He’s tall, around the 6ft mark, and carries himself with a slight stoop. “That’s frickin’ Harry frickin’ Styles,” whispers a young man at the bar, “in this pub.” The pop star is asked what he wants to drink and in a voice already inclined to undertones, quietly orders a cup of tea.Ī former teen star who is now 25, a happier and rockier solo artist since his boyband One Direction split a few years ago, Styles has hidden himself inside a large, swamp-green parka. Instead, the two-dozen punters turn hushed and intent, as if a unicorn has just trotted in off the street, and nobody wants to scare it off. If there was an old vinyl record player in the place it would scratch quiet. H ere he comes, one of the planet’s most conspicuous young men, stepping out of the London drizzle and into a dusty suburban pub.
