Harry Edward Styles
He could calm the seas with a wave of his hand
He could convince anyone that the sky is actually green
He could tame a wild unicorn with the snap of his fingers
He could talk about the process of paint drying for 300 years straight & I’d listen to every second
He’s the kind of man that could walk into a room & suddenly everyone forgets their own name
His voice could steady the most ferocious creature to ever walk the earth
His walk could send the world’s most skilled runway model into hiding, for fear that they’ll never be as good at walking as Harry Styles
His bright, shining eyes could make even the most shimmering mermaid envious, because her scales will never be as radiant as the gleam in his stare











