The Reinvention of Harry Styles
Chapter 31
A/N: I just want to point out that the guy in the picture below is not Harry! (although I could see Harry wearing that!) It's Jim Morrison of The Doors, and I mention the belt he's wearing in this chapter : )
For his show in Nashville, Harry worked with his stylist Rupert to come up with an outfit with a country twang. He ended up in cowboy boots, dark colored jeans with a bit of embroidery accents at the hems and the pockets, and a plaid print shirt - which he buttoned all the way up to the top. He accessorized with a a belt, which Harry thought looked a lot like the belt Jim Morrison of The Doors was known for.
At the start of the show he wore a cowboy hat, which he promptly removed and tossed into the audience to an eager audience member. Molly stood backstage watching with her own cowboy hat and boots, opting for a skirt, and a plaid shirt similar to Harry’s. There was definitely a more fun and relaxed vibe to this show as Harry got over the nerves of playing his first few concerts. The audience seemed to feel this as well, and reflected it back at Harry and his band.
His cover of ‘Girl Crush’ went over particularly well with this crowd, and a few of his own songs - like ‘Sweet Creature’ and ‘Two Ghosts’ had a bit of a country sound tonight. He even tried out his best southern accent, and the audience roared with approval.
Near the end of the show, he introduced ‘Kiwi’ and the audience cheered loudly. “How many of you would like to see ‘Kiwi’ as my next single?” He asked with a cheeky smile.
Backstage, Molly and Jeff exchanged confused glances. “What is he talking about?” She muttered quietly, but Jeff was equally confused.
Harry dove into an electric performance of ‘Kiwi’ like they’d never seen before, and crowd went absolutely wild. They carried that energy into the last song - ‘Sign of the Times’ and ended the night with a positive feeling. Overall it was a success, and Harry left the stage feeling better than he had during his tour so far.
“If each show keeps improving like this, by the time we get to the last show in Japan you’ll just be levitating on the stage, transmitting the songs telepathically to the audience,” Molly joked, and gave Harry a kiss as he came off stage.
“That’s certainly an odd image,” Harry laughed. “I think you’ve been watching too many science fiction films.”
“I’m just saying, the improvement is clear - to me, and to the fans, and most importantly, to the critics. I know you don’t like to read reviews, but after the LA show, people were buzzing about the partial One Direction reunion.”
“That’s not really about my show, though,” Harry added skeptically.
“Yeah, but people liked it!” Molly smiled. “So, what now? Are we going to go out? Get lit?” Molly grinned and nodded, hoping Harry would agree.
“Get lit?” He laughed. “I don’t think I’ve ever heard you say that before.”
“Come on, they’s a certain energy in the air, can’t you feel it?” Molly tugged on his shirt sleeve to persuade him to go out tonight.
“We have another show tomorrow night, we can’t get turnt, or lit, or whatever else you kids call it these days.” He smiled in amusement at Molly’s enthusiasm.
“Then, I guess we’ll just have to take this back to our room, then,” Molly leaned in to whisper in his ear, and Harry did not protest this suggestion.
“That is definitely something we can do.”
Despite staying up too late because of this ‘positive energy’ Molly kept referring to, they were on the plane the next morning to head up to Chicago.
“I’ve never been to Chicago before,” Molly buzzed as she looked out over the city while the plane came in for landing.
“It’s a nice city,” Harry added, looking up from his notes on tonight’s show.
“I’ve heard they have some pretty good pizza here,” she joked and nudged him with her elbow.
“Hmm?” He looked up. “Oh, yes it’s pretty good.”
“You certainly seemed to like it a lot at that one concert,” Molly smirked.
“Oh,” Harry blushed and laughed at that memory. “You know about that?”
“Yes, just like the ‘poutine’ at the...was it the Montreal show?”
“Yeah,” Harry smiled. “I do like poutine, though.” He nodded wistfully before returning to his notes.
“I definitely have to get some pizza before we leave.”
“I think we might have time to do that tomorrow. The schedule is pretty tight today,” Harry looked over the itinerary again.
“If you’re busy, I have a friend who lives out here who I can persuade to come with me,” Molly said, and Harry nodded. He wished he was more available to do these kinds of things with her, but even if he was available, it’s just not practical to show up to Lou Malnati’s - one of the busiest and most well known places to get deep dish pizza in Chicago - just to get a pizza with his girlfriend. Especially since she wasn’t supposed to be his girlfriend publicly.
For his show that night, Harry returned to his usual look of black skinny jeans and boots. He wore a Chicago Cubs shirt (since they won the World Series last year) and a dark colored jacket. He remembered to mention the pizza again during this show, though perhaps not as enthusiastically as he had the last time he was here. He also mentioned ‘Kiwi’ being his next single, again, and got the audience to chat ‘kiwi’ before he sang it.
There was no levitation, or telepathy, but it was still a great show. He and Molly were tired from their late night the previous evening, so they went straight to bed. According to the itinerary, Molly would have enough time to get that pizza she wanted before they had to leave for New York, but Harry had to meet with Jeff and a few other people in the morning - mainly to discuss this business of ‘Kiwi’ being the next single. He suggested Molly meet up with her friend, and he could join them if he had time (and if the friend was good at keeping secrets).
“Oh don’t worry, she is,” Molly smirked, and texted her friend. It seemed a coincidence that they should meet up again in such a short period of time, but Daisy agreed to show Molly around her ‘hometown’ of Chicago and then grab some pizza with her.
The two met up at Millenium park at the Cloud Gate sculpture - or as it’s commonly called, the big shiny bean. They walked around the park for a bit before grabbing lunch. As they waited, they talked for a bit - even though they just saw each other a few days ago.
“So, I have to ask - why do you have so many friends in LA if you’re from Chicago?”
“Well, technically I’m not even from Chicago. I grew up in Kentucky and moved here when I was 12,” Daisy explained.
“Oh, hence the accent, okay,” Molly nodded.
“But I left for LA when I was 18, hoping to start a career in music. Also, things didn’t go too well with my parents when I came out, so I kind of left without looking back.” Daisy added quietly.
“Sorry to hear that. Are things better now?”
“Yeah, I returned a few years later after LA didn’t work out either, and they eventually came around.” Daisy shrugged. “They’re more than happy they’re getting a grandchild, though.”
“I can imagine.” Molly recalled the many times her mom expressed interest in a grandchild, but always followed it up with: ‘but no rush, you should have some fun first.’
“So everyone at the gender reveal party were old friends of yours?” Molly asked.
“Yeah, we’ve kept in touch over the years. I stayed with one of them when I was out there with Harry, and again for the party.” Daisy explained.
“So, did you end up signing with Jeff?” Molly asked.
“With his company, ‘Full Stop Media’. He won’t be my manager, specifically - I guess he’s kind of busy with Harry right now.” Daisy paused to smirk, and couldn’t help but laugh.
Molly’s phone buzzed, and she flipped it over on the table to read a text from Harry:
*Where did you end up going for pizza?
She responded they were at Lou Malnati’s, and put her phone away. “Sorry, that was Harry.”
“That’s fine,” Daisy shrugged. “And how are you guys doing?” She asked in an almost teasing voice.
“Things are going well! We’ve managed to keep our relationship a secret so far.”
“That’s good. Unfortunately, I haven’t been able to keep this a secret any more,” Daisy twisted her mouth into a half smile of chagrin, and pointed to her definitely noticeable baby bump.
“With your petite frame, it would indeed be hard to mask that.” Molly agreed. “Have you picked a name yet?”
“No, but I liked a lot of the suggestions from the party. I liked yours, and actually my friend suggested ‘Dylan’ as her ‘bad’ name suggestion, but I kind of like it. Like Bob Dylan,” Daisy explained.
“Or Dylan Sprouse,” Molly added, and Daisy stared blankly. “From ‘The Suite Life of Zack and Cody’?”
Daisy still seemed confused, so Molly continued. “It was on the Disney channel.”
“Oh,” Daisy nodded, and it was quiet for a moment as the each remembered not only how different they were, but how little they knew about each other. “Well, I also thought maybe I should go with another nature-related name, something to go with Daisy.”
“That’s a good idea. Like...Sky? Skylar?” Molly suggested.
“Skylar’s nice, I like that,” Daisy thought for a moment. “What about you? What baby names do you like?”
“Oh god, Harry asked me this,” Molly smiled and shook her head.
“Really?” Daisy knitted her brows. “How did that go?”
“I said I didn’t have any - which is true! Though, at one time, I thought it would be nice to name my son ‘Niall’, after his dad, but I didn’t tell Harry that,” Molly giggled and felt her cheeks turn pink with embarrassment, but Daisy laughed too.
“That’s probably smart, I could see Harry being not too happy with that,” Daisy laughed, and checked the time. “Where is our food? They said it would be a while, but it’s been a while!”
“I can ask if you’d like?” Molly was surprised by Daisy’s sudden outburst.
“Can you please? That would be nice,” Daisy smiled apologetically. “Sorry, I’m eating for two, you know. I guess I get a little grumpy now when I’m hungry.”
“No, problem, I’ll be right back,” Molly got up and left to find their waitress, leaving Daisy alone at the table. She played with her phone for a bit, until she heard a bit of a comotion so she looked up.
On the other side of the restaurant was none other than Harry Styles. ‘What the fuck is he doing out here? Alone?’ Daisy cursed under her breath and assumed Molly had invited him, so she stood up and waved so he could find their table. He looked confused and made his way to their table as fans tried to ‘discreetly’ take pictures.
‘This was not a good idea, what was Molly thinking?’ Daisy thought as Harry neared, and looked for Molly.
As Daisy turned to scan the restaurant for Molly, Harry stopped suddenly. He was finally close enough to see the baby bump, and his brain froze as he tried to comprehend what he was seeing.
“You’re...pregnant?” He stammered, and stood in the same spot, frozen.
“Yeah,” Daisy felt a little embarrassed by his stare, and sat down, wishing Molly would return. She thought Harry knew, since he and Molly had talked about names. The fans taking pictures were not so discrete any more, and Daisy wished she could disappear.
Harry finally got his brain to make his feet move, and they turned him around and carried him back outside the way he’d come in. He hopped in the car that had dropped him off, and left.
Perhaps it was the pregnancy hormones, or maybe it’s because she hadn’t eaten yet, but Daisy could not get the look on Harry’s face out of her head, and slowly started sobbing.
Molly started to return, saw Daisy crying, and found the waitress again. “Actually, can we get that to go?”
For his show in Nashville, Harry worked with his stylist Rupert to come up with an outfit with a country twang. He ended up in cowboy boots, dark colored jeans with a bit of embroidery accents at the hems and the pockets, and a plaid print shirt - which he buttoned all the way up to the top. He accessorized with a a belt, which Harry thought looked a lot like the belt Jim Morrison of The Doors was known for.
At the start of the show he wore a cowboy hat, which he promptly removed and tossed into the audience to an eager audience member. Molly stood backstage watching with her own cowboy hat and boots, opting for a skirt, and a plaid shirt similar to Harry’s. There was definitely a more fun and relaxed vibe to this show as Harry got over the nerves of playing his first few concerts. The audience seemed to feel this as well, and reflected it back at Harry and his band.
His cover of ‘Girl Crush’ went over particularly well with this crowd, and a few of his own songs - like ‘Sweet Creature’ and ‘Two Ghosts’ had a bit of a country sound tonight. He even tried out his best southern accent, and the audience roared with approval.
Near the end of the show, he introduced ‘Kiwi’ and the audience cheered loudly. “How many of you would like to see ‘Kiwi’ as my next single?” He asked with a cheeky smile.
Backstage, Molly and Jeff exchanged confused glances. “What is he talking about?” She muttered quietly, but Jeff was equally confused.
Harry dove into an electric performance of ‘Kiwi’ like they’d never seen before, and crowd went absolutely wild. They carried that energy into the last song - ‘Sign of the Times’ and ended the night with a positive feeling. Overall it was a success, and Harry left the stage feeling better than he had during his tour so far.
“If each show keeps improving like this, by the time we get to the last show in Japan you’ll just be levitating on the stage, transmitting the songs telepathically to the audience,” Molly joked, and gave Harry a kiss as he came off stage.
“That’s certainly an odd image,” Harry laughed. “I think you’ve been watching too many science fiction films.”
“I’m just saying, the improvement is clear - to me, and to the fans, and most importantly, to the critics. I know you don’t like to read reviews, but after the LA show, people were buzzing about the partial One Direction reunion.”
“That’s not really about my show, though,” Harry added skeptically.
“Yeah, but people liked it!” Molly smiled. “So, what now? Are we going to go out? Get lit?” Molly grinned and nodded, hoping Harry would agree.
“Get lit?” He laughed. “I don’t think I’ve ever heard you say that before.”
“Come on, they’s a certain energy in the air, can’t you feel it?” Molly tugged on his shirt sleeve to persuade him to go out tonight.
“We have another show tomorrow night, we can’t get turnt, or lit, or whatever else you kids call it these days.” He smiled in amusement at Molly’s enthusiasm.
“Then, I guess we’ll just have to take this back to our room, then,” Molly leaned in to whisper in his ear, and Harry did not protest this suggestion.
“That is definitely something we can do.”
Despite staying up too late because of this ‘positive energy’ Molly kept referring to, they were on the plane the next morning to head up to Chicago.
“I’ve never been to Chicago before,” Molly buzzed as she looked out over the city while the plane came in for landing.
“It’s a nice city,” Harry added, looking up from his notes on tonight’s show.
“I’ve heard they have some pretty good pizza here,” she joked and nudged him with her elbow.
“Hmm?” He looked up. “Oh, yes it’s pretty good.”
“You certainly seemed to like it a lot at that one concert,” Molly smirked.
“Oh,” Harry blushed and laughed at that memory. “You know about that?”
“Yes, just like the ‘poutine’ at the...was it the Montreal show?”
“Yeah,” Harry smiled. “I do like poutine, though.” He nodded wistfully before returning to his notes.
“I definitely have to get some pizza before we leave.”
“I think we might have time to do that tomorrow. The schedule is pretty tight today,” Harry looked over the itinerary again.
“If you’re busy, I have a friend who lives out here who I can persuade to come with me,” Molly said, and Harry nodded. He wished he was more available to do these kinds of things with her, but even if he was available, it’s just not practical to show up to Lou Malnati’s - one of the busiest and most well known places to get deep dish pizza in Chicago - just to get a pizza with his girlfriend. Especially since she wasn’t supposed to be his girlfriend publicly.
For his show that night, Harry returned to his usual look of black skinny jeans and boots. He wore a Chicago Cubs shirt (since they won the World Series last year) and a dark colored jacket. He remembered to mention the pizza again during this show, though perhaps not as enthusiastically as he had the last time he was here. He also mentioned ‘Kiwi’ being his next single, again, and got the audience to chat ‘kiwi’ before he sang it.
There was no levitation, or telepathy, but it was still a great show. He and Molly were tired from their late night the previous evening, so they went straight to bed. According to the itinerary, Molly would have enough time to get that pizza she wanted before they had to leave for New York, but Harry had to meet with Jeff and a few other people in the morning - mainly to discuss this business of ‘Kiwi’ being the next single. He suggested Molly meet up with her friend, and he could join them if he had time (and if the friend was good at keeping secrets).
“Oh don’t worry, she is,” Molly smirked, and texted her friend. It seemed a coincidence that they should meet up again in such a short period of time, but Daisy agreed to show Molly around her ‘hometown’ of Chicago and then grab some pizza with her.
The two met up at Millenium park at the Cloud Gate sculpture - or as it’s commonly called, the big shiny bean. They walked around the park for a bit before grabbing lunch. As they waited, they talked for a bit - even though they just saw each other a few days ago.
“So, I have to ask - why do you have so many friends in LA if you’re from Chicago?”
“Well, technically I’m not even from Chicago. I grew up in Kentucky and moved here when I was 12,” Daisy explained.
“Oh, hence the accent, okay,” Molly nodded.
“But I left for LA when I was 18, hoping to start a career in music. Also, things didn’t go too well with my parents when I came out, so I kind of left without looking back.” Daisy added quietly.
“Sorry to hear that. Are things better now?”
“Yeah, I returned a few years later after LA didn’t work out either, and they eventually came around.” Daisy shrugged. “They’re more than happy they’re getting a grandchild, though.”
“I can imagine.” Molly recalled the many times her mom expressed interest in a grandchild, but always followed it up with: ‘but no rush, you should have some fun first.’
“So everyone at the gender reveal party were old friends of yours?” Molly asked.
“Yeah, we’ve kept in touch over the years. I stayed with one of them when I was out there with Harry, and again for the party.” Daisy explained.
“So, did you end up signing with Jeff?” Molly asked.
“With his company, ‘Full Stop Media’. He won’t be my manager, specifically - I guess he’s kind of busy with Harry right now.” Daisy paused to smirk, and couldn’t help but laugh.
Molly’s phone buzzed, and she flipped it over on the table to read a text from Harry:
*Where did you end up going for pizza?
She responded they were at Lou Malnati’s, and put her phone away. “Sorry, that was Harry.”
“That’s fine,” Daisy shrugged. “And how are you guys doing?” She asked in an almost teasing voice.
“Things are going well! We’ve managed to keep our relationship a secret so far.”
“That’s good. Unfortunately, I haven’t been able to keep this a secret any more,” Daisy twisted her mouth into a half smile of chagrin, and pointed to her definitely noticeable baby bump.
“With your petite frame, it would indeed be hard to mask that.” Molly agreed. “Have you picked a name yet?”
“No, but I liked a lot of the suggestions from the party. I liked yours, and actually my friend suggested ‘Dylan’ as her ‘bad’ name suggestion, but I kind of like it. Like Bob Dylan,” Daisy explained.
“Or Dylan Sprouse,” Molly added, and Daisy stared blankly. “From ‘The Suite Life of Zack and Cody’?”
Daisy still seemed confused, so Molly continued. “It was on the Disney channel.”
“Oh,” Daisy nodded, and it was quiet for a moment as the each remembered not only how different they were, but how little they knew about each other. “Well, I also thought maybe I should go with another nature-related name, something to go with Daisy.”
“That’s a good idea. Like...Sky? Skylar?” Molly suggested.
“Skylar’s nice, I like that,” Daisy thought for a moment. “What about you? What baby names do you like?”
“Oh god, Harry asked me this,” Molly smiled and shook her head.
“Really?” Daisy knitted her brows. “How did that go?”
“I said I didn’t have any - which is true! Though, at one time, I thought it would be nice to name my son ‘Niall’, after his dad, but I didn’t tell Harry that,” Molly giggled and felt her cheeks turn pink with embarrassment, but Daisy laughed too.
“That’s probably smart, I could see Harry being not too happy with that,” Daisy laughed, and checked the time. “Where is our food? They said it would be a while, but it’s been a while!”
“I can ask if you’d like?” Molly was surprised by Daisy’s sudden outburst.
“Can you please? That would be nice,” Daisy smiled apologetically. “Sorry, I’m eating for two, you know. I guess I get a little grumpy now when I’m hungry.”
“No, problem, I’ll be right back,” Molly got up and left to find their waitress, leaving Daisy alone at the table. She played with her phone for a bit, until she heard a bit of a comotion so she looked up.
On the other side of the restaurant was none other than Harry Styles. ‘What the fuck is he doing out here? Alone?’ Daisy cursed under her breath and assumed Molly had invited him, so she stood up and waved so he could find their table. He looked confused and made his way to their table as fans tried to ‘discreetly’ take pictures.
‘This was not a good idea, what was Molly thinking?’ Daisy thought as Harry neared, and looked for Molly.
As Daisy turned to scan the restaurant for Molly, Harry stopped suddenly. He was finally close enough to see the baby bump, and his brain froze as he tried to comprehend what he was seeing.
“You’re...pregnant?” He stammered, and stood in the same spot, frozen.
“Yeah,” Daisy felt a little embarrassed by his stare, and sat down, wishing Molly would return. She thought Harry knew, since he and Molly had talked about names. The fans taking pictures were not so discrete any more, and Daisy wished she could disappear.
Harry finally got his brain to make his feet move, and they turned him around and carried him back outside the way he’d come in. He hopped in the car that had dropped him off, and left.
Perhaps it was the pregnancy hormones, or maybe it’s because she hadn’t eaten yet, but Daisy could not get the look on Harry’s face out of her head, and slowly started sobbing.
Molly started to return, saw Daisy crying, and found the waitress again. “Actually, can we get that to go?”
Notes
Oh boy, Harry’s in trouble now!
I didn't realize you could put pictures in chapters, but if you can’t see the image, this is the belt I’m referring to: http://www.bluemaize.net/im/belts/jim-morrison-belt-7.jpg
I don’t recall Harry every saying that he liked The Doors? But I feel like he’d like them, or at least Jim Morrison
PS. I went to Lou Malnati’s last time I was in Chicago and it is fantastic. I think Harry even mentioned it during his latest show in Chicago (the name kind of sounds like the Illuminati xD)
@En_1960
Thank you! I'm so happy to hear that :D
5/15/19