Indiscriminate Illusions (Misc. Oneshots)

Wish You Were Here With Me (Gryles)

Pairing: Harry Styles/Nick Grimshaw

Rating: Explicit

Triggers: None

Harry glances down at his hands for the thousandth time in the past few minutes, or more specifically his nails, his brow furrowing as he's met with the sight of the dark varnish once more, his mind spinning in circles as he tries to decide if he should leave it on for tonight's event or remove it before he heads out.

It's not like this is something he's never done before, in fact, he quite enjoys painting his nails on occasion, but it's more of a private indulgence, something he saves for days spent with just the lads or when he's lazing around the house with nothing better to do.

He has yet to go out in public this way, not purposely that is. There have been the few times he's forgotten he had the varnish on of course, so it really isn't all that big a deal, but it sort of is to Harry.

Harry's sure no one would judge him for it, it's just varnish after all, but he's still skittish about it, and he'd rather not deal with the questions regarding his fashion choice which he's sure he'll receive if he leaves his nails the black shade that they are now, but at the same time, Harry thinks it might be worth it in the end.

He feels pretty this way, he likes how his hands look against his dark suit, leaving him torn over if it should stay or go, which is a choice he has to make in the next hour.

Harry's tempted to keep it on since it's already there. He'd done it earlier this morning when he'd found the bottle of black varnish in among his other things, and he hadn't really considered the fact that he'd be attending the Another Man launch later this evening until after his nails had already dried.

Harry's a bit embarrassed over how long he's spent pondering this, hell - he's been staring down at his splayed out fingers for at least ten minutes by this point, but each time he mentally assures himself that he looks wonderful the way he is and he attempts to stand up, his limbs freeze in place.

This is probably the silliest thing Harry's had a fit about, but he can't free himself from this cycle he's locked in, leaving him frustrated and confused as he continues to tell himself that he has to pick one option or the other before he inevitably ends up being late.

And as if the universe had decided to take pity on him in his moment of indecision, Harry's phone rings just then, and when he glances down at the contact name on the wide screen, he sees that it's Nick calling him. Nick will have an answer for him, he always does, and Harry trusts his judgment more than anyone else's.

"Hello popstar," Nick greets him fondly before Harry can speak, his cheerful voice calming Harry down immensely, allowing him to take a deep breath that his lungs have been in desperate need of. "You all ready for the party, you dressed yet?" Nick continues to ramble on without giving Harry a chance to answer his questions. "I want a photo of your suit before anyone else sees it, it's my privilege as your boyfriend after all. I've got to be the first to see Mr. Styles newest look, don't really have the patience to wait for the paparazzi to upload them to Twitter."

"Of course, I'll send you one in a moment." Harry grins although Nick can't see the expression, his smile slipping briefly when he reminds himself that he has to air his internal dilemma before he allows Nick to distract him from the problem he's currently struggling with. "I wish you were going with me," Harry admits quietly, "I'm a bit nervous for some reason."

"Don't be Hazzah, it's just a bunch of pretty people getting together to compliment each other and have some drinks, it's not a show, so you've got no reason to be feeling that way."

"I know," Harry sighs, regretting the fact that he's at his own home instead of Nick's. If he was there, they could be having this conversation face to face, he'd be leaning into Nick's side and Nick would be able to tell that he was in a state without him having to put it into a coherent sentence. "It's just...well, I've got a bit of a problem, and it's silly honestly, but I put varnish on earlier yeah, and I don't really want to take it off, but I'm also not sure if I'm ready to deal with everyone making remarks about it all night."