Infinity | Sequel to Right Now |

Epilogue

Waiting for me, looking peacefully at the horizon of the beautiful city of London he calls so dearly home, Harry Styles sits on a bench at the top of Primrose Hill. He looks at the scenery as if it wasn't the hundredth time he had come here as part as his usual morning walk as he waits for his wife to wake. This is familiar place for me too.  This is where we first met.  This is where he has agreed to meet me again, ten years later, for another exclusive interview with Rolling Stone.  The stakes have changed now, Harry Styles isn't coming out to the world as a solo artist.  He has well proven his place in the music industry, making him one of the most worldwide top selling artist of his generation.  But none of that show as he takes place next to me, generously offering me a cup of homemade coffee in a disposable cup. "If I remember correctly, you like your coffee black, right?" Is what is says to me first. "I do."  I respond, clearly impressed that he genuinely cared and remembers. "Gyns thought you might like some, since you agreed to meet me so early in the morning." He speaks of his wife with an amused smirk on his lips.  It makes me curious about her. 

His wife's success is no secret to the world since the publication of her first novel rumoured to be about him, but their relationship outside of work is kept to themselves. The questions are burning the tip of my tongue, but I let him speak. "She isn't one to raise with the sun. She likes her sleep. I respect that. It gives me time to think and spend some time alone with the kids." The smirk doesn't leave his lips and his sight the horizon. He is so calm and peaceful. I feel as if he is letting me on his thoughts, a witness in his mind. I stay silent. But he looks at me, acknowledging me and the purpose of my presence as he jokes to me. "Would you have guessed that the last time we met?"

In ten years, Harry Styles has become one of the most respected artist in the world. Idol of millions, his fanbase keeps on growing with his achievements. Three albums, debuting at the top of the charts in 84 countries. Two Grammys. Two movies. One Oscar. "One gorgeous wife and two adorable children." He proudly adds, his family being undeniably his greatest achievement over any award.

"Want to come over for breakfast?"

The dynamic inside the house is very welcoming. Tobacco vanilla scented candles are flickering through the living room, with an open laptop and a half drunk cup of coffee next to it. It doesn't take me long to recognise the voice of Tom Jones charming the musical geek inside of me, playing on the retro-looking table turner in the room. Gynie Styles comes my way, greeting me like a lifelong friend, kisses on my cheeks, as we meet for the first time.

Rolling Stones' tee, too large for her, probably her husband's, big and comfortable-looking wool socks, glasses on her nose, she looks like an artist, but not the kind that's premiering her first motion picture tomorrow night in Leicester Square. She is a Mum, first and foremost, to an seven-year-old boy named after Harry's late stepfather, Robyn, and to a five-year-old named after her late grandmother, Lily. "That's a lot of 'Y's in your family." I remark, which gets me the most adorable laugh as she smiles brightly at me. "I never thought of that before."

With the children silently drawing on the dining table, Harry and Gynie cook breakfast in the kitchen, always keeping an eye on them. I feel both like I am a distant witness and part of the family. The chemistry is undeniable between the couple as every question I ask is answered by an anecdote, until Lily joins us and offers me her drawing, sharing the green eyes of both of her parents.

After breakfast, Robyn ask his Mum to go cycle on the tracks behind the house and they leave us with Lily, a true daddy's little girl, painting her father's nails in red. He talks to me about his new album coming out on August 29th. "It's entirely different. Most of my band is still with me since the very start, but I have produced it myself with my own label. This album is pure fun. My last record was the third and last one of my contract with Columbia. I retired from the music scene after that. I wanted to be present for my daughter. I was touring when Robyn was born. I missed all of the important things. I didn't see his first steps, nor heard his first words. I didn't want to do the same with my daughter." He looks at her blowing on his hands. "Retiring for five years in the music industry can kill your career... Did you worry about that?" He smiles and looks at his daughter, before he takes her by the waist and lifts her to sit on his knees. "I did, but it didn't bother me. I was at peace with only being a father for my children if I couldn't make it back into it." He kisses the hair of his daughter as she clings onto his chest strongly. "How did you know it was the right time for you to get back into it?" "I didn't. This album is because I wanted to do it. I had lots of songs burning a hole in my journal. I wanted to record them for fun. It's Gyns that first suggested to make an album with them and to get back out there." "Do you think you'll have the success you once had?" He looks up at me and doesn't say a thing, but gets up, Lily still in his arms. "Follow me."