VANITY FAIR
Lindsay Lohan Says She Turned Down a Late-Night Advance from Harry Styles
Richard Lawson
Lindsay Lohan, a refugee from the aughts now just trying to make an honest way in the world, has confirmed that she is, in fact, dating a 22-year-old Russian heir named Egor Tarabasov, a romance we just heard rumor of yesterday. In an interview with The Sun, brought to our attention by people.com, Lohan says that she and Tarabasov have “been together for about seven months. He is a great guy. I met him in the summer. I’m really happy.” So that’s nice. Good for Lindsay Lohan and her young Egor.
But also contained in this interview is something far more urgent and mysterious. Not a confirmation of something, but a suggestion, a rumor whispered from the mouth of one of its subjects. You see, Lindsay Lohan says she was once sorta propositioned by One Direction heartthrob Harry Styles, and that she said no.
Can you believe it? You don’t have to. There is no proof, other than Lohan’s not entirely reliable word. But here is what she said, just in case.
Lohan told the paper that she was in her hotel room late one night and there was a rap-rap-rapping upon the door. She put on her nightcap, grabbed the bedside candle, and tip-toed to the door. When she opened it, there was a young man, in a suit. “I didn’t know it was him,” Lohan says. “He was in a suit. I said, ‘Well, you’re very good-looking [Ed. note: this, at least, we can confirm]—can I help you?’ That was it.”
That was it! Can you believe it? But wasn’t there more? Mustn’t there have been some sort of dialogue exchanged? Lohan says not really.
“He was like, ‘I’m Harry. Gavin and Michael sent me here.’ I was in bed. I was like, ‘I’m going to bed but it was nice to meet you.’ It was 2am, I had just come back from an AA meeting. I looked like shit too. I was wearing a big hotel robe, I had a slip under it. It was not a good look.”
Lohan says that the next day she told her sister, Ali, who totally freaked out. As any sane person would do. Many people the world over, perhaps even some writing gossip items on a Thursday morning, have dreamed of just such an encounter: Harry Styles, suit clad and expectant, knocking on your chamber door in the still of the night. And yet, when presented with this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, Lindsay Lohan didn’t recognize him and turned him down! It’s something approaching an outrage.
But, what can you do. The heart wants what it wants, and in that moment, Lindsay Lohan’s heart wanted to go back to bed. (And, quite possibly, wanted to not be the butt of some weird prank, or worse, that Harry Styles’s friends had played on them both? It’s possible.) More fool it, but what can you do. And look, we certainly don’t know for sure that this even happened. Maybe Lindsay dreamed it. Or maybe Harry was there for another reason. Maybe he said, “The front desk told me this was Louis’s room.” And Lindsay said, “No, I’m Lindsay.” And Harry frowned and said, “Oh. Well then where’s Louis?, before wandering off in search of his true companion that night.
That’s possible, isn’t it? A simple L-name confusion? The fact is, we’ll never know exactly what, if anything, happened late that night in the hushed space between hotel room and hallway. That is a moment lost in the dim swirl of history, I’m afraid. Of course we can speculate. And we can travel on fantasy’s gossamer wings and place ourselves there, imagine ourselves bending the arc of fate in a different direction that night. But that’s about all we can do.
I suppose we can also trust that everything worked out the way it was supposed to in the end. Lindsay Lohan found her Egor. And Harry … Well, I think it’s fair to say that Harry eventually found who he was looking for that night, too. Don’t you think?
