#girllallmighty

okay any chance you had of escaping 'the secret harry part' of you packed it's bagged and left on the last train to outta here when you followed me

I CAN STILL LIVE IN DENIAL

mohawkpayne replied to your post “late night harry thirst is the best. you're fucking welcome ;)”

DONT FALL FOR IT DEMI

ahhh you’re killing me!! lol

Fuck: lirry

Marry: ziam (we can fuck whenever we want if we’re all in a relationship)

Kill: narry (im basically gonna have a threesome with harry before i kill him)

FINISH THIS NOW (srsly though i hate it when tags get cut off))

Literally I get so ANGRY but then i remember it’s a good thing they cut off or else i’d never shut up lmao bUT i think i was nearly done 

like. 

clearly liam would be all  yeah, yes, most definitely in his mind but in reality, he’d be all calm and collected (as collected as he can before this ethereal young man??? Like??? Is he even real, is he some sort of fallen angel???) Liam can’t dwell on it too much though because Zayn is raising an eyebrow almost expectantly at him with the book now closed and in his lap and, right, he still hasn’t answered. “Um.” And he’d have to lick his dry lips and when the hell had that happened? “Yeah, sure.”  And Liam would take his seat next to Zayn and Zayn would point towards the camera because it’s quite fancy and “are you an aspiring photographer or you just doing it for fun?” and liam would shrug his shoulders because, well. It started off as something fun, (and it still is) but with time it progressed to something he truly enjoyed and loved because there’s so much a photograph can say. A picture is truly worth a thousand words and Liam loves that. Loves that all sorts of people can look at an image but essentially, everyone has their own viewpoints on it whether it be scenery or a person or anything, really. But not everyone wants to hear that, right? So he’d be simple and just, “Something like that.” But it surprises Liam how Zayn wants to know more? And he’s egging him to show him the photos, you know, “if that’s okay?” and. And yeah. That’s—that’s more than okay. “One condition, though.” “What’s that?” Zayn would ask. “What’s your name?” Zayn would smile and reach out his hand. “Zayn. And yours?” Liam would extent out his hand in return and their hands would catch and suddenly Liam’s upset they’re both wearing glasses because he kind of wants to touch Zayn’s skin because now he can’t stop thinking if whether he’s got soft, warm hands or calloused rough ones like his but it’ll make do for now. It will. “Liam. My names Liam.” “Well, Leeyum. Can I see your artwork, then?” Zayn would ask with the most earnest smile and his eyes are saying something. Something Liam hardly sees when he’s trying to show off his photographs. Genuine interest.  And. Yeah. Yes. He most definitely can.