lajflkjada Harry would be so fail at being a film star
"-and seriously, Marcone, what's wrong with what I've got?"
Harry scowled, arms folded over his chest. Even shaved and combed and buttoned up, Harry just exuded scruffiness. John bit back a sigh because well, it was Harry. You could force him into as many suits as possible, but he'd always look unkempt even without trying. Even in a Tom Ford.
(He pictured Harry's tailor Bob clutching his chest in pain at the way Harry managed to desecrate even Zegna with coffee stains. The fact that Zegna even sent another suit for Harry was a miracle in of itself.)
"Harry," said John patiently, "no one turns up to the Oscars in an off the rack from JC Pennys."
"Worthington wore Payless," Harry sulked.
"You're not Worthington," John said. "You're an Oscar nominee -- and yes, I know what you think about award ceremonies and all those words involve four letters and sulking, but Harry? Get in the damn Armani or you're scheduled for a three hours interview with Bianca St.Claire."
Re: Okay, the oscars are more painful than usual...
"-and seriously, Marcone, what's wrong with what I've got?"
Harry scowled, arms folded over his chest. Even shaved and combed and buttoned up, Harry just exuded scruffiness. John bit back a sigh because well, it was Harry. You could force him into as many suits as possible, but he'd always look unkempt even without trying. Even in a Tom Ford.
(He pictured Harry's tailor Bob clutching his chest in pain at the way Harry managed to desecrate even Zegna with coffee stains. The fact that Zegna even sent another suit for Harry was a miracle in of itself.)
"Harry," said John patiently, "no one turns up to the Oscars in an off the rack from JC Pennys."
"Worthington wore Payless," Harry sulked.
"You're not Worthington," John said. "You're an Oscar nominee -- and yes, I know what you think about award ceremonies and all those words involve four letters and sulking, but Harry? Get in the damn Armani or you're scheduled for a three hours interview with Bianca St.Claire."
“I really hate you,” Harry said, glaring.
“Feeling’s mutual,” John said, mouth tipped up.