#storuns

"Driving slow on Sunday morning, and I never want to leave."

A small smile appears on Harry’s face and he scoots closer to Niall, resting his head on his shoulder. Niall wraps his arm around him and moves his hand up to rub his shoulder, earning a couple of coos from Louis and Liam across the table. Harry laughs and throws French fries at both of them. He looks up at Niall and grins as he watches him throw his head back in laughter. For some reason, a warm feeling overwhelms his chest and he feels like hugging Niall tightly and kissing all over his face. But, of course, he has control and all he can do is imagine it in his head.

Or the one where Harry and Niall go to Mullingar for Christmas, and stuff happens.

When Harry thinks of Niall he thinks of how soft he is, how cuddly he is, and how smooth his skin must feel. He compares his skin to a baby’s, maybe with some bumps and small scars, but either way he was perfect to him. He imagines his fingers running through his dyed blonde hair and how fluffy it is. He imagines kissing him—and oh, it’s the worst because Harry feels a physical pain to his chest whenever he dreams of his lips against his own. Harry often thinks about getting on his knees in front of him with his mouth around Niall. He is positive that Niall tastes sweet, maybe like red velvet. Harry loves red velvet.

"so honey now, take me into your loving arms, kiss me under the light of a thousand stars, place your hand on my beating heart, i'm thinking out loud, that maybe, we found love right where we are."

"Driving slow on Sunday morning, and I never want to leave."

whats interesting is that those two members left the band bc the management overworked them….

look…. niall wrecking harry is the hottest thing to ever exist….

DUDE U WERE AT THE JKL THING ME TOO OMF