I just realized something rather profound. None of us–none of us–can truly describe the majesty that is Harry Styles. That’s why, when writing about him, we resort to things like “stunning”, “gorgeous”, “beautiful”…full lips, long limbs, vivid green eyes. Like? There’s no words to really, truly describe him. Sometimes I just want to write–fuck it…you know–he looks like HARRY.
P.S. you can substitute “Louis” for “Harry” in the above passage.
I demand a physical reset on the last 5 years if Pitch Perfect 3 doesn’t end with or include Beca having her Gay Awakening™, chasing down Chloe, catching her breath, meeting Beale’s eyes, and quietly yet powerfully declaring “…I love you awesome nerd.”