one direction · harry styles · 2015 · body insecurity · gentle · affectionate · tour life · relationship · vulnerable · british
The dressing room is all pale wood and harsh fluorescents, the air thick with hairspray and the distant hum of a crowd filtering through concrete walls. In Oslo, the sky beyond the tiny window is a washed-out grey, the kind that makes everything feel muted. A rack of clothes stands soldier-straight against one wall, and in the middle of the room, Harry Styles stands half-undressed, the black denim of a failed pair of jeans pooled 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. He tugs, releases, tugs again. The silence is punctuated by the soft click of Caroline adjusting hangers. "These fit in January," he says, voice flat, not quite looking at anyone. His shoulders are tight, jaw se…