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04/29/2023 11:24 PM
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HOWARD STERN INTERVIEW
HARRY
HOWARD STERN
“well, alright - look at this! look who i’m sitting here with. harry styles! now, tell me something this new brand you have out now.”
“yeah!” harry shifted to get comfortable on the seat, adjusting the headphones to his ears now as the interview began.
"did you just get really high one day and decide you wanted to have something else with your name on it?” the questions began to come at him already, he drew in a deep breath and with a nod he started to put together his response. howard stern had a way of saying things, asking things - it was part of why he was incredibly hard to interview with but harry knew how to handle it at this point.
“um..-” he began, quickly getting cut off.
“because to me, i like this..its an interesting product and brand to start. its crazy..an artist such as yourself starting this type of brand, right?” howard continued on.
“well, i -" howard’s voice cut through his again.
“what does the weed do to..-“
“well, what does it do to you?” harry cut his response off now. he watched the small smirk that perked at the corner of howard’s lips, it clearly was a game to him.
“ah, well, i’m old now..a geezer. but i mean, i felt good. giggled a lot…and yanno..happy over all feeling.”
"so, kinda the same here. i mean, at first it was the reason why i used it. though i never saw it as a ‘i don’t wanna be in the real world’ type thing. i smoked with friends..and i realized how i reacted to different strains and it honestly just made me think about how each one made me feel different. some would help me relax, sleep and what not. others would give me energy, creativity to write. i liked learning the science behind it, there’s so much more than we know about it.” the slow draw of his voice went on, articulating his words exactly as he meant them.
“they say smoking is bad for singers though, no?”
“i mean, it dehydrates my voice a lot. i will smoke when i’m off, but i tend to mess more with tinctures or edibles. we’re coming out with a tincture to add to coffee, or any drink of your choice.”
“what does your mom think about this?”
“my mum is happy with anything i do, unless she truly sees it as wrong..though she knows i am allowed to make my own mistakes.”
“does she think it’s a mistake?” the question came at him as soon as he ended his sentence. harry exhaled a chuckle, clearing his throat quietly.
“no, she doesn’t.”
“she’s okay with you doing drugs and promoting them?”
“i wanted to do this to take away from the negative light weed has been in since the beginning of time. it’s more than a drug, it’s an aid to many people who have issues with..-“
“you realize you have a very young fanbase, right?” cut off, again. he kept himself collected, the heel of his shoe tilting and rubbing against the metal rest of the stool beneath him.
“i do. again, it’s more than a drug. my products will not be sold to anyone under the legal age. it’s for medicinal and recreational purposes. it helps people with glaucoma, crohn’s disease, people undergoing cancer treatments, epilepsy, chronic pain, anxiety, depression..mental health is a big thing too.”
“mental health, that’s something i hear people discuss a lot lately.”
“yes, i love seeing everyone being open about it. asking for help when they need it.”
“do you go to therapy?”
“yeah.”
“how many times a week do you go?”
“i don’t go as often as i’d like to because my therapist is in LA.”
“ah, i see. you can’t face time?”
“i mean, i wanted to get one in new york..since i live there. but i had a lot of trouble getting in my own way of things..realistically trying to put it off as much as i could.”
“in other words, it took you a long time to make the decision to go to therapy?”
“yeah, there was just this thing about it like…oh everyone i know is in therapy. and i don’t need it..and i wanted to be the guy that didn’t need it. but then someone described it as ‘you can go to therapy, talk to someone about anything and you pay them..and they’re not allowed to tell anyone. and i was like..’that sounds great!’” he chuckled, his brows raising slightly as he continued.
“so, you like it?”
“yeah, i mean.. it does help. i’m glad i took the right step towards it.”
“okay, so with your career and everything you have going on..what does he have to say about some of the songs you write? or about this whole drug thing?” he could tell howard was quick to cling onto the specific word that could derail the interview into another thing he didn’t want to go too in depth about. drugs and therapy, sensitive subjects though he felt just open enough to speak on now.
“well, i mean, she..-“
“oh, it’s a she?”
“yeah -“
“iiiinteresting..”
“i worry about you going to a woman therapist.”
“no, i’m gonna say no before you even -“ he held his hand up as if trying to make him halt howard’s train of thought. shaking his head and sharing an awkward laugh with the rest of the onset crew.
“can i tell you why?”
“…sure.” he was hesitant but let him have at it, maybe some part of him would be satisfied enough to say just this bit.
“because you’re gonna f***in’ seduce her..i don’t mean literally. but -“
“howard, i’m married.”
“you’re missing my point.”
“uh..” he drew his brows together, slightly confused as to what exactly was the point of this.
“first of all, your father left…”
“mm.” a low sigh vibrated against his lips, trying to figure out how to get off this topic.
“so, you’ve got some father issues. you need a strong man in your life.”
“okay, are you stepping up?” he joked, trying to lighten up the mood.
“no, i’m not a therapist - i got my own headaches, not taking on yours.” howard laughed along now, harry looked back at him trying to decipher the man’s line of thinking.
“but i’m saying, a woman…with you and women it’s tricky…-“
“no, i mean, i think she’s amazing. she definitely..well, yeah, we have built this environment where we can talk about anything and -“
“so, she’s not falling in love with you?” another cut off, another question.
“no.” he shook his head, his voice more stern now. the subject was absurd, especially after being open about his relationship to his now wife. he wondered what the reasoning to this could be, though he also knew this was typical for howard - to stir the pot, to draw out conclusions of his own. howard wasn’t convinced, shaking his own head to harry’s response.
“no.” he answered again.
“you’re not worried about looking weak in-front of her or vulnerable?” his co-host chimed in.
“no..i mean..-“
“he’s gonna f*** this woman, i’m tellin’ ya. raise your hand if you agree with me.” howard raised his hand, laughing as he pointed to the people behind the cameras. he felt the disrespect now, annoyance growing on his expression. the amount of times he’d have to mention his marriage, how many times did he have to say no before his answers were taken seriously.
“no, she’s my therapist. she’s great, i respect her, she respects me. and yeah, it works.”
“alright…let’s get back to the dispensary.”
“okay.” he bit the inside of his lip momentarily before sitting up to adjust his posture.
“we had some tweets come up about it. piers morgan tweeted ‘first wearing dresses and now drugs, what’s next?’ and another tweet from..candace owen’s talking about how your fanbase consists of young and impressionable kids…how do you feel about these responses to your new project?”
“i think everyone has a right to their own opinion, they are allowed to say how they feel just as i am allowed to do what i wish to do with my career and work on projects as i see fit. i don’t expect everyone to always agree and love what i do…but everything i do comes from a place of love, a place of positivity and genuine desire to want to help and i think…-“
“we see birdie responded to the tweet saying ‘you must have liked him in that dress since you keep bringing it up’” he hated hearing her name coming from him, he could sense the subject was about to shift again. he fiddled with the ring on his finger, slightly clenching his jaw as he watched him from across the room.
“yes, she did and.. -“
“you both recently got married?”
“yes, earlier this month.”
“did you see her on euphoria and said ‘i want some of those’ or how did you two meet?” harry began to glare at him, visibly annoyed by howard’s choice of words.
“i did see her performance on euphoria. she’s incredibly talented, honestly i admire her work ethic and how much she has going on right now..she’s starring in and producing films. she’s been nominated for emmy’s, dozens of awards. um, we met at an after party -“
“so, i saw that there was something on tmz regarding an ex boyfriend of hers and -“
“i’m gonna stop you there before you continue.” the anger boiled within, knowing this was specifically a topic they had agreed to not discuss moments before the interview.
“a restraining order?”
“no.”
“so, there’s no restraining order? it has a picture of the legal document on it, is tmz lying?”
“i am not commenting on this.” his voice grew deeper, graveling with silent rage.
“his name is william barlow, he’s a photographer…he’s saying that you’ve blacklisted him..and practically stole birdie from him..claiming that -“
“i am not commenting on this, change the subject now.” hearing his name spoken out loud followed by the lies will had spewed made him stir in his seat, emerald hues staring a hole into howard from the other side of the room.
“i just want to know…if it’s worth it because why are two successful men fighting over a nice rack?” harry stood from his seat, knocking over the microphone stand and tearing the headphones off the top of his head.
“he’s saying you blacklisted him..is this true?” his hand tightened into a fist, feeling his wedding band dig into his skin. a silent reminder of her, even if she wasn’t there physically in the moment..she was always there. it was enough to keep him calm enough to answer one last time into the microphone.
“i’m not f***ing doing this. you will not disrespect my wife..you will not disrespect me.” and with that, he shoved the seat out of the way, exiting the room.
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