A moment of silence for the fact that Harry Styles’s resting heart rate during a potentially damning bit on national radio is at most 60 and mine alone in my room at night reading a book is like 85.
Fiona: Harry hated it [the heart monitor game], so I’d love to do it again.
Nick: Yeah, I think he did hate it. Cause, you know he’s never that bothered but he was texting me being like ‘Is it alright? Was it embarrassing?’ And I feel like it bothered him. In a mild way, not in a serious way.
Fiona: I’m not surprised! He had to unbutton his shirt, sitting here with his chest open, looking at pictures of really awkward things and trying not to show how he really felt about it.
Nick: Shouldn’t have been famous then, sorryyyyyyy!
why not save time with all these “sports” by making them all play at the same time on the same pitch?
i call it the Fuckening and it’s the biggest event on the calendar
additional rules: at all times players must obey the rules of their respective sports, unless they hold hands with a player from another sport, in which case their sport rules switch over for as long as they hold hands
If I’m on my own… crank it. If there’s someone else, you’ll have to be like “oh..this is so embarassing….” and kick them out and then crank it.
Harry on when his songs come on the radio (via glossharry)
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