and harry looks so smug

i’m cr ying

Not Even Two out of Three

I got carried away as usual. It’s playing in the same sandbox as this, but it can be enjoyed on its own, I think. Smut. x.

It was the sangria that had possessed him to convince you that his eyes and his dimples were better than anyone else’s and that two out of three was more than good enough. It was the sangria that had possessed him to kiss, and bite, and pry his way in between your legs and to grind you both to orgasms that he still plays over in his head (he still hears you when he’s pulling on his dick and he can still imagine how tightly you must have clenched and what that would have felt like).

If it was sangria that got him that far, it was the mojitos that had compelled him to sidle up next to you and to put his hand on your thigh. He’s always handsy when he’s pissed – he always likes a good cuddle, whether it’s a lad or a girl – but the way his pinky is all but buried in the crease between your thigh and your pelvis is new. He leans on you a little more and he drags his nose along the edge of your jaw, and he enjoys the way you grip your glass just a little tighter.

You’re trying so very, very hard to ignore him. He doesn’t mean it; he’s just pissed.

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Niall: The sequel to Happy Birthday, I think it was.
Louis: WOW, that is a big number right there.

Okay, what is the story of The Song That’s Not Olivia??

(@genuinelybelieve based on her observation!)

Going Back To Hogwarts

Harry, Fred, George, Ron, Hermione

Summary: Harry keeps thinking of his parents during the train journey to Hogwarts, and then Fred and George join their compartment.

A/N: Did you really think I wouldn’t write a Harry Potter fic for the very date of the epilogue? Who do you think I am, huh? I hope you like this!

Words: 950

The Hogwarts Express was magical in its own way. It didn’t turn invisible or fly or talk to its passengers, but they all knew it wasn’t just a regular train that took them to and from school every year. Parents waving their kids goodbye could feel it as soon as they stepped foot onto the platform again after having been away from it for many years. They could feel the familiarity, the home of it all and knew they were putting their children on the safest transportation of them all.

James and Lily never got to see Harry off, but Harry could almost feel their ghosts whenever he sat down in a compartment for the long journey to his favorite place. The fact that he didn’t know just where his parents and their friends had sat made it better, because they could have been sitting in this very spot, and no one could take that notion away from him because there was no proof of the opposite. Harry had been so bewildered during his first few journeys to Hogwarts, because they were anything but quiet, but this year was different, which gave him time to reflect on things he didn’t always allow himself to think of. Outside, the world flew by. Inside, his classmates never once settled down and people kept passing their door constantly. Sometimes they even stopped to talk, but Harry wasn’t entirely present for any of it, and his friends noticed.

“Are you okay, Harry?” Hermione asked, her eyebrows furrowed with concern when he looked up at her.

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She Does

Originally posted by toasttostyles

There is a bit of smut towards the end, it isn’t anything too descriptive but still something I wanted to do for this. Click on the underlined words for visuals when mentioned. Please read the note at the end if you can xx

“Baby have you seen my shirt?” Harry questions whilst scampering around the room. “I swear I put it out last night, you remember right?”

You roll your eyes, “I’m not a hundred percent sure H, our clothes were sort of all over the floor last night.”

He smirks with a lip bite, watching you apply your mascara. You flush from remembering last night’s actions, hoping for a repeat soon.

“That’s also true.” He says, stepping towards you. You feel his breath ghost across the nape of your neck as his hands graze your hips. His chin rests on your head, admiring your appearance in the mirror.

Harry applies a kiss to the spot underneath your ear, inhaling your body wash from the shower earlier.

“Mm,” He basks in the scent, “you’re wearing my favourite today.”

“You’re tempting me.” He growls softly, lips pressing against jaw. Your breath hitches as chills run up and down your spine, giving Harry a smug look.

“So I’ve still got that affect on you?” He raises an eyebrow.

You say nothing as you lay your head back into his body, practically melting into his touch. You breathe for a moment, enjoying the sensation of your towelled skin around his bare upper body. Harry’s tattoos emanate beauty in the sunlight of his bedroom, making them seem three times more magical than they usually are.

Just as you turn around to kiss him back, your phone buzzes from the vanity. It’s Lottie, bringing you back into reality.

Her To You

Are you almost on your way?! Don’t know if you got the group text but she’s already left and you still have the things for tonight!!

You gulp while scrolling through the rest of the messages, all being from the rest of the ladies explaining how excited they are for the next twenty four hours.

Harry is behind you, seeing the texts as well. He frowns for a moment, furrowing his eyebrows. But he pretends he doesn’t see them, turning away to scratch his head.

“Still don’t know where my shirt is love.” You sigh a bit tiredly, finishing up the touches of your make up.

“H darling, pick a different shirt. I know you saw the texts you Nosy Nora, we have to go.”

“But that was the one Gem got me for Christmas! I have to show her I actually like it by wearing it!” He whines, sitting at the edge of the bed.

You slip on your dress from the bathroom, fumbling with the zipper. Harry comes behind you to help as he already knows from countless times before.

“Christmas was months ago, I’m sure she doesn’t even remember the shirt. Even if she did, she wouldn’t care right now. Have we got everything packed?” You hurriedly reply, pecking his lips once before getting out to get your heels on.

He sighs as he puts on another shirt, one you’ve never seen before but nonetheless trademark Harry.

“Did you buy that?” You stop in the midst of your rushing to examine the print. He smiles, “Online, yes. Glad it fit nicely. Remember the last time I ordered online?”

You laugh loudly, recalling the moment you walked into the bedroom to see him standing with a very disappointed look, the shirt came in a size that was just a bit too large.

“Dunno if I can wear this to Ed’s birthday party.” He mumbled as he felt the material.

“That put you out at least £1300, but I don’t even think it makes a difference to you mister £110 for a white t-shirt.”

He does not speak of anything in reply, simply chuckling to himself as well.

“Could you get my phone? I’ve got my hands a bit tied with the other bags.” You’re currently holding an overnight bag and a couple other old shopping bags full of gift goodies.

Harry hands it to you while his own phone buzzes. He reads it out loud, “Where the hell are you?! We’ve just arrived and you guys aren’t here yet, we need you guys!

Your eyes bulge out when he finishes the sentence. He clears his throat before looking at you.

“We should uh.. we should really get going.“ He tells and you nod, “You think so?”


“I can’t believe you guys are late to my wedding dinner rehearsal.” Gemma scolds the two of you as you walk in.

“Actually, Harry I can believe but Y/N..” She throws a glare at you. You giggle reluctantly, “Sorry ‘bout that. We had a bit of a wardrobe crisis.”

She rolls her eyes in fake annoyance, “You two didn’t shag before coming here did you?”

Harry opens his mouth, “Actually, before-” “NO. No we didn’t.” You cover up, nudging him in the process.

She eyes you both suspiciously before returning to her normal stature, “I’m just glad you’re both here so we can get started.”

Gemma’s fiancé, Michel stands to make a toast to everyone for being there, followed by Gemma with similar words. The night goes on happily with the positioning of people in the ceremony, ending with a delicious dinner in a setup table.

“I still can’t believe she made me one of her bridesmaids, I don’t feel like I’m worthy of that position.” You say to Harry, leaning against his shoulder. He wraps an arm around you as you two watch the bride and groom dance around.

“She tells me it’s cause I wouldn’t have anyone to walk down the aisle with,” He jokes. “I was talking to her about it, as much as I adore you I didn’t want to pressure her into making you a part of the wedding but she insisted to have you in it.”

You smile with gratitude, wanting to high five your fourteen-year-old self for achieving the practical blessing of Gemma.

“She’s told me it’s cause she thinks you’re good for me.” He leans over to kiss your temple. “And I think so as well.”

“Y/N! Dance with me,” A tipsy Lottie slurs.

Louis drops his jaw at the sight, “Who gave her more to drink?! I said one glass of champagne and maybe ‘alf a beer and she might be a bit of a lightweight but-”

You giggle as you stand on your feet, “I think our Irishmen is guilty.”

Harry watches you dance around with a small smile, taking a sip of his beer before Anne invites him out to the floor.

“Alright, I think we should get going, yeah? I think Krystal and the rest of the girls are already on their way to the hotel.” Gemma suggests as things get wrapped up.

“Don’t understand why you guys couldn’t get ready at your own houses.” Harry grumbles, not wanting you to leave him for a night.

“Really? You want four screaming bridesmaids and one bride to stay at the house the night before a wedding?”

He ponders for a moment then denies the thought. “Never mind. I’ll just take you tomorrow night.” He kisses the top of your head causing you smile.


“May I have the rings, please.” The priest beckons to the two ring bearers, Lux and the son of Gemma’s friend. Since Lux is older she holds the box, with the small boy simply holding her other hand.

Lux waves towards Gemma, who blows her a kiss back. The little girl then returns to her seat next to Harry as she requested from before.

“Do you, Gemma, take Michel to be your lawfully wedded husband, to have and to hold, to love and to cherish, in sickness and in health for as long as you both shall live?”

“I do.” She whispers but somehow the whole room can hear the emotion trickle from her voice. Complete joy fills her face.

“And do you, Michel, take Gemma to be your lawfully wedded wife, to to have and to hold, to love and to cherish, in sickness and in health for as long as you both shall live?”

“I do. I always do.” He replies, sliding the ring onto her finger.

You see Harry sniffle from the other side, wiping a tear away from the corner of his eye. The room is relatively quiet, with several sniffles and tissue blows. Love is definitely in the air for everyone.

“By power vested in me by the city of London, I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss your bride.”

Michel kisses Gemma with a dip, cheers erupting from the crowd widely. When they pull away Gemma laughs to herself, “I’m married!”

The wedding ceremony leaves you speechless and quite emotional as you cheer for them once they step out.

You’re arm and arm with Harry on the side while they walk off to wherever for a bit until they must appear again for the reception.

“I can’t believe she’s actually married.” Harry says lowly into your ear.

“Why’s that?”

“I mean.. she’s my sister. We used to race each other around the fields at home and divide the candy rationally and strategically during Easter and now she’s.. she’s starting a new life with someone else.” He answers stoically, biting part of his lip at the memories.

You hold an expression of comfort while taking his hand, rubbing the back of it.

“As long as she’s happy in her new life, there’s always new memories to be made.”

The ceremony space itself is beautiful — at the Trinity Buoy Canary Wharf. You gasped earlier today when walking in to see it, the beautiful candles and shades all around. The workers keep the heart shaped light in the back of the room as they begin setting up for the reception. The urban feel of the setting screams Gemma.


“Have I told you how gorgeous you look today?” Harry comments, placing a hand at the small of your back.

Your cheeks redden but your face is an expression of annoyance, “Only a thousand times, yes darling.”

Harry had been very adamant in complimenting you today, more than usual. Just from being reunited at the wedding space after no more than twelve hours of being apart, Harry pulled you aside to kiss you passionately and remind you of how splendid you are.

“Mm, well I can’t let you forget. My girlfriend needs to know how lovely she is.”

You wear a half smile as you angle your body towards him with a suspicious look.

“Have you screwed something up? You’re being very kind today, more than you normally are H.”

He shakes his head, lacing your fingers with his. “Just appreciating you, that’s all.”

Harry wouldn’t let himself say it, at least not right now. He’s waiting for the perfect moment to say the three words, words he realised he felt strongly about towards you in the midst of the wedding storm.

After the reception area is set up, guests file in to see the tables set up. You hear oo’s and ahh’s and mentally praise yourself for having helped decide on the decor. (2 and 3)

“I can’t wait to hear your sing today.” You tease Harry. He widens his eyes in fake surprise, “Right, right. I’m doing that today.”

“And you’ve only been rehearsing with Ed for nothing.”

He chuckles to himself , “Yeah, we haven’t been doing anything.”

“Lovebirds.” Liam begins as he takes his seat at the table. “Did you two try the bacon wrapped figs during the hors d'ouvres? They were smashing.”

You laugh, “We did, Li.”

“I think I’m gonna ask the caterer to do my birthday party. Or maybe my dinner for tomorrow night ‘cause that was delicious.” Niall joins in, taking the seat next to Liam.

“Did she seat all of us together?” You ask, glancing around at the other name cards.

“Well, no. Not exactly. Might’ve switched some name tags around.” sits Louis who is diagonal to you.

Your jaw drops before you turn to laugh, “She’s going to kill you after this you know. She spent weeks trying to get people together and apart.”

He shrugs, looking at Harry. “Hope your Aunt Sandra and some girl named Laura go along.”

Harry’s eyes bug out hearing the names, “Oh, no.“

"Well, guess now’s the time for them to fix their problems.” Louis speaks without a care in the world, simply refreshing his drink.

Gemma and Michel make their big entrance a few minutes later.

“She looks so stunning in that dress.” You marvelled amongst the round of applauses in the room. Harry nods with his hands clapping together.

“And so does Michel. He’s looking rather dashing in his suit.”

He turns so that his eyes are on you, “More dashing than I?”

You nod, “Just a bit, yes.”

Harry grimaces jokingly, “I’ll let that one slide since it’s his wedding day.”

You giggle, playing with a tendril of his hair. It’s a natural thing of yours to do, every time you two are in close proximity your hands either go to his hair or his arms. Sometimes his chest.

“You look stunning as well today.” He muses. The bridesmaid dress Gemma picked is an exception to some ghastly looking ones you’ve seen in films and other photos.

A small smile plays off your lips as you match his eyes.

“Keep smiling, darling. I’d do anything for that smile.” Harry whispers.

For that moment Harry forgets you two in a crowded room. In the times where your eyes are locked with Harry’s, your skin—any part of your skin touching and your breathing is slowed transports him into a world where it’s just you, him, and happiness all around.

“Oi,” A voice cuts in, this time it’s Ed Sheeran coming in between.

“Stop eye-fucking in public you dirty people.” He nags with a wink.

“Hey!” Harry stands to give him a hug.

“How’s my favourite ginger God?” You give him a squeeze.

“Fantastic but slightly hungover as always.”

Chatter continues for the rest of the evening as dinner rolls along. You find yourself in a trance of the food you’re eating. Beside you Harry is eating happily as well, but more than willing to try your food. You two had gotten different meals.

He reaches his fork over to take a cut up slice of your fish. You gape, “Better give me a cut of your steak as well.”

As the night fades away, you find Harry has become quite touchy with you. His body parts always find their way back to you. Sometimes, Harry’s hand would graze the skin of your thigh, fingertips teasing the edges leading into your inner parts. His gaze would be on yours more often than not, with his heart beating just a bit faster at the sight of your smile and sound of your laugh. If you leaned closer to him in any way, his chin would be on your shoulder before you could even open your mouth. But he’s very discreet about these things, with just enough care in his touch so that it would only be for the two of you.

You shift your body so that you’re in front of him, holding a questionable look on your face.

“Going somewhere?”

He does the smolder face, “Right into your heart, baby.”

You roll your eyes at his words, the cheesy fuck couldn’t be enough.

Dinner is soon finished with Gemma and her new husband performing their first dance. They fit together in the centre of dance floor, making you tingle at how wonderful they are.

“I hope that’ll be us someday.” Harry vows, gently saying so in your ear. “With your heart against my chest, lips pressed to my neck.”

You chortle to yourself, shutting your eyes at the imagine. Though you’ve only been together six months, every moment of your relationship together made all aspects of a future together seem possible.

Harry thinks that as well. He adores the way you nuzzle your nose in his neck, the way your fingers toy with his ring-clad hands, how you whisper sweet nothings to him when it’s only you two in the world. Sometimes that’s how it feels like, and he loves it that way.

The first dance finishes but another slow song comes on, with every other couple being invited to dance together.

“C'mon H,” You tug him along, “I want to do this with you.”

His hands travel to your waist as though it is natural for them to be there. You arms reach across to his neck, eyes locked with his.

“So, want to tell me why you’ve been quite handsy today?”

He bites his lip as his cheeks turn pink, “All this wedding stuff is putting me in a mood.”

You sway your hips gently as your bodies move in a small circle. Harry presses his lanky body up against yours, shutting his eyes before kissing your forehead.

“Hm, is it?” You mumble against the sensation of his lips on you.

“It is. Love is in the air darling.”

Harry removes himself from the close link of your bodies to spin you around, a grin plastered on his face as you do so.

“Ah I see, I guess a wedding is all it takes for you to turn into absolute mush.”

“I might even write a song about it.” He boops your nose.

“I want to write you a song,” He begins to sing softly, “one as beautiful as you are sweet.”

Your cheeks burn at the melody, wondering how you got to be so blessed with this man.

“You’re so handsome Harry.” You whisper, running the palm of your hand across his cheek. “I hope you know that.”

He smiles, “I don’t, which is why I need you here to remind me.”

You chortle again at his response, shaking your head slightly.

“Have I really been clingy today?”

“Maybe just a bit to some people, but I don’t mind it. We all get into that mood sometimes, so I think it’s better to accept the extra affection rather than shove it away.”

“I’m sorry if I say I need you,” Harry vocalises, “but I don’t care I’m not scared of love..”

You giggle, slapping his chest playfully. “Please don’t, that’s enough of quoting your own songs and Ed’s. This is where I’m cutting it off Angel.”

“Well, I’m sorry if I’m truly, madly, deeply in love with you.” He scoffs but your eyes widen at his words.

“Did you just say-”

“I love you.” He says simply, as if the three words are natural to his tongue when said to you.

You’ve thought of this moment your entire life, the moment when someone you loved would say 'I love you’ and you’d know they truly mean it.

“I love you Haz,” You affirm, tugging on the end of his curls.

Harry grins, knowing everything is possible with those three words coming out of your lips to him.

The rest of the reception goes faster than you can even comprehend. Ed and Harry’s performance was nonetheless spectacular, a song they had both been working on together just for this occasion. The rest of the boys were very supportive on the collab. Cake is cut, speeches are shared to let tears flow and more dances come about. It’s easy for you to say Gemma’s wedding has not only been the best night of her life so far, but yours as well.


There are no words exchanged between you and Harry as the door is shut behind you. You stand in his bedroom with both your shoes off, leaving you to look up into his eyes.

He delicately pushes a strand of hair past your ear, admiring the way you look in front of him. This one of his favourite versions of you, your make up faded and hair slightly disheveled, eyes eager for what’s in store between you and him in just a few short moments.

You bat your eyelashes and bite your lip softly. This is you after a long day practically spent with him, and he can’t find a better view. He doesn’t want to really.

Small steps are taken towards the bed, with your feet on top of his just as you two were dancing earlier before. It’s just your breathing and his making sounds in the room.

Your hands find their way to the collar of his dress shirt. It’s already unbuttoned a few down, revealing the brilliantly coloured ink on his collarbones. You brush your fingertips across the birds in a way that’s almost ethereal. The moment is yours with him.

Harry’s lips are soon on yours, kissing with a ferocious passion that gives tingles inside. There’s fire between your lips and heat radiating off your bodies, he can’t get enough of you.

“I love you,” He says urgently. Heavy breaths to the sky, his finger tips dance on your thighs, falling deeper into your life.

"You’re so beautiful.” He continues to share honeyed words. Tugging at the zipper of your dress, it’s off within seconds, leaving you in the lingerie you picked up days earlier.

You hurriedly rip off the rest of his clothing until it’s just his slacks and boxers left. You two break the kiss to grasp air, not realising you two have not stopped embracing to breathe.

“I can’t explain how perfect you are Harry.” You say in a quiet voice. You always become a bit shy around him in circumstances like this.

Harry lays you on the bed, tucking away a few hairs. Things have been intimate between you both before, but it’s different now in this moment. The illumination of his bedside lamp hits your smooth skin differently, the air shared between your lips and his is more friendlier to breathe. It’s being in love.

Your fingers fumble with the buckle of his belt but you undo it eventually and he pulls his legs out hastily. The bulge underneath sparks wetness to your core.

He places wet kisses from your neck and back to your lips while grinding his clothed crotch to yours slowly. He’s quite the tease sometimes, but you wouldn’t have it any other way.

You tug at the hem of his boxers, signally for Harry to pull them down. He complies, pecking your lips before doing so. A smile makes its way to his mouth as he takes in the sight before him.

Harry carefully unclips your bra, making sure to lay kisses from the valley of your breasts down to your core. He slips the underwear off and throws it off to the side.

“Fuck, you’re breathtaking.” You blush as he stands for a moment to roll a condom on.

After a few more kisses you feel him enter you, slow and amorous. His thrusts are gentle at first and you can feel every inch of him.

“I love you so much baby.” His voice is dripping with adoration.

“I love you Harry,” You gasp for air, feeling pleasure all around. He then picks up his speed, moans flying out of both of your mouths.

Your name amongst other profanities leave Harry’s body. You’re holding hands with him as he moves deeper inside you, every thrust bringing you closer to coming.

“Angel, open your eyes.” Harry grunts and you don’t even realise they’ve been shut from pleasure. Every time he rolls his hips, it touches your g-spot perfectly. You snap your hips up to meet him, causing more groans to exit his lips.

“I-I can’t h-hold it.” You choke out words at the brink of euphoria. His lips attach to your sweet spot, telling you to let it go.

You come with absolute pleasure reigning down, not being able to see Harry’s sweaty figure above you coming seconds after. His plump lips pressed to yours sets him off, chanting your name before coming down.

He sighs as he flops down next to you, breathing heavily. You cuddle into his side, kissing his chest softly.

“I love you.” He says finally, as if there is nothing more to be said.

And there isn’t, under the sweet-tempered light of the wedding, much like the fairy lights around his yard for your first date. He’s just a boy, standing in front of a girl, confessing his love for her, hoping that she feels the same way.

She does.

You like that little Notting Hill reference at the end, yeah? ;)

Thank you to florfermosa for requesting this! Apologies if it’s a bit too cheesy / doesn’t make complete sense in their relationship timing, but at the request it was to be fluffy and say the three words so this is me at an attempt to keep it as true to Harry but still quite daring at the same time. 

I will be starting school again so bear with me in managing timing! I do have a couple more imagines in mind to write so those should hopefully be out before May. Maya-bay. Fuck that sucked.

Thank you for reading, please message me if you’d like to talk, I actually want someone to edit my imagines if anyone’s got a good sense for writing and is willing. Feedback also is appreciated darlings.

Love to you all,

Iz xx



Like these little fuckers when asked if they want to be married and want kids they answer right away yes most definitely and become giggly and blushy like what




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the paris interview do i really need to explain this one like how obvious with flirting can you be uGH



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And how even to this day harry can bring out the crinkly eye louis smiles at any minute LIKE FUCK

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me stuck in the elevator with Larry Stylinson:
  • me: so you know what I don't understand?
  • larry: *is silent*
  • me: like if Larry wasn't real, why don't Louis and Harry just deny it?
  • larry: *still silent*
  • me: I mean do you know how easy it was for louis to deny zouis? and how easy it was for louis to deny that him and eleanor are engaged?
  • me: like, he was like "just to be clear, me and zayn are not dating we got separate girlfriends"
  • me: and the interview asked Louis if him and eleanor are engaged and he was like "NO! no" and Harry looked
  • so smug and ugh I hate them
  • me: and like why do they have matching tattoos if Larry wasn't real? like why is Louis's dagger tattoo is in the same place as Harry's rose tattoo????
  • me: like, obviously the rose and dagger go together why are they like this?
  • me: and not only the rose and dagger match but also other tattoos like COULD THEY BE ANYMORE STUBLE?????
  • me: why are they like this if Larry isn't real, like god fuck ugh
  • *elevator door opens*
  • me: k see you two. lArry is real
  • me: *walks out of elevator*
  • *elevator doors close, louis and Harry are alone and the elevator goes up*
  • louis: love fans that are like that
  • harry: me too lou me too

anonymous asked:

What are your favorite Narry moments from each WWA leg? I miss them so much even though it's been only a few days :O

ok ok

south america;

  1. tu eres loco, harry in chile because … this is so them? u know? i know u know
  2. harry on his knees for niall - argentina
  3. singing you & i to niall in brazil <3 <3 <3
  4. this fucking thing. i’ll never let this moment die. it was hot and i love how they’re looking at each other and smiling, especially niall. he looks so smug uGH
  5. also this because you know harry loves everything irish :)

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anonymous asked:

Just rewatched the Jimmy Kimmel video and i lost it again at the look on Louis face when Harry comes back wearing just his underwear....pure gold, PURE SEXUAL GOLD.

I could talk about the Jimmy Kimmel video for hours and hours and hours. And now for a photo progression of Louis’ turned-on-sexually-frustrated-on-live-television reaction because Harry Styles likes to be a tease

At first Louis was like awww my boyfriend is so cute! Look at him in his boxers and toothpaste all over his face. Just like home.

Then…it starts to sink in a little bit. Oh….oh boy. We’re still on air aren’t we…

Harry then takes it one step further and does THAT. He looks so smug I can’t get over this. As a result Louis looks like his brain completely shuts down and he’s about to lunge through the screen. Thus the word dickmatized was born.

I guarantee they made out, at the very least, in the bathrooms as soon as they went off the air.