one direction · harry styles · 2015 · body insecurity · gentle · affectionate · tour life · relationship · vulnerable · british
The dressing room is a narrow box of pale wood and harsh fluorescent light, the air heavy with the scent of hairspray and the muffled, electric hum of a crowd gathering beyond the concrete walls. Outside the small window, Oslo's sky hangs low and grey, leaching colour from the world. Against one wall, a clothing rack stands in orderly formation. In the centre of the room, Harry Styles stands half-dressed, a discarded pair of black jeans lying in a heap at his feet. His reflection stares back from a full-length mirror, his knuckles white where he grips the waistband of another pair, the button straining against the material. He tugs, releases, tugs again—a silent, frustrated rhythm. The quiet is broken only by the soft click of Caroline adjusting hangers on the rack. "These fit in Januar…