Is loves young dream over all ready?
Nora Henley was pictured looking lonely and forlorn as she made her way round the Fisketorvet shopping mall on Wednesday afternoon. She took a trip with Avery Styles the daughter she shares with rock sensation Harry Styles, but the rock god himself was nowhere to be seen.
Rumour has it that all is not well in the Henley-Styles camp. Henley has been pictured leaving most of Styles' concerts early in favour of spending her time away from Styles in a hotel. A source close to the couple told Composure "Nora is struggling with life on the road, she's struggling watching Harry on stage every night, she hates the girls screaming at him every night and throwing themselves at her man"
The source also reveals there is tension over the way Harry chooses to raise Avery. Nora isn't happy having her exposed to the fans and his lifestyle. Reports say Harry is struggling to curb his womanising ways and is finding it difficult to settle down and become a proper family man. Preferring to spend his afternoons at local restaurants with model and old flame Kaia Gerber, pictured below. While Nora is left to amuse herself.
Could the golden couple be over already?
24 Hours Earlier
I shook my head trying to dislodge the hair that was tickling my cheek. In my comatose state I couldn't tell if the hair belonged to me or the curly haired boy I could feel wrapped around me like a vine.
My body stilled as I heard the familiar sound of Avery's cry.
"Shit" I mumbled, stretching out and blindly patting the bedside table till I found my phone.
06:43
Late nights and early mornings don't mix when you have a baby. I must remember to get an early night tonight... unless Harry wants a repeat of last night. I grin to myself as I try to pull his hand away from my shoulder but his arm just curls tighter, holding me in place.
"I'll get her" I look up to see his eyes are still closed but there's a smile appearing on his lips.
"You got her when she woke last night and you require more sleep than me: I'll get her, it's fine"
"I can sleep when I'm dead. I miss her. I'll get her" He finally opened his eyes and turned to look at me.
"You can't always use missing her as an excuse you know"
"What, you'd rather get up at stupid o'clock in the morning with a crying baby than spend an extra half hour in bed?" With the free hand that isn't wrapped around my body he pulls the covers back. I shiver at the cold air as it touches the tops of my legs.
"By all means, be my guest"
"No, no, I'm not that desperate to get up" I smiled. "If you really miss her that much on you go" I smile as I pull the covers from him and back over my legs.
We lie for a second before Avery's cry's ring through the monitor again.
"I'm coming, I'm coming" He grumbles before shifting the covers back and grabbing a T-shirt.
*
"So what's the plan for today?" I ask as I sit up in bed feeding Avery while Harry sits beside me, playing on his phone.
He puts his phone down.
"We're not flying out till 6 tonight but I have a meeting at lunch time with Jeff and some of the folks from the Met Gala so I can't really do much. But you could take some security and go shopping or exploring or something?"
"You trying to get me out of your hair? You've had enough of me already?" I joke as I discreetly move Avery from one boob to another.
He gives me a stern look. "Never"
I smile. "I suppose shopping could be fun. I could do with some new tops, I didn't realise how much travelling wrecked your clothes!"
"I know. Constantly being folded and unfolded out of cases and being washed by hotel dry cleaners wrecks everything"
"Ok, Aves and I will do some shopping then" I smile down at her. It will be nice to get out of the hotel for a while. In Harry's bid to have more control we've spent a lot of time in and around our hotels, never venturing too far so as not attract too much unwanted attention. It's been fun. Harry and I have spent hours watching movies while Avery slept between sound checks. Don't get me wrong, I love spending time just Harry and I but I was looking forward to exploring some of these beautiful cities we were in.
"Ok, take this then" Harry reaches over to his wallet on his bedside table and produces a black card.
"Your credit card?" I ask in confusion.
"Ours. I added you on to the account so your new card should arrive when we're in Germany"
"Harry!" I huff out a sigh. "How can you add me to your account without my permission? Without me signing something? How is that legal?"
"It's my account Nora, it's perfectly legal to add another card holder" He rolls his eyes at me.
"Don't start this again Harry. I have my own money. Let me spend it"
"Is there going to be a day you will acquiesce to this?"
"I'm disinclined to acquiesce to your request" I give him a pinched look "Means no"
"Ok, I walked into that one" Harry rolled his eyes. "At least take it for emergencies. Or if you see something super expensive for Avery that you want to buy"
I sigh. "Ok, leave it on your table and I'll pick it up before I leave" I roll my eyes for effect but I have no intention of taking it.
"Thank you" Harry smiles placing the card on his bedside table, thinking he's won.
Oh Harry.
*
Minus Harry's credit card, Avery and I leave the hotel for a couple of hours. Two security guards, Fraser and Freddie, easy enough to remember, in tow. Freddie drives us to a shopping centre a couple of miles away from where we're staying and they follow me around, staying a couple of feet behind at all times. I don't really see why I need them. What harm can come to me in a shopping centre where no one knows who I am. Without Harry I just look like any normal mother, out shopping with her daughter.
I work my way through a few shops while Avery sleeps. I find a gorgeous little Danish baby boutique that sell the most beautiful little dresses and I pick Avery up a couple of pieces. Then I hit the designer shops and I don't know why but instead of looking in the window at Gucci I decide to go in. There's only one person I know that wears Gucci and I don't know if I'm confident enough to buy him anything.
I smile at the assistant who calls "Afternoon" in her beautiful Danish accent, from her position at the cash desk at the back of the store. I feel like a fish out of water but I push through. I always get nervous going in to shops with Avery in her pram, I worry that doorways aren't wide enough or I knock something over in a cluttered aisle or I'm in everyone's way but I feel myself relax in this store. Everything's very calm, the rails of clothes and display cases are all widely spaced apart so I've got plenty of room to move around and it's quiet enough that im not bothering anyone. I browse through the front half of the store, through the women's section not really seeing anything that catches my eye but I know I'm not really here for me. It's not until I get to the men's section at the back that I'm actually drawn to something.
There is a pair of ridiculous yellow loafers displayed on the wall. They are surrounded by loads of others in far more discreet blacks and beiges but I'm drawn to the sunshine yellow shoes. I pick them up and turn them around in my hand like I'm really considering them. They have a lovely thick sole and the leather is soft and supple and smells delicious.
It's a ridiculous amount to spend on one pair of shoes but I could afford it. With all the money just being left to grow in my bank account £540 wouldn't make that much of a dent. And he'd love them. I think.
But I don't have the confidence to make the decision myself. I take a quick shot of the shoes on the shelf and fire it off to Harry, unsure if he'll actually answer if he's in a meeting. No biggie if he doesn't answer I guess. Maybe I could pick him up something else instead that would make a smaller indent in my bank account.
But quite quickly the familiar little bubbles pop up.
Well that was my decision made.
"Hi, could I have these in a size 10, please?"
*
"Here's hoping he likes them" I whispered to Avery as I stepped off the elevator.
I had no idea how he was going to react to the shoes. Would he be angry because of the price? Would he think too much into it after last night? I would soon find out as the elevator pinged open into our room.
"You bought them?" I looked up as Harry pushed himself off the little table he was leaning against in the hallway, waiting for me.
He had on a plain black T-shirt and cream suit trousers that were baggier than your average suit trousers but he looked devine.
I looked down at the Gucci bag in my hand then back up at Harry as he came to take Avery out of her pram.
"Are you mad I bought them?" I asked quietly. The nerves bubble of anticipation felt like it was going to pop in my stomach. I held my breath.
"Mad?" Harry looked over his broad shoulder as he unwrapped Avery from her blankets to lift her from her pram. His features softened as he straightened up with Avery in his arms. "Nor' course I'm not mad. I'd rather you didn't waste your money on me. But you bought me a gift, of course I'm not mad"
I let out a breath I didn't realise I'd been holding.
"Come on, let me try them on then" He smiled as I followed him into the living room.
I gave Harry the bag as he passed Avery back to me. I sat on the couch opposite him, Avery cradled into the crook of my arm, as I watched him carefully open the bag and pull out the shoebox. Despite knowing he wasn't angry I somehow couldn't calm my racing heart. I really wanted him to like the gift. If he was disappointed or didn't like them I'd be crushed. He'd been providing so much for us since before Avery was born and this was the first time I was really paying him back in any sort of way. Avery nestled in to my arms, I felt a fresh wave of emotions as I watched her Daddy pull open the shoe box. Time was moving at a snails pace as he pulled back the tissue paper to reveal the sunshine shoes.
I watched as a smile split across his face. "Amazing"
He slipped on shoe then the other, never letting the grin leave his face. He stood and moved away from behind the coffee table to give me a better look. He looked up at me from under his eyelashes.
"What do you think?" His eyes a light with happiness as he shows me the shoes.
"What do you think?" I threw back at him.
"I love them" He whispered looking back down, twisting his ankles to get a better look at them.
I started to blink rapidly trying to stop the tears from falling. Harry crosses the room and bends down placing a soft kiss on my lips and the tears suddenly escaped down my cheeks. I let out a breath as his wipes away my tears with his thumbs.
"Sshhhh, shhhh. Why the tears baby?" He whispered against my lips.
"I just really wanted you to like them" I huff out a laugh at myself.
"I do, Angel. Thank you"
"You're welcome"
*
Despite being on an aeroplane I don't think I'd ever been comfier as I sat wrapped in to Harry's side as we sat in a pair of leather seats. Avery was wrapped up in her bassinet secured in the seats across from us.
My heart skipped as Harry adjusted his arm around my shoulders. My senses were overwhelmed with him. The familiar scent of his soap and aftershave, the feel of his soft, pink chords and the sound of his steady breathing, tickling my neck.
"I had a good day today" I whisper feeling the overwhelming urge to fill the silence and tell him how I feel.
"Good. I'm glad you did" I feel him smile against my hair as he kisses my head and pulls me closer to his side.
"And everything's ok after last night?" He lowers his voice so it comes out even deeper than usual and I feel the vibration in his chest.
I pull back so I can look up at him.
"Yeah, everything good" I smile sweetly.
"Good" He smiles before bending down and his soft lips touch mine. He stills for a beat before his lips move against mine. His hand comes up to cup my chin and his tongue wets my bottom lip and I instinctively open my mouth searching for more before I remember where we are.
"Harry, there's people around" I whisper against his lips, unable to pull myself away completely.
"I know, but I think I'm past caring" He mumbles, his lips breaking into a grin.
"Shouldn't we talk about this? About us? before we start kissing in front of people" I whisper, opening my eyes. He's still so close that I watch as his eyes dart from side to side as they try to focus on me.
"Probably, but kissing you is kind of addictive. I'd much rather do that" His eyes flutter closed as he presses a soft kiss to my lips, then to my cheek then to the tip of my nose.
We're interrupted by the sound of Jeff clearing his throat.
"Aw come on, man" Harry grumbles, reluctantly pulling himself away from me. "You pick your times"
"I know, I'm sorry" and Jeff has the decency to look bashful "but I thought you might want to see this before Nora see's it online" He offers me his iPad.
"See what?" Harry asks peering over my shoulder to read the news article.
I sit in silence as I try to decipher the words on the page. I see the picture of me from this morning. I didn't even know I was being photographed which is evident from my resting bitch face which admittedly does make me look angry but what am I supposed to do? Walk about with a shit-eating grin on my face all day like the Cheshire Cat? Show me one normal human that walks about grinning all day that isn't high?
I scan the words detailing my supposed failing relationship with Harry, a relationship that's barely got off the ground yet what's this going to do to rock the boat. I have a funny sense of dread fall in my stomach but also underlying rage. Who told them these lies? The whole thing is lies! How can they print a whole article that is completely false.
I sit stunned as my eyes scan the article again and again, falling on the images. The images of Harry at lunch with two of the worlds most beautiful women, Cindy Crawford and her daughter. Women I know are close family friends of Harry's and have been in his life for years. I don't want to get into the headspace where these women become competition but that's what shit like this will do to me.
"Is this live?" I look up at Jeff who stands awkwardly in front of us. I know Jeff still doesn't know how to 'deal' with me. our relationship is improving every day we spend together on this tour. We hang out during sound check and loves doting on Avery but he still doesn't know me that well. He has no idea how angry or upset this is going to make me. But it kind of warms my heart for a moment as I realise Harry does. He knows how much this will gut me, especially after our night last night.
"Yeah, I don't know how it's slipped under the radar, I don't know it was being published, sorry" He looks apologetic.
"How can they do this?" I try my hardest not to lose it, to reign in my anger and keep myself articulate.
"Do what?" Jeff cocks his head in confusion.
"Lie like that? None of that is true" I gesture towards the iPad. "How do they get away with that?" I shove the iPad back at Jeff unable to look at it for another second. "Unless Harry got extensions for the afternoon, I'm pretty sure that picture is ancient"
I see a smile fleetingly touch Jeff's lips before he goes in to full manager mode. "Some journalists are very lose in their fact checking. Someone can say they work in Harrys camp with very little proof and they don't double check any of the information they're given hence you end up with articles like this" Jeff tosses the iPad on the table in front of us. "This isn't a very well read magazine but once it hits social media it just needs to be read and retweeted by the right kind of people and it could go viral"
"Don't use that word, you make it sound like some venereal disease. Viral" Harry mutters to himself sounding like an old man. He leans forward, resting his elbows on his knees. I miss the contact of him wrapped around my side, I also want to punch him for being pictured with a bunch of girls calling in to question his dedication to me but I quickly realise I'm being a tad unrealistic considering I had no clue anyone was taking pictures of Avery and I today.
"So what do we do about it?" He asks looking up at Jeff.
"I didn't think you'd want to retaliate?" Jeff looks a bit flustered by Harry's question. He clearly doesn't like being caught on the back foot, as he stands a bit straighter spreading out his shoulders. "You don't usually care about this sort of thing?"
"Well, that was before"
"Before what?" I ask
"Before you" Harry shifts so he's facing me in his seat. "I don't want this to upset you"
"It's just an article" I shrug. "I'm not upset" I look down at my nail polish, just to avoid Harry's eyes.
Silence surrounds me and I lookup to see Harry fixing me with a stare.
"Ok, maybe I'm a little angry" I roll my eyes.
"The quickest thing to do would be to let a few of paps know what time our plane lands" Jeff suggests pushing his hands into the back pockets of his jeans.
"Another airport episode?" I ask warily, my eyes darting from Jeff to see Harry's reaction.
"Yeah..." Jeff pauses, the cogs in his brain working overtime to come up with a scenario that would work. Harry just sits, waiting patiently for Jeff's idea like he's the oracle. Harry obviously trusts his judgement immensely if he's willing to do the thing that bothered him so much only a week ago.
"Ok, you two go out, hand in hand, all smiles, show the world that the article's bullshit. I'll follow behind with Avery, with security..." He looks at me pointedly as if to appease my discomfort "...once the paps have followed you out"
"I don't know..." I eye Harry warily to gauge his reaction. I don't like the thought of being in that situation and not being in control of Avery. If something were to go wrong I wouldn't be able to fix it and as a mother that's a big thing to get over.
"Do you trust me with you're daughter?" Jeff asks casually despite the weight my answer actually holds.
"Yes" I eventually answer.
"Then that's what we'll do" Harry nods.
*
Styles couldn't look happier as he escorted his girlfriend Nora Henley through the airport as they arrived in Berlin for Harry's upcoming show.