isnt this the gif that makes everyone think harry wears thongs
yeah…it’s not just that gif
Niall at Lou & Sam Teasdales Easter Bunny party (17.04.14)
HOW THE FUCK THIS KID DO THIS
ON THE SAME DAY
Niall’s always been really affectionate and that only amplifies when he’s around you. He likes guiding you onto his lap when you’re both sat on the sofa with Cake Boss on the television and he likes humming into your skin every night ‘cause somehow Niall always ends up with his body curled up, knees halfway to his chest and arms loose around your torso and his head nestled on your shoulder. Oh, and sharing clothes. Niall always likes shucking his sweater over your head or stuffing a couple of his own shirts into that corner of your closet that Niall knows you only go to when you’re feeling really crummy and down on yourself. (There’s nothing Niall appreciates more than seeing you adorned in one of his shirts, fabric loose or taut against your waist and wrists dramatically flailing about to showcase how long his sleeves are - “Seriously, it’s like an octopus. And you’re so tiny! How does this even make any sense?”) And sometimes it’s almost overbearing, the way he wraps himself around you rather than sitting in the chair across the table because it’s been too long since you’ve been able to have a proper date night and how he cuddles up to your side when you’re meant to be doing homework but he’s just too twitchy in order to stay still and leave you be. (“Niall, I really need to study for this test tomorrow.” “I know. I just. Can I just stay here? I won’t say anything, I swear, you just look really cuddly. And I need some good cuddles. T’stock up on them, you know? Please?” “Don’t wrinkle any papers, and quiz me in about an hour.” “Deal.”) And other times it’s just little things, Niall smoothing the side of his thumb over your knee cap in the car and the fingertip of his index finger brushing little swoops and twirls across the span of your back and him coming up from behind you when you’re fingering through the mail and dropping his chin onto your shoulder. ("What’re you doing?" "Looking through the mail. The electricity bill still hasn’t come." "Don’t worry about that stuff, that’s boring." "You can’t be serious? Niall, we won’t have any electricity if we forget to pay it. I can’t shower in the dark!" "Technically, you can. It’s happened once before." "Okay, that doesn’t count. And you said you’d never bring that up." "I’m just saying! I love you." "Oh, hush you." "..Your hair smells nice?") And it’s just. Niall’s, like. He’s good with singing and he’s alright with songwriting and he’s never had a problem with talking in front of big crowds or presenting in front of classes, but it’s like. Fuck, with you everything kind of goes away and his brain short-circuits and his nerves seize up and. Cuddling’s just the only way he can really, like, press how much he loves you. ‘Cause he does love you. A whole lot.
BUT YOU JUST KNOW THIS IS THE CONFUSED POUTY FACE HARRY MAKES ME WHEN NO ONE LAUGHS AT HIS JOKE
'You really didn't get it?'
all i can picture is harry on his motorcycle making vroom noises and saying “zoom zoom” to himself while chuckling about how hot he looks
u know he practices this in the mirror