Harry: *thinks about everything that's happening with his fucking band and how he can escape from it all whilst watching tutorials on how to braid his own harry while simultaneously thankful that Rolling Stone Mag loves his twirling and the way he stares at Louis like Stevie and Lindsey from the mermaid tattoo era*
Harry: *thinks all of this while sitting at a small fro-yo in LA wearing his flamingo shirt with his hair down*















