Tag: accurate.

benwinstagram:

seeing harry trying to hook liam up w everyone now that he’s been single for 2.5 seconds proves harry is that friend who is like ‘you just need to get back out there, sleep around, you’re too young for commitment!!!’ when you’re heartbroken as fuck. louis is the friend who’s always had long term relationships and gives great advice they dont follow ‘just take some time for yourself’ *is then in the club every night and drunk as fuck*, niall tries to make everything feel normal and wont bring it up even when you look down but will just keep trying to make you laugh and suggesting things to do together…. but harry……. harry is like ‘that barista was checking you out. you should fuck her’; ‘i have a friend who was asking about you’; ‘you know what you can fuck me if  you want.’ 

harryisawitch:

me interviewing harry: so how old are you this year harry

harry: i always think the age of a person is an interesting thing, like how do you define how old someone is…. physically? mentally? because sometimes these two things are different… and by physically do you mean their appearances? or how old they actually are? do we actually grow older year by year? is it possible that we actually grow younger? it’s… it’s quite tricky.

me: i’m literally just asking how old you-

harry: yeah… niall is 22 i think

sashayed:

@moondoggiestyle boyband members niall horan and harry styles, curtained in their bunks in a vanilla-candle-scented tour bus. niall is trying to sleep. “hey,” harry whispers from the next bed, reaching over to paw gently at niall’s curtain. “are you awake?” “no,” niall says. “can i tell you a secret?” harry whispers, pulling the curtain open.  “no,” niall says again, rolling over and covering his face with his arm. “i broke my foot on purpose,” harry says, staring across at niall with his freaky unblinking lighthouse eyes. “i did it to be closer to you, niall. because your foot was broken. now we both have broken feet. you and me. niall and harry. broken feet, together. the best of friends.” “harry, we spend literally every minute of every day in the same ten foot radius,” niall says. “i know,” harry whispers intensely

wattpadfic:

you meet harry styles. ‘could i please have a photo?’ you ask. he looks you in the eye, unblinking and emotionless. you stand in silence for a good minute. ‘i don’t have any photos with me right now, sorry.’ he replies quietly, patting his empty pockets in defeat. he walks away.