you know what’s way more creepy than wanting to do the hippidy dippidy with all members of boy band one direction? drunkenly trying to DELINEATE those you do not want to do butt stuff with. trying to explain that, for example, “well like with louis like….i dont really want to shoop shoop with him usually because more than that i want to snuggle on the sofa and watch tv with him, and we’re both wearing sweatpants and scoop-neck tees, real old ones, like they’re worn soft and maybe slightly transparent, we don’t even know whose shirts they were originally, probably his, and he hasn’t shaved his beard in like maybe…two days, and the volume on the tv is really low, just kind of a background mumble really, and maybe we’re sharing a mug of hot cider with whiskey in it and eating pigs in a blanket which we stole from the catering table at a party last saturday and we just found them in the fridge so we heated them up in the toaster, and i’m wearing a pair of those big wooly hiking socks and then i stick my foot in his face to make him laugh.” just say you want to bang them. just….it’s just easier.
amazing it’s been three years and the first time we get to see niall kiss someone is when he’s kissing himself truly remarkable