Harry taking you to a Nick Jonas concert. Not knowing about your love for him. And now he's standing there a bit put out cause you're fangirling over another guy. "I mean he's really not that good looking"
Okay well now I’m fucking being ATTACKED I NEED THIS
Ok, I’m obviously not allowed to get real tattoos yet, but I’ve started writing this on my chest every morning in order to prove to auntie how committed I am to dying, now that she’s made it official that I can’t attend the Nick Jonas concert. He tours here like once a century, and I’m not allowed to go because technically the show is scheduled for past prayertime and bedtime. I told her I could double-up on afternoon prayers and naps that day, but it just keeps falling on deaf bitch ears