Draco while sober: Harry: I love you. Draco: Shit, Potter, can you stop being so gay for just five minutes?!
Draco while drunk: Harry: I love you. Draco: *sobbing into Harry’s shoulder* Harry, I don’t even deserve you.
Harry while sober: Harry: God, just looking at your arse makes me randy as fuck. Draco: Charming.
Harry while drunk: Harry: Sometimes it hurts to look right at you, that’s how beautiful you are, baby; you’re so pure, your hair is like silken, spun gold, your eyes sparkle like diamonds– Draco: I don’t know him, please help me.
Everyone wants to talk about Haylor and Hendall but the woman who is the REAL MVP is Harry’s first girlfriend. Like you go girl, she must sleep so good at night knowing she had Harry freaking Styles spending 70% of his wages and RUNNING to catch trains. AND on top of it all, even after all these years he’s still out here SNIFFING STRANGERS if he catches the scent of her perfume in the air. WHEN WILL I ACHIEVE SUCH AN HONOR IN MY LIFETIME.