#arias14

like niall was sick but he just looked lovesick as he hung all over harry and pressed his hands to harry’s chest and tilted into his side. and harry smiled that genuine, dimple pulling smile and touched niall’s arms gently, his waist, giggling as he grabs niall’s bum. they rode the line of kisspering sooo close to kissing the thing turned dashed and sprinkled. the two of them leaning in sync, hips together swaying, touching from thigh to shoulder as niall laughed and curled into harry’s shoulder, lips brushing his blazer. harry grinning, grinning, grinning and tucking niall easily, softly into his space, them making space for each other, making a space with each other, “we fit,” “we fit,” “we fit.”