Stay in tonight with The Miseducation of Harry Styles (1D/R1 RPF, Harry Styles/Nick Grimshaw)

Saturdays are known for being a day or night where people go out and have a good time. But I work Sunday mornings, so I spend most of my Saturdays in my house. What most people don’t realize is I’m usually having just as much – if not more – fun as they are going out. I like to read some fic, usually with a snack and a beverage. So I figured, why not share these things with you? I’m sure there are several of you who prefer to spend your Saturdays the same way I do. Hence “Stay in tonight with … ” was born. I’ll be choosing one fic that is at least 10K words long, and a snack and a beverage inspired by that fic.

Today I’m staying in with The Miseducation of Harry Styles, homemade Hobnobs, and milky tea.

There were a lot of options for food and beverage in this fic, but after reading Harry get so hungover I didn’t think I could stomach any of the alcoholic drinks, so I opted for the safer bet: tea. Nick references green tea a lot in this, but even my grocery store’s extensive collection of imports didn’t have any English green tea. They did, however, have real Hobnobs, which I bought just to taste test before making my own. And let me tell you, the homemade ones are SO MUCH BETTER. They’re like oatmeal shortbread cookies. All butter and crispy oatmeal and deliciousness. Even better dunked in my very safe, milky tea.

This author writes VERY British. It’s hard to describe, and since I’m used to her style it doesn’t seem weird to me at all. But the first time I recced one of her fics to a friend the first thing they said to me was that they didn’t understand all of the words and references. But they still loved the fic, because junkshopdisco is just that brilliant.

I also think that she’s the only fic author I’ve read that really gets Grimmy, or at least gets the Grimmy that I have in my head. She writes him the way I imagine he really is in real life. Slightly disaster-y, but lovely, and full of self-deprecation. The way she writes him becoming obsessed with people – and in this case Harry Styles – is so spot on, imo.

He screws up his nose at the memory, although in his defence, those video diaries were just there and even if it degenerated into the realm of screen stroking, it started out as legitimate research.

This is an older fic, so Harry is still quite young. It’s odd reading it now and thinking about how much Harry has changed but is still exactly the same. Sort of dorky, but still unbearably sexy. It’s this juxtaposition that makes him so bloody attractive, and junkshopdisco really nails it in this fic.

“That’s the thing about Harry Styles,” Nick says, waving his sixth shot at no one in particular, “he looks at you with this earnest kind of… earnestness, all sort of sexy but baffled by, like, life and you feel bad for adding to the endless list of things he’s going to lie awake all night puzzling about. And you want to hate him – like, you really, really want to hate him – you yearn to hate him – because he always looks like he’s just rolled out of bed and breakfasted on knickers and he’s all raspy and sleepy and disgustingly perfect – and you meet him – which I have, like, three times now – and you just can’t, because it’d be like smacking a kitten that just gambolled towards you and presented you with a gift it made specially for you from glitter and sincerity.”

Beyond the general encapsulation of each of their personalities, there are so many little details thrown in – the way Harry sticks his tongue out when he eats, a jibe at how slowly Harry talks, Nick telling Harry about the breakfast show first – that make this fic feel so real. It’s basically my headcanon for how they ended up together.

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It’s not necessarily an easy fic to read, because there is some angsty bits, but it’s a lovely read. It’s one of those poignant things that makes you want to roll around on the floor for a while after you’ve finished. Be prepared and lay down a pillow or something. Eat your hobnobs first.

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Liz has a ginger kitty named Thackery Binx who chirps like a bird and plays fetch like a dog. She reads a lot of slash, and writes a bit as well. She thinks she’s a good cook, she brews beer, she's a total nerd about baseball, she reads YA fiction, she has recently rediscovered her love of pop music, she swears like a sailor.
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