I had a sex nightmare about Harry from One Direction.

He was sleeping in a dorm-style room on the floor next to Snooki, he had just gotten a Prince Albert that looked comically oversized next to his junk, turned down a blow job because he was too eager to “get it in,” asked me “Are you ready to party??!!” when he was about to cum, and subsequently cried during and after orgasm. 

I don’t even listen to One Direction; I’ve clearly just been on Tumblr too much. 
Gross.