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harry styles is a singer, actor, and part-time scarf enthusiast who divides his time between sold-out arenas and random vintage shops. he identifies as charming and mildly chaotic (or just bisexual), and is currently in a committed relationship with his record player (or just single.)
Probably within the next couple of days - with everything that's been going on music wise... it's been so long since I've seen her and my sister. Although you better actually put this playlist together for me cause now I want to see what you think is good music to listen to while you're on a metal bird. Even if you weren't caught up in Berlin - would be a little strange to bring a casual hook up back home to the parentals, right? Is a Grammy the indications that you have good taste in music? Cause, shit. Guess I gotta get me one of those. Can I just steal yours? I do miss your face, though.
alright, let me start rattling stuff off and you can toss it in the “hell yeah” or “wow, you’re tragically bad at this” column… 1. ‘bluest flame’ by sel—moody, perfect. 2. ‘sally, when the wine runs out’ because i’m fucking obsessed with role model and not even pretending otherwise. and 3. ‘french girls’—yes, i’m making you listen to yourself while the poor soul next to you on the plane clocks your face and realizes you’re shamelessly vibing to your own voice. don’t lie, you totally just pictured that. hey, now you’re thinking that would happen. i meant i’d hang around in portugal, texting you from a beach until you give in and show up for a hotel quickie. some crusty old grammy guy once called me cool when i won one, so yeah, i’m flashing that badge till the end of time. absolutely not and i know you do.
nah, it's all good. it's a piece for khai for her birthday this fall. i'm working on a new bedroom for her on the farm and it's a wall mural. PRIVATE: talk about it? nah... i don't think so. he should be carrying guilt, so i'm not about to absolve him from that. i just need... time i guess. gi always be in my life because of khai, but niall and i have no ties anymore. i need to decide for myself whether i can forgive this eventually, but i doubt it. that type of broken trust can't be mended just like that.
you’re an amazing dad, you know that? like, i get that your love language is basically “masterpiece in progress,” but this one’s next level, mate. she’s going to absolutely adore it. private: totally get that it’s your call. i mean, sure, we could lock you two in a room like it’s the good old days, wait for the bickering to echo out and hope for a heart-to-heart—classic strategy—but you’ve got to want to be in those conversations, too. no one wants you faking it just for old time’s sake. all i’m going to say is… try to remember how things felt before all this blew up. think about everything you two already got through. that kind of history doesn’t just evaporate. anyway, i’m guessing you’re sick of this subject, so… want me to distract you with some of my own chaos?
a one-timer was often reserved for that deliciously shame-laced walk home after a one-night stand, for the half-hearted thrill of branding skin with temporary tattoos that would vanish beneath the hot stream of a next-morning shower. but when harry styles thought about it, his mind didn’t linger on those fleeting indulgences. instead, it drifted toward the met gala — specifically, the maroon-carpeted steps that stretched like a velvet mountain, endless and daunting. the only time he’d climbed them was back in 2019, co-hosting alongside lady gaga, a night soaked in sequins, champagne, and the kind of electricity only flashbulbs and fashion gods could summon. but even that memory had dulled, like glitter settling after the party ends. he wasn’t supposed to be here tonight — that much was obvious. he’d stayed away too long. too many quiet months, too many invitations politely declined, too many headlines beginning to wonder if he was fading. his manager had begged, then insisted. said absence might be romantic in poetry, but in pop culture, it was fatal. the world needed to see him again. remember the glint. remember the name.
so here he was, stepping out in sleek black, nerves pressed like pins beneath his skin, pretending the cameras didn’t still unnerve him after all these years. and then he saw her. alycia. she was the reason. the unspoken one. she moved up the steps like a whispered secret, the kind that made your heart skip a beat when you heard it. she paused for every flash like she’d choreographed it with the stars themselves. the silk of her dress clung and rippled with each step, catching the light like moonlight on ink. he watched, lips curling almost involuntarily, the smirk resting on his face like muscle memory. every glance in her direction stoked that dangerous, delicious ache he thought he’d buried. he drifted toward her, quiet but deliberate, the crowd parting just enough. his hand found her waist without hesitation, fingers curling possessively, and he leaned in — the scent of her perfume like a private memory — until his mouth brushed just close enough to her ear to own the moment. “tut tut. all these cameras and not once have you kissed me yet,” he murmured, voice low, teasing, with that familiar husk that made headlines once upon a time. “not really taking pr incentive, are we?” / @aycias
Love On Tour, Cardiff, Wales, June 20, 2023
hailey: where's wally? oh! waldo. are you freely admitting to stalking my insta, styles? that's concerning. hailey: starting to think that you read way too far into things. like my drink of choice. hailey: oh i'm sooo lucky. i don't know when we are going to be in the same place? i am curious though about how serious your bartending skills are. are you just looking for an excuse to see me? this feels like it might be one but it's acceptable. i could use some danger.
harry: like most things, the uk version’s the real deal, hails—so yeah, it’s wally sitting pretty on the bookshelf. oh, come on. maybe i should go trawling through my notifications, see if you've secretly liked something from 2016. totally ed’s fault for dropping vintage shots of me. absolutely nothing to do with you, right? harry: give me a bit more range, and maybe i won’t peg you as a martini girl for life. harry: just using this as an excuse to see you? maybe. feels like you’re the one using it as an excuse to see me, though. not that i’m complaining—would be a shame to waste all those cocktail-making classes. and we wouldn’t want that, would we?
alycia: the right kind? i guess you could say that. i'm just the right amount of trouble without all the craziness attached. 🤣 alycia: i suppose you can shoot your shot, and i'll be a gracious partner and accept on the very first attempt. ugh...nothing screams romance like a couple of long-lens cameras pointed at your mouth, but i do get chinese food out of it and you get to kiss me. it's a win win for us both.
harry: so i get to kiss you, yeah? can’t lie, that was the main headline for me in that whole text avalanche. but don’t think the kissing’s just a win for me—these lips? soft when they want to be, wicked when they don’t. say the filthiest things when the mood hits… and since this is pr, trust me, i’ll be feeling it. all in the name of selling the fantasy, right? harry: anyway—when are you free? felt like you conveniently left that part out.
taylor: 100%, please. well, shit. you saying things like this makes me wonder what you've done. feel like you're going to be asking for forgiveness anytime now. so, Haz, what did you do??? taylor: wouldn't have a clue what you're talking about, harry. mostly cause i don't have the american sweetheart image to shred. i'll just tag off the label and mail it to him. that way he'll never know where it's come from. problem solved right there. taylor: haven't thought of anything pressing that i needed to tell you? taylor: next album is just going to be me saying words and their definition. my first album that won't hit number one in who knows how long.
harry: the “please” bumped it back to a solid 90%—because if you have to beg to be soft, are you really that soft, tay? not a single reason for tree to get on my back, i assure you. just out here being a respectable citizen 🫡 harry: you had it—everyone caught a whiff of innocence, which isn’t a crime, but still. and to quote you, “interesting” how fast that vanished. lmao, you really think he's going to believe this came via some shady anonymous mail drop? he’s gonna start side-eyeing every artist he meets, wondering who slipped him the goods from their grammys stash. harry: so i only exist when there’s spicy gossip on the table? 🙄 harry: you'd be surprised. i think it’d still get its moment in the sun—and then you’ll absolutely out me as the mastermind, which will just feed your hype even more. marketing gold, really.
All sorts - lately I've been on my real Lucy Dacus hit. Or some Kendrick. Strange mix, I know but you can't go wrong with either of those. Make a beer? That sounds like way too much work there, mate. Already got enough on my plate without adding to it. What the heck are you doing in Berlin? Is slutty Harry making a comeback with that statement? Cause that sent me. Nope - why would there be? You know just as well as anyone that just cause you're seen kissing someone doesn't mean that it's more than that. Not looking for a relationship at the minute - not after ending things with Cindy... again.
kendrick just got announced for a festival in aus—only reason i know is because there were all these rumors flying around that z might be on the lineup too. and honestly, i could’ve just asked him directly, even with all the current chaos, but i kind of love the suspense. feels more fun that way. maybe we turn it into a spontaneous trip? haven’t been back since 2023. could be a vibe. just think of it as an advanced cocktail-making class. i’m actually back in the studio there—yes, making tunes, but also giving myself some balance. treating it like a soft launch vacation… away from your arse. kidding. mostly. could be. might grow my hair out again. channel that era where every tabloid had me paired off with some woman i'd never met. real ptsd-core. wait, speaking of—what did happen with cindy?
how are you not paranoid? i have seen some people hiding around the corner or something when i'm walking. nothing like them trying to fall out of hotel closets. stranger danger is so real, babe. hold on, do you bribe people with treats? i feel like i need to hear this story. if i do actually go to one soon, and remember, i'll ask to record in the class. since that's normally a no-no! but maybe i'll get special permission. do you really need my help with racking up cool points? i don't think you do.
am i able to hide the fact that i am really well, z? because it’s chaos out there. and look, hiding around corners? that’s giving dark alley energy, and we both know that’s how horror movies start. haha, no, but do you want a treat? wow, that came out way creepier than intended. like i’m about to offer you candy from a suspiciously parked white van. but let’s pretend your love language is gift-giving for a sec—what am i wrapping up for you? also, i get that recording people mid-spin class while they’re in peak sweat-mode could be considered borderline evil. maybe just something cute at the end? like a wave while my music’s still blasting and they’re trying to survive on the bikes. you’re infinitely cooler than me though. that’s not even up for debate.
charli: if they did though, i just know my girl wouldn't allow it. she'd give 'em hell. but yes, you are correct. charli: yeah, i am! i'll be done before i know it though. and while i love touring and seeing all my gorgeous fans, i can't wait for the break. it is my solo arena run! it's been a real blast thus far though! i'd love to have you, so yes!
harry: i have seen you popping up in fan selfies at bars lately—are you lowkey into that local college-town vibe? not the people, obviously, but those cozy venues that smell faintly like beer pong and bad decisions? you'd probably get on well with niall, honestly. that man's practically the poster boy for pub charm. harry: anyway, just drop me a concert date and i’m there. flights are booked faster than you can say “encore.”
oh it was very flirtatious. i think she just couldn't keep her hands to herself at times. i mean, don't blame her. you're a very good looking lad. that must've been quite the experience. being able to perform with someone you've looked up to and listened to as a kid. mindblowing. but you're living the dream, mate. also performing with stevie nicks and all... my moves mostly consist out of jumping up and down really. ah yes, those lime bikes. and then paired with some short shorts. think we should start a short shorts club. you're the only other guy i know that loves them and can pull it off.
now i’m gonna make sure your hands get full groping rights next time i see you, man—can’t let shania hog all the action, can we? that stevie nicks gig was absolutely unhinged, no one had it on their bingo card. and now she’s got a new album coming? i’m praying to the music gods to let me in on it somehow—even if it’s just shaking a triangle dramatically in the background. i’d probably break my no-duet rule for her, no question. hands, arse, legs? who even knows anymore—but i see you, paulie. and yes, absolutely short shorts club. we need a group chat just to rapid-fire the best finds like it’s fashion intel.
I'm not saying superior decade, but a close first, for sure. We got Radiohead, Alanis Morissette, The Prodigy, Savage Garden and so many more. I'd say that music in the 90s in general pushed its limits and most didn't care what the reactions were because they simply wanted to make music. The 70s was also a great time for music, no denying that. And the artist you named? Fucking great. The Eagles are on my playlist for road trips. Gotta admit it, Styles -- you've got great taste in music.
that’s true—gotta admit, alanis is a personal fave from that lineup, and obviously it’s all about 'you oughta know.' pure rage anthem. the '90s really paved the way for that soft rock energy that carried into the early 2000s—think daughtry—then you’ve got the emo spillover with sum 41, even green day riding that wave. what’s the first eagles track that has to be blaring from the speakers so you know you’re officially on the road? and hey, thanks—clearly a music nerd, loud and proud.
meg: I am a horror aficionado, so that's right up my alley, to be honest. my mind is its own twisted wonderland. as seen in my visuals. but I appreciate the judgment free zone.
meg: WAKANDA FOREVER. oh please. michael b jordan is everyone's crush. think even more people have fallen in love with him after the release of sinners. illuminati rumors are the definition of pop culture excellence. a sign you've made it and people cannot fathom why.
meg: I'm at my best when surrounded by adoration and boundless energy. and I just love shania. you can always count on lizzo to hype up the crowd with ferocity and positive vibes.
harry: hit me with your top three horror flicks. i can proudly say i’ve been in one—which should count for something—but i’m basically horror-illiterate otherwise. you’ll have to be my spooky szn sensei. harry: fully imagined you doing a dramatic salute, all cool and commanding. i, meanwhile, am leaning toward thunderbolts or that new one drop with meghann fahy. so sinners is currently sitting at third place on my priority list. it’s properly unsettling. have you seen blink twice? yeah, no thanks to rituals. zero time for summoning vip circles unless snacks are involved. harry: are you now? noted. i’ll make sure to keep the compliments flowing—hype squad mode fully activated. lizzo’s incredible, by the way. loving her new era and that chat with jay shetty? gold. really rooting for her to get everything she’s reaching for.
solana had been on an few blind dates, some of them good and others were absolutely horrendous. one thing was for sure and that was, she in fact was not the problem. solana just wanted to go on a nice date with someone who would just be themselves and not put on an act because of who she was. when she was off the stage or out of the studio she wasn’t sza anymore but solana. so when he friends talked her into another blind date she gave in, who knows maybe she would have a good time. getting to the restaurant, she walked in and made her way to the table that was instructed. as she got closer she noticed a familiar face, sighing in relief she was beyond happy to see harry. by the looks of it he was happy to see her too. she took a seat, giggling slightly as he clumsy nature. a smile spread across her face as she finally took a seat and looked at him. her reaction was the same she was surprised to see him but it was a good feeling. “i honestly had no idea what i was walking into but i’m very glad that it’s you.” she admitted and leaned on her hand.
her giggle floated out like a windchime catching the softest breeze—light, teasing, impossible to ignore. it tugged at the air between them, and something in him stilled. the restless clinking of his rings went quiet, his fingers pausing mid-fidget. she had him now, completely. “are you?” he asked, lips curling into that trademark grin—half cocky, half curious. it could’ve passed for a rhetorical, sure, but he wasn’t sure of much these days. not when it came to people. not when it came to want. once, it had all been easy: walk into a studio, smile like you were molded to, and make magic on command. but now? now he was sitting across from her, no masks, no cameras. just hoping the dinner didn’t spiral into something uncomfortable. he cracked open the menu, finger trailing slow and lazy down the wine list. “figured i should get us a bottle,” he said, glancing up through his lashes. “these things always start weird. and while i am really fucking glad it’s you… a little buzz might smooth the edges.” his eyes darted toward the empty corners of the restaurant. private, quiet. just how he needed it. he always booked the ones no one else could reach—sometimes even the whole damn place. it was exhausting pretending it didn’t wear on him. “kind of surprised you made time for me,” he added with a smirk, voice dipping just enough to feel like a dare. “especially since you’re out there melting stadiums with kendrick every night.”
harry: reckon if i turned where’s wally into where’s the martini, i’d clock at least two just scrolling through the first few posts on your insta. small sample, big pattern... harry: starting to think you and that martini are in some kind of committed relationship. harry: but lucky for you, i moonlight as a bartender with excellent taste. next time i see you, we’re upgrading — i’ve got a whole roster of cocktails lined up that’ll make that martini feel like yesterday’s news. consider it an intervention. a very fun, slightly dangerous one. / @haiilsrhodeb
when are you heading to portugal to see your mom? because i was thinking… i’ll put together a little flight playlist for you. not just because it’s the closest thing you’ll get to having me there with you (tragically, i’m still tangled up in berlin), but also because, let’s be real, my music taste is elite. scientifically proven to make flights go ten times faster. plus, i do have a grammy, so it’s basically a public service at this point. consider it my way of keeping you company — in your ears, if not in person. / @doveeminence
