i feel like the AU would just be all of them at coachella!! which actually has its own adorable perks, omg. nick and harry being disgustingly soppy and PDA-y while they’re at some concert of a band they used to both be obsessed with, just stood in the crowd kissing slowly while their teenage daughter stands there, bright red, like “can you stop, jesus christ, you’re disgusting and everyone’s watching!”
because of course they’d let her go but not let her go off by herself
"i know too well what sort of things you youths get up to in these tents," nick says when she begs to go off alone, shaking his finger, his other arm wrapped around harry’s shoulder. harry is three beers deep and letting nick take responsible-parent duties for the day. "drugs, rock and roll, threesomes, animal sacrifices - oh god, i’m giving you ideas."
harry snorts tipsily. “we did have a bit of a good time in one of those tents, in 2016, didn’t we-“
"oh my god shut up,” their daughter hisses, mortally offended. “dad.”
"we’ve done everything but the animal sacrifice in those bloody tents, darling," nick says, giving harry a fond kiss on the cheek.
"uuuuuuuuuuuughhhhhhhhhhhhhh," groans their daughter, and harry just lets her have the rest of his beer and puts his arm around her shoulders as they sway back and forth to some concert, their weird little family with their arms all entwined.
"i hate this," she says once, not meaning it all, her head resting tiredly on harry’s shoulder, and nick tousles her hair gently.
"i know you do, love. take pity on your old dads. soon you’ll be off gallivanting with some older man, letting him take you places and following him around like a lovestruck puppy-"
"like i did!" harry says cheerily.
Title: Apocalypse Song
Fandom/pairing: 1D/Radio 1 RPF, Nick/Harry
Rating/word count: Explicit / 50052 words
Summary: As it turns out, the apocalypse isn’t all action scenes and handheld camera shots. It’s boiling water, and dodging vitamin deficiencies, and trying to get lube out of the sheets.
Or, a year after a lethal virus wipes out nearly all of the world’s population, Harry and his found family build a life with what they have left.
Or, a post-apocalyptic curtain fic.
Notes: Of course there’s a happy ending. Who do you take me for?
if i had to guess?
EDIT: I FORGOT COLLETTE FUCK
harry in los angeles fixing up his new pad and nick at an ikea in hackney very likely fixing up his own new pad u know what i’m thinking
Pixie Geldof and Nick Grimshaw in Primrose Hill, on the 15th of October, 2011.
omf thatdbesuper duper cute
Earlier this evening, it was Grimmy’s turn to do his one man show, entitled ‘Team Hate’. A powerpoint presentation (*BBC voice* other presentation programmes are available) of the 50 things he hates most in the world .
Some of the things on the list included rich people who pretend they’re normal, stepping on newpapers, Amanda Holden, and Ke$ha were just some of things/people he ranted about in his first ever stand up show.