| It does not do to dwell on dreams, Harry... And forget to live.

Stats: One Daddy, One Papa, One Lost Girl, One Lost Boy, One furry barky thing, One shy turtle, One noisy bird, Two angry cats, and lots and lots of love.

Hiiiii. I'm Harry. 20 years young, 1/5 of One Direction. I'm still trying to figure out... well, everything. But for the meantime I know for sure that I'm I'm a father, and a husband; I'm kind of hopelessly in love with a pair of lost boys and an angelic lost girl. || AIM: damn.hazza

boywhowouldntgrowup:

You have a choice. I can sit there like a lump on a log in my football kit for your general entertainment, you know what I mean. Or we can have that day in of cheesy movies (all your favorites) and cuddles on the condition that you finally take me to The Dal.

I don’t know what you mean. I think you’re losing it love. Shh. Is that condition implying that that should be the night that we go to The Dal? I think I choose the second option, either way.



  1. ohdamnhazza reblogged this from louispanlinson-blog and added:
    I don’t know what you mean. I think you’re losing it love. Shh. Is that condition implying that that should be the night...
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