Harry Being Interviewed By Jack Whitehall At The BRIT Awards - February 18

Harry being interviewed by Jack Whitehall at the BRIT Awards - February 18

the one where you’re Harry’s tailor

@theasstour​ and I have been stewing in this idea for nearly a year and it’s finally come together.. we hope you enjoy x.

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There were few moments in life that would equate to being backstage at a fashion show, simply because it was impossible to string together the specific words needed to describe the feeling. Journalists tried, quickly scribbling down thoughts and plans for their future articles in small notepads, while the professionals around them danced about in unspoken, yet somehow synchronized, movements. How would they be able to accurately depict the feeling of fabrics rubbing together between your fingers, in the most comforting way? The almost deafening sound of sewing pins carelessly being dropped on the table, after fixing a foot sized hole in a pair of trousers moments before showtime. Or how, with the amount of people crammed into the room, mixed with the humid Roman air seeping through the open windows, had sweat continuously dripped from your forehead. Yet, there was still a constant shiver running up your spine with nerves. No matter how valiant of an attempt, unless they were watching their own tailored outfits walk down the runway, their written words would never be exactly right.

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Fairy Godmother

Featuring a matchmaking Nick Grimshaw who’s not nearly as clever as he thinks he is, a bouquet of fresh peonies, a bout of hay fever, and a very sleepy Harry Styles.

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Nick Grimshaw loves love. He loves when people are bashful and embarrassed and happy with hearts in their eyes at the first signs of romance, and he loves when they’re settled and comfortable and content as time goes on—there’s just something so pure and unadulterated and human about love and being in love. He especially loves when his mates are in love, because there’s nothing like a little romance to keep people smiling and glowing and warm—and really, that’s all Nick could ask for for his friends.

It’s the reason why his entire body is absolutely humming with delight tonight, as he jogs up the front steps of Y/N’s adorable terraced-house in Kentish Town with a bottle of Pinot Grigio tucked under his arm.

Nick’s never fancied himself a matchmaker before, but he reckons he should think about going into a profession change. It’s been less than a month since he added two of his best mates into a group chat with the intention of introducing them, and if you asked him, things are going pretty nicely so far—the group chat name is constantly evolving, because if there’s one thing Nick has fancied himself before, it’s a comedian; right now he’s pretty sure the chat is named Operation Harry Hurry Home to Y/N, and Don’t Forget the Condoms, with a couple eggplant emojis, because Nick knows Harry’s blushing about it during his flight across the Atlantic (and if there’s one thing he loves more than love, it’s embarrassing his mates).

The group chat’s been lively, livelier than Nick ever could have hoped for, constantly shifting from banter about reality TV shows to stories about each other’s days to One Direction memes that Nick has been steadily building a collection of over the years. His two best mates have taken to each other quickly, flirting and making fun of Nick in a way that he only tolerates because he’s trying to see the big picture (that of course being the two of them eventually getting married, and hopefully naming their firstborn after him).

It all could’ve gone to shit, really, after the first and only time he introduced the two in person—at Nick’s house a few weeks ago, over a few romantic comedies and a couple buckets of popcorn that Harry pretended not to want and promptly stole all of. They could’ve not gotten on, or told Nick off for meddling too much, and it could’ve been painfully awkward, but none of that happened. Nick thinks it’s safe to say things are steadily creeping in the right direction. He is, after all, on Y/N’s front stoop with a bottle of wine and ingredients for lettuce wraps she asked him to pick up on his way over, and a text from Harry in his back pocket confirming that he’s just landed at Heathrow. That means that it’s only a matter of time before Nick can play Fairy Godmother, as he so loves to do, and set his latest plan in motion.

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