that pic of Harry pouting is like at a college party when you carefully plan that your jeans have a rip in the exact matching opposite of your sophmore year crush but two seniors have plunked down between you and him and your crush doesn’t even know that you exist but he still looks like a dream.
Oh my god.
“UGH. I heard him talking about classic rock so I wore my Rolling Stones shirt and I was gonna talk to him about Fleetwood Mac and tell him his glasses look nice and now this fucking dude next to me is stoned out of his mind staring into space and this other asshole won’t stop talking to him about some math class they’ve got together and he looks so dreamy tonight and I can’t even say hi without making it whole big thing and WHAT DID I DO TO DESERVE ANY THIS? I HATE COLLEGE I JUST WANT TO SIT NEXT TO NIALL I JUST WANT NIALL TO NOTICE ME THIS IS A NIGHTMARE.”