You know what my favourite thing is? If you don’t already, you’re about to find out! Harry Styles with nail polish on his fingers. Especially the red that shows up on his index fingers from time to time. Like he painted his whole hand but they told him he couldn’t go out with it on so he removed most of it but left two fingers as an open act of defiance. That’s my favourite thing in the whole world. So here’s a masterpost of times Harry Styles wore nail polish.
A frustrated huff left his lips as he crumpled the paper in his fist, tossing yet another draft into the bin.
Words always came so easily to him; he was surrounded with them in fact, his private chambers consisting of nothing but shelves upon shelves of books, confidential documents stacked neatly on his desk.
If he thought about it enough, he could remember all the times he’d stayed up reading, memorizing annotations and criticizing metaphors, his mind buzzing out of its shell and escaping into another world; places he could truly put himself to rest.
He could write scrolls of his infallible logic overnight, the sharpness of his words and the conviction in his voice weighing down on even the mightiest of lords.
So why was it that when she looked at him with those dreadfully bright eyes, he felt the ice in his veins crack, the millions of snarky remarks on the tip of his tongue melting into ink.
((I’m really nervous about posting this but everyone else is singing so yep. I tried to record this 10 different times and this is the only part that sounded okay. Keep in mind that I’ve never had any singing classes or lessons in my life since elementary school so I’m sorry it’s not that great.))
Friendly reminder that I’m still alive and drawing even if I haven’t been able to touch the computer for a bit lol. A couple OCs and a FNAF thing in this one wowee who even am I there’s not even a Grillby in here wut?