headcanon of the day is of niall and harry at a party - any party - after an argument of some kind. something about the nature of their relationship, the uncertainty of the perimeters of it raised by one of them that makes the trip to the party in question strange - makes them both feel out out sync, like their heartbeats are out of tune.
other people happen, alcohol happens, and once they meet again it’s hard to speak. harry corners niall somewhere – finds support in walls and a sticky floor and braces the soles of his shoes for possible resistance. he won’t let niall get away without words of reassurance. can’t keep celebrating one thing or another unless he knows that niall knows. so he says, “I do love you. You know that, right? That I love you.” and niall doesn’t say it back. he probably rolls his eyes, placates with a hum of “yeah. yeah, haz, sure,” and presses lightly with wide palms over that defined chest, those familiar pecs that absorb the hitches of his breath so beautifully when they’re intimate with each other.
and harry is drunk, and harry is in love, and harry has a heart in that chest that tunes into niall better when they’re close like this, and he doesn’t protect it as well near niall as he does within the rest of the world, so he’s hopeful. runs on that hope and the alcohol and the love, and blindly believes that niall truly knows. that he’s fluent enough in harry that he gets the weight of his words, of his confession. so he presses a sloppy kiss to niall’s lips, and makes the prettiest noise when niall sighs out fond exasperation in the gap between them before drawing harry back in for another kiss. a proper one, with tongues covered in alcohol.
and then, when harry’s staggered back out among the people and is dancing with all those long limbs and that pretty face as though the world can’t possibly be better, someone comes up to an entranced niall and asks him how he is these days, if he’s seeing anyone. and niall can’t believe himself. can’t believe that he is in love with that fool over there. can’t believe that there was a time in his life when he wasn’t. and he says, “well.. there’s that,” with a nod over at the hurricane on the floor, and he’s never been happier.
I CREATED A MASTER PIECE OUT OF MY VALENTINE’S DAY CARD IDEA. owo welp….even tho I hate Valentine’s day it doesn’t mean I cannot have fun on that day right?
So I made the card and everything….and it’s sooooooo bad but it’s my
It’s got dorky puns all over it and it’s so sparkly and glowy. I’ll probs post it on Valentine’s day…maybe….if I get the courage to do so ^__^ if not then well maybe next year hehehe….gosh I’m such a shy little mun.
I’ll be betting a lot of people will be wanting to see it… huh? Damn….