I don’t know how I’m supposed to react to this. This is just so sexy I don’t know what to do with myself. I’m a typing mess right now, literally going back every few words to correct the spelling - so don’t hate on me if there are still a few ones left. You can’t really blame me though…
It’s also his clothes that draw me in. I don’t know, I just recently realized I’m a sucker for great clothes. Or clothes that look great on our 1D boys for that matter. Haha
I really like the jacket - and I’m head over heels for the color of the shirt underneath. And then of course there’s that necklace - a cross necklace on top of that. As if Harry wearing one daily - or day and night for that matter (wouldn’t we like to find out?) - isn’t enough already. Those colors accent the gorgeous caramel hue of his skin - it’s just…ugh, great. He’s the type that looks badass in those kind of clothes. If, say, Niall would be sitting here in them I’d probably laugh my ass off. (Niall hun, don’t be sad - you’re pretty damn badass in your tank tops, that’s for sure.)
I love his posture as well. I don’t really get how a freakin’ posture alone can be so damn hot - but Zayn, you’re doing a good job at it. And the way he looks…
Like, I bet the street he’s casually sitting on is taking a turn where he looks and there’s this car racing on it, heading straight for him. And it’s me who’s sitting in it - crazy fangirl face and all that - screaming “Zayn, Zayn, I’m in pain!” and confess the crazy feels he evokes in me. And he’s just like “Yeah, cool. Can you give me a lift though? I’m kinda lost here.” And then I’d slam on my breaks, jump out of the car, haul out my phone and take a picture of this beautiful masterpiece before I’d add “Now I can.”
And that’s the story of how Zayn Malik and I drove off into the sunset together, had many many beautiful Zayns and Zaynettes and danced clumsily - but happily - along to the best song ever.
My god…see what those boys do to me? They’re making me go crazy - quite literally. This isn’t normal. It isn’t normal at all.

I don’t know how I’m supposed to react to this. This is just so sexy I don’t know what to do with myself. I’m a typing mess right now, literally going back every few words to correct the spelling - so don’t hate on me if there are still a few ones left. You can’t really blame me though…

It’s also his clothes that draw me in. I don’t know, I just recently realized I’m a sucker for great clothes. Or clothes that look great on our 1D boys for that matter. Haha

I really like the jacket - and I’m head over heels for the color of the shirt underneath. And then of course there’s that necklace - a cross necklace on top of that. As if Harry wearing one daily - or day and night for that matter (wouldn’t we like to find out?) - isn’t enough already. Those colors accent the gorgeous caramel hue of his skin - it’s just…ugh, great. He’s the type that looks badass in those kind of clothes. If, say, Niall would be sitting here in them I’d probably laugh my ass off. (Niall hun, don’t be sad - you’re pretty damn badass in your tank tops, that’s for sure.)

I love his posture as well. I don’t really get how a freakin’ posture alone can be so damn hot - but Zayn, you’re doing a good job at it. And the way he looks…

Like, I bet the street he’s casually sitting on is taking a turn where he looks and there’s this car racing on it, heading straight for him. And it’s me who’s sitting in it - crazy fangirl face and all that - screaming “Zayn, Zayn, I’m in pain!” and confess the crazy feels he evokes in me. And he’s just like “Yeah, cool. Can you give me a lift though? I’m kinda lost here.”
And then I’d slam on my breaks, jump out of the car, haul out my phone and take a picture of this beautiful masterpiece before I’d add “Now I can.”

And that’s the story of how Zayn Malik and I drove off into the sunset together, had many many beautiful Zayns and Zaynettes and danced clumsily - but happily - along to the best song ever.

My god…see what those boys do to me? They’re making me go crazy - quite literally. This isn’t normal. It isn’t normal at all.