Oh God, it’s Little Things. Okay. Just be cool. Don’t look at Harry…Fuck everyone is sitting down. Just squat. Yeah, like that…Shit this is uncomfortable.
Smooth. Much bet-oh God. Harry’s singing. Don’t look at-
Just don’t look at Ha-for fuck’s sake. Fucking Liam’s huge dome is in the way. Okay, just casually shift up a bit.
Nice. Nailed it. And now jus-holy shit he’s staring right at me. Jesus. Christ. He’s staring right. At me. Be fuckin cool, Harry! Maybe if I blink at him a couple times rapid fire he’ll get the message.
Okay he’s still staring at me. And I think he just winked. Maybe he thought I was trying to wink? May-oh fuck, I have to sing…Just don’t stare at him whil-did he just say HIS LITTLE THINGS?! You fucking little shi-
“I’ve just just let these little things slip out of my mouth,”
Oh my God he looks beauti-FUCK! I’m staring right at him. We are singing and staring. What a right pair of creepers. Look away. Look away now-oh God he’s so beautifullllook. Away. Now.
“-it’s you they add up to.”
Yeah, look over there at all the people. I think this went well. Just nod to the music, look at the boys…Is Zayn singing to me or Liam? Why does everyone lose their chill to this song?…Harry looks happy. And beauti-FUCK.
What he meant: I purposely invaded liam’s personal space, bumped our foreheads togheter, told him to come at me and kissed the idiot when he wouldn’t get the hint bc the thirst was too real. But he liked it so no biggy.