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?
This is awesome. Like, really awesome.
Nick Grimshaw spotted back in Primrose Hill looking sombre after he flew back to be by Pixie Geldof’s side instead of staying in America for Coachella. - 12th April
Cover art for the new single (note the little heart in the corner) and Nick’s instagram photo from a month ago
Nick and Harry turn up four hours late for their own wedding having been on a three day bender in London and Manchester. They walk through Anne’s garden to the cheers of guests who’ve started without them. Harry steps up to the mic and smiles gently around for slightly too long.
'Sorry we're late.'
There’s a mixture of cheers and boos.
'Thanks for coming. I know you were all here to see us tie the knot, but we've got some er, news about that.'
Some doubtful murmurs. Still smiling round at everyone, Harry reaches behind himself and waggles his fingers. Nick looks over from where he’s been chatting to Aimee and comes over to slide his fingers into Harry’s. He leans into the mic.
‘Yeah. We’ve um, sort of.’ He lifts his hand up and wiggles his ring finger where a gold band glints. ‘Done it already.’
A slow rolling cheer starts and there’s a wolf-whistle.
'Yeah,' Harry puts in. 'We couldn't wait.'
Now there’s a ‘Go Harry!’ and the cheer is coming up from the base of everyone’s lungs. Nick ducks in to the mic again.
'He thought you'd be pissed off. I knew you'd be into it though,’ He's having to raise his voice now. 'Cos in the end it's all about…' He pauses, barely suppressing his grin. 'Having a massive party!'
As the bass-line of Crazy in Love kicks in loud above the noise of the crowd, Nick turns to Harry.
And they kiss, grinning, as the dancefloor fills with their drunk friends.
DAMNIT, ANON. i was in bed with good intentions since i have work tomorrow at 9 am and then i got this ask and sat bolt upright and turned on my lamp and put Rather Be on repeat
but like GOD well SHALL WE DO THIS
Pixie Geldof, Nick Grimshaw and Peaches Geldof arrive at the Elle Style Awards at The Savoy Hotel on February 11, 2013 in London, England.