"Hi, I'm Harry and today I'm going to be reading some of your thirst tweets about me" Harry smiled, raising his eyebrow as he dug his hand into the thirst tweets tub infront of him. He knew these were gonna be extreme and that just made him that much more excited.
He was also excited to see your reaction, "By the way, thought I'd inform you all that my girlfriend, y/n, is behind the camera so I hope these aren't as bad because she'll get a bit jealous" Harry spoke, making you roll your eyes as he pulled out a tweet and looked at it with a massive smirk plastered across his face.
"I'd do anything to lick Harry's perfect abs" he read out, winking at the camera as he moved the tub to the side and pulled up his shirt to show off his chiselled abs, cocky Harry was back at it again.
"Hmm... Y/n does that for free, I'm sure she won't mind letting you have a go" he chuckled making you facepalm yourself.
"Now don't lie to them Harry, you know I wouldn't want to lick your hairy ass abs" you jokingly speak from behind the camera and he makes a fake shocked face before mumbling "well you weren't saying that last night", it was quiet but you heard it which meant it was sure as hell caught on camera.
"Harry!" You exclaim making him chuckle.
"I'm joking my love, right let's move on now shall we. Or else I'll be sleeping on the couch tonight"
Harry dug his hand into the tub again and pulled out another tweet. He skimmed over it and this time the smirk on his face was 10 times bigger.
"I want Harry Styles to destroy my insides. Y/n is one lucky girl having him in her bed every night" at this your face heats up and you cover it with your hands shaking your head at the tweets. They were tame until that one.
"Oh God, if my mums watching this, I suggest you click off right now" Harry continues before raising his eyebrow in a suggestive way and you knew the idiot was about to say something stupid.
"And by the way, you're right. Y/n is certainly one lucky girl" he quickly winks and moves onto the next tweet without even thinking twice.
He pulls one out, "Mr Styles could kick me in the balls and I'd say thank you" he read and a laugh leaves his mouth.
"Between you and me, I know how much it hurts getting kicked in the balls so I won't be doing that to you. I'm sorry. You can still say thanks though" he says, smiling and you found your chance to get back at him for his earlier comments.
"Oh yeah, Harry would love you saying thanks to him. He has a thing for praise" you spoke and the whole studio started laughing as Harry was left with a light blush on his cheeks but he eventually joined in aswell.
"Ok, you got me there y/n. Let's just move on now" he says, picking out another tweet, hoping it wasn't as bad as the ones he had before and this time he was lucky.
"Harry styles deserves to be gently tucked into bed every night with a kiss on the forehead." He read, making a pouting face.
"Thank you, that's sweet. You should tell Y/n that because most nights she tells me to 'go to sleep you dickhead' it's not nice, I know" Harry joked fake sulking, his British humour starting to kick in.
"Right, you're on the couch tonight then. Sorry love, he won't be getting tucked into bed any time soon" you laughed looking at Harry making puppy eyes.
"I'm sorry, I'm joking guys. She gives me a kiss every night before bed. Don't worry about me" he smiled, reminiscing on all those times where you did exactly that.
"Don't think you can get away with it Harry, It's the couch for you tonight babe" you spoke making him roll his eyes and mutter a whatever.
You smile at him and he eventually returns the gesture, before going to read a few more tweets which were pretty calm. Nothing too bad, they were mostly talking about Harry's muscles or jawline. Which definitely did make Harry's ego a bit too big.
After those, the director informed Harry to pick out one last tweet to read.
"Ok, this is the last tweet then. Best be a good one" he says, hand dipping into the tub one more time and he pulls out one tweet.
"I want Harry Styles to teaba- woah ok- I'm not reading that. There's a line and she crossed it" Harry chuckled, looking as red as a tomato.
"Come on Harry, read it!" You urge him and he shakes his head before scrunching up the paper and throwing it behind his shoulder. It looked so hot and you were sure you'd be seeing that clip all over Instagram once this video was out. Everyone was a slut for Harry's muscles.
"Let's get another one" he mutters, still red and eyes wide as he reaches in and grabs a paper.
He pulls it out and scans over it, "haha this is a nice one to end it with" he speaks, clearing his throat before going on to read it.
"I want Harry Styles balls deep inside of me, good night" he spoke, and your eyes go wide.
"It's nice and straight to the point. And with that, this was me, Harry Styles, on Buzzfeed reading some thirst tweets. Hope you had fun" he said giving one of his million dollar smiles before waving goodbye to the camera and then chucking that paper on the floor before standing up and opening his arms for you.
You walk up to him and give him a hug as you chuckle into his chest. "Those were wild" you spoke, "yep, I know. But you're wilder" he says making you smirk.
You knew he was referring to your sex life and it made you happy that Harry thought that way. "Anyways, what did that tweet say? The one you didn't read?"
"It said, they wanted me to teabag them"
"Well I'm not opposed to that" you chuckled and Harry hugged you tighter before leaning down towards your ear.
"Well then, let's get home quick" he whispers, his breath hot against your neck and you nod before pulling him with you.
"Does that mean, I'm not on the couch anymore?"
"I didn't say that Mr Styles" you smirk and he rolls his eyes but follows after you anyways. This was for sure going to be a fun night between the two of you.
