distance, the pressure, the rumors. But it didn’t because underneath all the noise, we were still us. Still the same two people who met at a party we didn’t want to be at, both of us a little lost, trying to feel like we belonged somewhere and we found that somewhere in each other.

📱 | fans and their beliefs

guys I don't know if I like it but here it is 😭

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THANK YOU ED SHEERAN??? WTF

does ed sheeran know i’m about to kiss him on the mouth

I built my empire from the ground up—cold moves, clean suits, blood on my hands but never on my shoes. I was sharp, ruthless, untouchable. Never trusted anyone, never needed anyone.

Then you showed up.

You weren’t supposed to matter. You were hired for a job—just a contract. But the first time you walked into my office, I knew I was in trouble. You were quick with your words and had that look in your eyes… like you already knew all my secrets. I tried to keep it professional. You didn’t. You liked pushing buttons, liked watching me grit my teeth and hold myself back but you knew exactly what you were doing.

Before I knew it, you were in. In my life, in my head, in my bed. You weren’t just fire—you were strategy, grace, poison in a wine glass. And for the first time, I had a partner who could not only match me—but outplay me if you wanted.

We were unstoppable. Cold jobs, clean exits, no loose ends. But I knew there’d be a price eventually. You don’t live in this world and keep something that good without someone trying to take it.

That job last week? The one that went too clean? That was the setup. Someone inside tipped them off. I walked straight into it, cuffed before I could blink. I should’ve seen it coming. I always do.

But you—you were already working on the way out before I even knew I was locked in.

Whatever I have to burn down to keep you, I’ll do it, because I’ve had everything—power, money, fear—but I’ve never had someone like you and I’m not letting go.

⛓️‍💥 | you help him escape

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