what i think it's like to go to the grammys with harry (headcanon)
after any really sincere thank you speeches—where the room swells with a much needed dose of gratitude, he'll look at you while you're clapping to lean over and say "that was nice"
keeps refilling your drink when you're not looking
before he leaves the house, looks closely at himself in a mirror and takes a deep breath then he smiles widely and says "preeetttyyyy sharp"
as his stylists are flittering around him before he walks the carpet, he puckers his lips at you for a bit o' good luck
does a really good job of pretending he's not nervous with excited jokes and the brightest smile but he's unusually quiet and searching for your eyes every once and awhile for a reassuring smile
does that loud ass whistle for any of his friends and fellow musicians and when he does it a bit too close to you, he puts his hands over yours on your ears and pouts out an apology
right before he's about to go on he gives you a look solely reserved for you, a complete mix of disbelief, excitement and pure terror. then he takes a deep breathe, winks and then the show starts
just staring at each other after his name called, both of you completely too stunned to move. he lets jeff pull him up before hugging him. he'll squeeze you tight before he goes up, too baffled to even think to kiss you, just huffs a "what the fuck!" in your ear before he has to scurry on stage
finds some special secret way to thank you or keeps it simple by letting out a quiet laugh as he tries to emphasize around the particularly general thank-you's, though addressed to all large number of people in his life--really it's just for you
exactly 21 kisses to celebrate once he's snuck back to you
definitely some suggestive joke about how you should celebrate whispered into your ear, something to do with the subject matter of the song perhaps🤭
still in absolute disbelief, calling his mom with shaky hands
he barely can get a call into Gemma before he has to shut his phone off because how many congratulations he's getting
bursting into giggles whenever he remembers he won
"and then, yeah, i just left it up there." he tacks on bashfully to the story each time he tells it, his shrug dipping deeper and words slushing together more as the night goes on
"get to sleep with a grammy award winner tonight. lucky you," he'll whisper to you with a wag of his eyebrows
he's absolutely off his ass by the end of the show and he's already started to wander around, taking Kelly Rowland up on the offer of one of the granola bars in her purse
he gets a bit caught up in everything and gets dragged away a few times at the after party but so he'll have a few minutes of panic as he tries to find you in the crowd, each time you're greeted with a big dopey smile when he finally finds you
takes a billion pictures with the award after, some of it just in his hand, some with jeff, a few with it proudly shown off as he lays in your lap
when you finally corral him into the town car to go home, he slumps against you with his eyes already shut. the blazer long spread out over your laps like a blanket as he hums contently into your ear. "feels like a dream. a really, really good dream," he mumbles before he passes out
