#grammrry

“Hi lovie. I’m not keeping you from anything am I?” He asked, not wanting to ruin your nighttime routine.

“Hi lovie. I’m not keeping you from anything am I?” He asked, not wanting to ruin your nighttime routine.

“No, no. Not at all. Wouldn’t even matter if you were anyways.” 

Harry smiled and laid back on his bed, running a hand over his forehead and back through his hair. He pictured you in a similar position, laying in your own bed across the city. He wished you could be laying beside him instead, but your relationship was only recently new and it was too soon to be sleeping over. 

There had been too many people coming and going in Harry’s life that it took him a little longer than most people to become comfortable, and safe, around the people he was dating. He was beginning to think you may be the exception though. There weren't many nights he wasn’t thinking of having you next to him always. He craved the intimacy of falling asleep with you and then waking up in the morning with you still wrapped around him. 

For now, he would have to deal with the fact you were across town and would see you in a matter of hours to get ready for the Grammys.

“Thank you.” Harry said quietly, more for himself than you.

“I forgot to tell you earlier, but my mum says have fun tomorrow.” You said.

“I wish she could be there with us all. I wish my own mum could be there, y’know?” Harry sadly chuckled, wishing more than anything he could spend more time with his loved ones and ones who love him.

“I have no doubt she has subscribed to Paramount plus especially to watch the Grammys, lovie.” That much you knew. Harry chuckled and nodded because he knew you were right. His mum was his biggest supporter, as any mum should be, and he was lucky to have a mum like her.

“I know.”

“She’s so proud of you, H.” You made sure he was reminded.

“I’m more proud of her.”

“Give yourself a little credit. You’ve not always had it easy either. The way the media harrasses you, I would have given up years ago.” 

“I wouldn’t have let you give up, just like you don’t let me.”

“You didn’t know me way back when, H.” You chuckled over the phone and Harry’s heart beamed like sunshine at the sound. There was no better sound for him now. Not even awards calling his name. 

“I wish I did. I wish I could have met you sooner.” He replied honestly, moving one hand onto his chest and over his heart where it stopped. If he pressed hard enough he could feel you there, where his heart was beating a little extra rapidly for you. No one had ever made him or his heart feel the way you do and his biggest regret in life was not having found you and that feeling years ago. Now you existed in his life, it made all the other moments seem insignificant to the ones you were now creating together. 

“Don’t think about it like we’ve wasted time, lovie. Think about it like we needed to break and fix our own hearts, to become stronger, before we could find the strength to begin again with each other. I think my heart is stronger for you than anyone else because of all the heartbreak it took to find you.”

Late night conversations with you were not a rarity, but it wasn’t common for you both to be so ‘heart-on-sleeve’ with each other. You were only 3 months into your relationship, having spoken for a couple months before that too, but both of you clearly felt something more than just a simple attraction for one another. Harry didn’t want to call it love, because he knew the consequences of falling in love too quickly, but he was scared that’s just what his feeling for you was. Little did he know you felt exactly the same way.

“I…” Harry had to stop himself short, “I think my heart is stronger for you too.” 

Harry looked up at his white ceiling, running a hand over his stubble beard that he would have to shave in the morning. Then he looked over to the other side of the bed. The neat side of the bed, where the sheet was still tucked into the mattress. He ran his hand over the expanse of the vacant bed and swallowed back a tearful lump at the back of this throat.

“I miss you.” Harry said softly. 

What he really meant to say was; I need you here. I love you.

You were quiet for a moment, making Harry think he said the wrong thing, but it was only because you were trying not to cry. Your heart hurt over the thought of it taking so much courage for Harry to be so open with his words. His feelings had often been so vulnerable to the crazed media and ex-partners, but with you he had never felt so safe. His feelings had never felt more protected and accepted. You knew what his words really meant and he could tell what you meant when you whispered the words back too. “I miss you too.” 

I love you too. 

•••••••••

Harry had gotten a good seven hours of sleep.

You had gotten a few more, since Harry had stayed on the phone to tell you stories of his life to lull you to sleep. Something about knowing you were peacefully sleeping made Harry fall asleep so easily. He knew you would be able to help, even if you didn’t realise it.

It was now only an hour before Harry had to head off to the Grammy red carpet venue. It was so hectic in his house, where he was hosting pre-drinks and the getting ready antics. Harry Lambert was busy ironing all of Harry’s outfits for the 15th time and Anthony would not stop taking photos. Jeff was busy social networking with Harry’s friends and family, whilst Harry was busy checking his phone for text messages off you.

Y/N: I’m here xx

Harry smiled, leaving his phone on top of his kitchen counter before jogging to his front door in excitement. He was dressed in a rainbow patterned jumpsuit and white boots, his hair styled so perfectly. He looked so fun and young, representing the younger generation of artists this evening.

He opened his front door and smiled so brightly when he saw you standing at the front door looking so pretty. Your hands were cradling a box of cupcakes, a bunch of flowers and a heart-shaped balloon. All of the gifts were lovely, but nothing could put a bigger smile on his face than you.

“Baby…” He pouted when he saw you, cupping his hands over his cheeks as his mouth gaped in shock.

“Surprise! Happy Grammy day!” You giggled excitedly, laughing at his initial shock and love-heart eyes on you.

“You didn’t have to do any of this.” He put his hands over his heart, itching to just have you in his arms now. 

He moved forward to take the cakes and flowers off of you, placing his other hand on your waist to tug you closer to him. He softly laughed as he desperately pulled you closer and titled his head down to kiss you. He didn’t wait a single second to kiss you senseless, giving you more than just a sweet peck. Your hand not holding the balloon snaked up to around his neck and held him close, making his lips crush over yours again and again. 

He tasted like a winner already with your cherry soaked lips on his.

You pulled away flustered, cheeks blushing and lips wanting so much more. You licked your lips to conceal Harry’s taste with you and Harry’s beady eyes watched every movement like he would be tested on it later.  

“Y’look amazing.” Harry spoke quietly, just wanting his words to be heard by your ears. 

“Thank you.” You blushed, not knowing how else to respond. “Did you forget a t-shirt?” You joked, snaking your hand down from around his neck and over his chest. His skin reacted by giving him a chill of goosebumps and a sense of pride rushed over you for being able to make him react in such a way.

“Just thought I’d get my tits out for you, baby.” He joked in return.

“And your millions of fans.” You patted his chest right over his heart he had been touching before.

“No. Just for you.” Harry reiterated, needing you to understand, like most things, he did this for you. He knew how much you loved it when he embraced his own masculinity and showcased who he truly was with his clothing, so when it came to choosing outfits for events he always kept you in mind and what you thought might be a good option. It seemed he had chosen well with the way your eyes had dilated upon taking him all in. 

Harry couldn’t help but lean in to kiss you one more time, turning into two, three and four. You smiled into the end two, making it harder for Harry to kiss your soft lips but he made do anyway. He couldn’t get enough of you, not even caring that he now had lipstick on and around his own lips.

“Are you coming in?” Harry asked, always making sure you were comfortable with everything before making you actually do it.

“I need the loo, so yes please.” You nodded. Harry took your spare hand in his and he walked you through the front door, shutting it with his foot behind him. 

He could tell you were nervous by the slight tremor in the hand he was holding, but he gave you a soft squeeze to let you know you were alright. He realised it was daunting to be in a room with a group of people you barely knew, apart from Harry Lambert and Jeff, so he made sure to stick close by. 

All Harry ever talked about to his friends was his undying adoration for you, but the majority of them had yet to meet you because Harry enjoyed keeping you just his for as long as possible. Your relationship wasn’t public, but even if it was your social media were private so the fans wouldn’t get a hold of anything anyways. Harry’s friends knew he had someone romantic in his life, because his smile hadn’t been so bright in years. 

They were all excited to meet the person responsible for the rebirth of Harry’s happiness. 

“Y/N!” Harry Lambert shouted across the room, putting down his iron and walking over to you with open arms. You would’ve done the same, but Harry kept a grounding hold on your hand, which you were very thankful for, and so you let Harry Lambert reach you before hugging him the best you could. 

“Hi!” You laughed as Harry Lambert hugged you.

“Oh you look incredible, darling!” He gasped as your outfit, similar to the way your Harry had. 

“Thank you.” You, once again, blushed.

“Harry is very lucky.” 

“I know.” Your Harry spoke up, pulling you back into his side with a tug of your hand. You smiled as he kissed the top of your head, feeling the butterflies all over. Your nerves were already calming just by having him close by like this.

“I need pictures of you two later, okay?” Harry Lambert warned you, knowing that you would both try and get out of it.

Once he had walked away, Harry walked you into the kitchen some more and dumped the cakes and flowers on the obscenely large kitchen counter. A chorus of hellos sounded as you both walked in the room and made yourselves present.

Harry took his time introducing you to every person, getting you to hug them as you did so. Everyone was so kind and lovely, complimenting you on your beauty and your outfit and your ability to bring out the best in Harry. You began to feel a little tearful towards the end of greeting people and after you were done you told Harry you were going to the toilet.

He didn’t think twice about it, until you still hadn’t come back after ten minutes. Yes, women stereotypically take longer than men in the toilet but ten minutes was quite long for you. So he went in search of you, seeing as you had to leave in five minutes anyways.

He went straight upstairs to his bedroom, knowing you would’ve chosen his bathroom rather than the downstairs one out of familiarity. He knocked on the door softly before opening it slowly. When he made it inside, he softly shut the door behind him to notice you weren’t in the bedroom. He rounded the corner to the bathroom and that’s when he saw you standing at the bathroom mirror with a tissue, drying away the tears that had clearly been running stray. 

“Baby… What happened?” Harry cooed, walking in the room and urging you to face him by cupping your cheeks delicately. 

You looked to the ceiling, trying to keep the next round of tears at bay, before shrugging your shoulders at Harry with a sad chuckle. “I don’t know what came over me! Just feeling a lot of emotions right now. Proud of you but then just feeling so loved and accepted by your friends.. It’s.. I.. Just, it’s a lot!” You laughed at how silly it sounded now you were trying to explain how you felt.

“Oh you emotional softie. You’re going to be a right water fountain today, aren’t you?” He rhetorically asked, but you nodded with a laugh regardless. 

“I can’t control it!” You exclaimed, your eyes watering over again. Harry chuckled at you, eyes crinkling and dimples showing from smiling so hard. “I’m not even sad. If anything I’m too happy!” 

“Well that’s a good thing, hmm?” 

“Yes, it is. Sorry!” You apologised for crying, feeling silly. “This is so embarrassing.” 

“Cry all you want, baby. It’s your day as much as it is mine. Any wins are yours to celebrate too.”

“Oh fuck off, you’re making me cry again…” You whined and Harry laughed along with your tears, before helping you reset your makeup in time to leave. 

•••••••••

You were backstage at the Grammys, in a room large enough to house all of Harry’s friends and family he had brought with him. 

Since you two weren’t publicly official, you decided it best if you stayed in the back room whilst Jeff, Kid and Tyler sat at the table with Harry. 

You had cried so much already from Harry winning best pop vocal album and his performance was just absolutely perfect. Someone had even had to bring another box of tissues for you, since you’d finished the first one you had been given. 

Anthony Pham had been taking photos of all the backstage fun and reactions, since Harry had asked to be kept updated on everything. Especially all of your reactions and enthusiasm. You had recorded yourself dancing and singing to his performance, ready to show him later.

“Oh my god, it’s the album of the year category.” Someone screamed and you pulled yourself away from the conversation you were having with Sarah to watch the screen.

You were already sitting on the sofa, but the next few moments of your life would be grateful for that.

The fans of the artists lined up on the stage, ready to give their respective artists the Grammy. Harry’s fan was an older woman and you aspired to be her when you were older. You couldn’t wait for the day you were 70 years old and still attending a Harry Styles concert with a feather boa. The woman was so cute and she reminded you of your grandma. Harry loved interacting with old people, so you were sure he would find her and hug her no matter the outcome of the award.

Trevor Noah stood centre stage and held the card in his hand. Everyone was on the edge of their seats waiting to hear the reveal for the biggest and most prestigious category the Grammys offered. 

“And the Grammy for album of the year goes to…” Trevor said.

He opened the envelope and paused for dramatic effect. 

You sat on the edge of the sofa, your leg bouncing anxiously. You clasped your hands together and stared at the screen so you didn’t miss a single moment. 

You were confused when Trevor didn’t announce the winner and instead moved over the fan of Harry. People in the room around you started to gasp lightly, catching on to what might be. Then the woman shakily held onto Trevor as she said the name.

“H-Harry Styles.” She said before screaming in congratulations. 

Your head fell into your hands as you sobbed. You had never cried so hard before, but this was an emotion worthy moment. Your sobs were heavy and loud, but they were silenced by the roar of cheers and laughter in the room. You were too buried in your hands to see, but everyone was up and screaming for Harry, running around the room. Sarah and Mitch had collapsed on one another in happiness. 

Someone came and hugged you from where you were hunched over. “He did it, Y/N, he did it!” They screamed excitedly and you couldn’t help but just cry and cry. You had never felt pride like this. 

Your emotions were so strong for someone who you’d only gotten to know for a mere five months. You were overwhelmed by how you felt for Harry in that moment, feeling nothing but… love.

Taking your face out of your hands you sat up and watched him with blurry eyes on the screen with his award. He himself looked really tearful and shaky with adrenaline. You just couldn’t put into words how you felt in that moment. 

The next five minutes were a complete blur. From Harry accepting the award from the woman, to Harry’s speech with Tyler and Kid. After they walked offstage you started crying all over again the minute someone said; “Harry is a three time Grammy winner!” 

You had no idea what you were going to say to him when you saw him, even if you saw him again tonight. No doubt he would be swept up in interviews, photos and parties. No matter, because you would have the rest of forever to express how proud you were of him. 

Anthony was busy snapping photos and you reminded yourself to have a look at them later, when you could actually see past your blurry eyes. 

As you started blowing your nose on a new tissue the uproar in the room started again and you shot your head around to see what was going on, only to see your boyfriend walk into the room with his Grammy held high. He cheered as his eyes watered, people patting him and ruffling his hair. Sarah gave him a tight hug and he kept on thanking her, no doubt because she had much of a part in the album as Harry did. 

You kept back, wanting Harry to get treated with the love from his closest friends and family first. You kept crying, picking out new tissues from the box every twenty seconds from how quickly you were using them. You definitely knew you looked a state, shoulders shaking from crying and clapping your hands in cheer. 

Harry’s eyes kept on you as he hugged the last few people, not turning his head away for one moment. You shook your head as you warned him not to come close, because he would only make the crying worse. You held out your hand to keep him at bay, walking backwards as he walked forwards. Harry was quicker than you, though, and used the arm not holding his Grammy to pick you up at the waist and give you a twirl. He spun you around, before safely landing you back down. 

You laughed out a sob when you finally got to look up at him close. A strand of his hair had fallen down over his forehead, but you made no effort to move it back into place. 

Cupping his cheeks with your shaky hands you licked your lips to wipe away the salty tears. His own tears were now silently falling, his eyes intensely focusing on you. His thumb was stroking soothing lines into your back and all you could think about was how he made you feel.

“Harry… I..” You started, hiccuping in between words.

Harry nodded encouragingly, “It’s okay. You can say it.” His eyebrows frowned as he anticipated what you’d say next.

“I.. I love you.” You said with a smile. 

Harry smiled nodding. He knew that’s what you wanted to say, because luckily he felt exactly the same way about you.

Harry had gotten his hair done, styled to perfection, and had been given a Gucci shirt and sweater to put on the top half of his body. He was being brave and not going dressed on his bottom half, admitting that no one will see anyways. It was funny to see him walk around in Calvin Klein briefs and then a yellow Gucci shirt with blue Gucci sweater.

You weren't complaining though.

"Here you go Mr Grammy-Nominated-Styles!" Glenne handed Harry a glass of expensive champagne, to which he laughed at.

"Thank you - even though I haven't won anything yet." He took the glass and placed it on the coffee table in front of him. He had set up his laptop in the lounge, sitting on the comfortable velvet sofa to calm him. He thought about sitting in the study, but felt that would be too formal for a stay-at-home awards show.

You were standing off to the side, drinking you ice-cold water, watching as Harry was interacting with Jeff as he rehearsed his acceptance speech again and again. You'd helped him write most of it, but you suggested it needed a professional opinion like Jeff's to solidify it. Glenne started talking to Kendra, one of Harry Lambert's assistants, and Harry, himself, was busy pouring himself a glass of Prosecco and nibbling on the few snacks you'd made.

Looking at Harry you'd never felt so much pride.

He had made it exactly where he never believed he would. Winning a Brit is one thing, but winning a Grammy - well that was something worth crying over. You would bet money on him crying during his acceptance speech, but then he would purposefully not cry just so he could win. You'd only been with Harry since 2017, when his solo career really took off, but the happiness you felt for him was larger than anyone else's in the room - not that it was a competition.

The iPhone in your pocket started to ring and so you picked it up as quickly as you could. You only had your ringer on for Harry and for your family; specifically your mum.

"Hello mum." You answered, knowing it was her without having to look at the ID.

"Y/N, darling! I can't find the right channel to watch the Grammy's, what do I do?" She asked quickly and you looked to the clock to see it was nearly time for it to start. You mum had always been so proud of Harry and his achievements. He was looked after, by her, like the son she never had. When you had informed her of Harry being nominated for such a prestigious award she cried on the phone with you for almost half-an-hour. It was embarrassing to be honest, but then you think about how you reacted and maybe she was just a little bit calmer than you.

"Mum calm down, Jesus!" You laughed at her before walking into the sun room, which was like the lounge however the whole room was floor-to-ceiling in glass so the sun would always shine in it - perfect in summer - where there was a TV to check the channel for her.

"Is Harry okay?" She asked you, hearing her potter around on the other end of the line. Your mum had a tendency to always have to be doing something - she could never sit around for anything unless it was super important. She had to leave the auditorium when it was your graduation because she'd "sat down too long".

You turned on the TV and flicked through the channels for her. Her and your dad were currently staying downtown - after getting stuck over here because of covid. In some ways it was better though, because you were close by if anything were to happen and you could still go on outdoor walks with them - masks and 6-fix apart permitting. They were renting a little semi-detached house from one of Harry's friends, so they even got it for a discounted price.

"Yeah I think so. Mixture of nerves and excitement." You replied, still flicking through whilst looking at the clock to see you had 2 minutes left.

"Harry!" You heard from the other room, making you instantly think that he probably spilled the champagne down his Gucci clothes - because man was he messy. He could never get through a meal without leaving a stain on the tablecloth or accidentally dropping a bit of food on the floor. An absolute man-child he was.

"Tell him he has nothing to be nervous about, from me. He's going to be perfect." She said, and you knew that she meant every word.

"I will do- ah! Channel 74 mum." You told her, before turning the TV back off again. You waited for her to tell you that she'd found it herself before telling her that you were going to go now.

"Wait, Y/N. Did you tell him yet?" Your mum asked you carefully. You stood in the middle of the sun room, looking out onto the lush, green, grass in your back garden. Harry had just cut it yesterday so the smell of freshly cut grass could still be smelt through the Californian breeze - it was beautiful. The weather today, too, was just perfect - obviously knowing that it was a very important day for your Harry.

"No I haven't told him yet, stop pestering me about it. Go watch the Grammy's and then i'll call you later on okay?" You rhetorically asked her, before sending each other your best wishes and hanging up.

Today was supposed to be about Harry entirely - not about you. But you were torn. Torn, because Harry was a part of your news too, but how do you tell a man who's far too caught up in his Grammy world that his wife is pregnant?

That's why you were a bunch of nerves.

Of course, you were apprehensive for Harry and him winning the awards, but you were so much more nervous about telling him you were pregnant. You'd only known for a three days now. The first day you freaked out and cried on the phone to your mum for hours - luckily Harry had been in the studio all day. The second day, you were so in shock and Harry was doing so much last minute Grammy prep and rehearsals that you couldn't find the right moment. Then today - well surely you couldn't drop it on him today.

It wasn't necessarily planned but it wasn't unexpected either. You had come off birth control a while ago, after it was really negatively effecting your mental health and the doctor had decided it was for the best to stop taking it, so sex with Harry had been raw ever since. There was never any conversations about trying for a baby, but you knew Harry wouldn't be opposed to the idea.

"Oi you. What are you up to in here?" Harrys voice brought you back from your thoughts and straight to him. You laughed at his appearance, finding the half-dressed thing very funny.

"Admiring the view." You giggled as he wiggled his eyebrows in response, before posing as if he were in a Vogue photoshoot. "Ooh didn't know i'd married a model." You teased him, walking over to him and swung your arms around his neck.

"Baby, you didn't just marry a model. You married the sexiest man on this bloody floating rock." He tried to talk in his raspiest voice, which he knew set you off in a frenzy. It turned the hairs on the back of your neck on, heightening your senses. He knew what he was doing, just as much as you did. You were both heavy teases, although never willing to admit that to each other.

"Harry!" Someone called from the other room, clearly getting wary of time and lack of it husbands presence.

"Go," you kept ahold of him around your arms, "I love you." You reminded him, hoping he understood that you were proud of him regardless the outcome of this evening. Being nominated was enough to make you proud for a lifetime already.

"I love you." He nodded, kissing you quickly but passionately once on your lips before leaving the room. He did a bit of a dad jog back to the other room, you watching him go whilst relishing the feel of his lips against yours. The impression that he left upon you was so electrifying it was scary. He completely woke up everything inside of you. He was that switch that lit up the brightest lightbulb in the room. Never faulting.

After a minute of thinking about Harry you left to follow him, knowing he'd greatly appreciate you being there for him tonight. You didn't want him to be sat there alone going through a new and unfamiliar process. Sure he'd been to the Brits or Arias, but this was a different league altogether. It was the Super Bowl or the Oscars of music.

As you walked into the room, the man was already running through the categories. Harry was sat there nervously tapping his foot, but looking like he knew he wasn't going to win. He was so agitated. You crept over to where he was, making sure you weren't in shot of the camera and started stroking the bare skin on his leg. Skin contact for Harry was always really calming - especially from you - so you knew he'd appreciate you being exactly where you were. Jeff and Glenne were sat over on the other sofa.

"And the Grammy goes to... Beyoncé—" You stopped listening after that, not because you were being rude against the amazing artist that won but because you wanted to make sure Harry was ok.

"Sorry man." Jeff patted Harrys back, having gotten out of his chair to comfort his best mate. "We'll have to go soon though, ok?" Jeff made sure Harry clear with that. With Harry being the first performance of the Grammys meant that he'd need to be there early in order to get ready. He'd already done sound checks, it was a matter of getting dressed and in position.

"Yeah sorry H." Glenne stated, before walking out of the room leaving just you and him.

You knew that it wasn't words that he needed it was just someone. You would gladly be that for him. Slowly getting up, you came and sat down next to him on the sofa and curled up into his side. He immediately moved his arms to cradle you and rested his head on top of yours. You took his hands in yours and began to play with his rings like you always found yourself doing. The smallest of interactions together calmed him.

This moment was exactly why you loved him.

He didn't lash out over a loss, nor would he have been excessive if he had won. He congratulated Beyoncé for winning and felt sorry for himself for a little bit, but the important part was that he was able to pick himself back up. He could bounce back. He found the she sunshine in the darkest of places, and for that you would be eternally proud of him.

"Harry, we need to go mate." Harry Lambert made an appearance five minutes later to inform you both that things needed to start moving again.

"Yeah, ok." He sighed, squeezing onto your hand tightly. "C'mon love, let's go." He kissed your forehead twice before helping you up and off the couch. Before you could leave the room he pulled you right back to him. He pushed a small strand of hair behind your ear and cupped your cheek with his other hand.

"You okay?" You asked, looking into his eyes. Although he wore a smile on his face you could tell by looking into his eyes he was disappointed. You hoped he only knew that he was never a disappointment to you.

"With you here, yes." He smiled genuinely, it even reading the crinkles by his eyes. "Thank you." You nodded at him, not understanding what he was thanking you for but allowing him to do so anyways. Whatever he needed to help him through this little bump in the road you would let him do.

•••••

It was nearly show-time.

Everyone was currently backstage at the Grammys and working hard, ready for the grand opening. Harry was opening with a performance of 'Watermelon Sugar' and it was such a huge deal for him. He had gotten the call late at night, when you two were cuddled up on the couch watching 'Peaky Blinders' - let's just say after he put the phone down there was a lot less watching TV along with a lot less clothes.

It was just you and Harry in the wings right now. The band had gone to their performance area to get set up and tune their instruments. Harry had his in-ears in and was ready to go, but just wanted to spend a few more moments with you if he could.

Harry had actually wanted to perform 'Treat People With Kindness' with the full choreography and everything, but Jeff had thought it might be a little too much. Considering he was up for a grammy because of 'Watermelon Sugar' Jeff thought it would be more fitting to perform that one. He did have a point - although now imagining Harry dancing in this leather suit was getting you seriously riled up.

You felt like a fairy princess in your dress and heels this evening. The dress was made of gorgeous emerald silk and hugged your body in the best places. It fitted like a dream. Gucci had done well, you thought. Harry was dressed up in his goddamn hot, leather, suit and feather boa. When he had told you "expect the unexpected" as you asked what he would be wearing, you were still completely shocked. In awe, actually. He looked amazing. All those gym sessions weren't for nothing.

He was so unbelievably pretty and yet portrayed a rock God too. Your husband had range.

"Stop looking at me like that, Mrs." Harry caught you looking at him. You couldn't take your eyes off the man. He was just so... wow. There wasn't a good enough word to describe his beauty in this moment.

"Like what?" You blushed - so much so that it was no doubt showing through the light dusting of makeup on your face.

"Like you're going to pounce on me at any moment." He chuckled to himself, making you blush even more and turn to walk away from him. You couldn't be dealing with him teasing you right now -  especially around all these other celebrities. Billie, for example, was close by and you were too big of a fan of her to find out she was judging you.

You didn't get very far away from Harry though, as he swung his feather boa around you and pulled you back towards him, twirling you around in the process, somehow, so your chest hit his when you collided. Now you understood the real reason he was wearing a feather boa.

"Dickhead." You mumbled, not meaning your words at all and Harry knew that.

"I'm sorry. Forgive me?" He asked, pouting his soft lips and somehow making his eyes look adorable in aid of you forgiving him. You swiped your tongue across your teeth in pretend frustration and then leant up to plant him a quick kiss.

"You're forgiven." You told him, leaning back down. You felt the boa tighten around you, though, as Harry kept you infinitely close.

"Well, you're not. What kind of a kiss was that, huh?" Harry asked, referring to the quick kiss you'd just given him. The heat returned to your cheeks at the though of other people being able to see this little showdown. Harry wasn't as shy as you when it came to public displays of affection, and sometimes he forgot that.

"You get more, after you go shake ass in your performance." You promised, before planting a longing kiss to his cheek - like you did before every show you'd been at of his. It was your good luck charm from you to him, and it seemed to work every time. "Proud of you." You looked into his dreamy eyes, deciding that you would write a thank you letter to everyone who had helped you reach this moment. Literally everyone - even your Headteacher of your primary school if you had to.

"Proud of you too." He smiled, before unwrapping you from the boa, making is way over towards the stage set-up and ready to absolutely kill it with his performance.

And what a bloody performance it was. Literal chills.

You were so hot the entire time. The way he sung so angelically. The way he exposed his bare chest like that. The way he danced a little with his backup singers. The way he did in fact shake ass - whether that was to prove a point to you or not, you didn't care at this point. His performance was like no other before and you were honoured to have gotten to see it in person.

His fans were definitely not okay, right now.

He bowed to signify the end of his performance and the monitor showed it was moving on to a different segment for now. This gave Harry the opportunity to run over to you and shower you with post-performance adrenaline.

"And?" He asked self-consciously, with a slight American twang to his voice.

"Mhm." You nodded, trying so hard to contain yourself. Watching him perform had left you feeling very needy between the legs and now having him stand directly in front of you, holding you against his slightly sweaty body made the issue even more prominent.

"Mhm? That's it?" He asked, stepping back in slight disappointment over your lack of words.

You bit your lip as you watched him speak before registering how your silence had been taken as a bad thing to him - which was quite the opposite. You leant up to his ear, his arms tightening around you thinking that you were giving him a generous hug. "Would you rather me shout out to everyone about how wet I am over your performance?" You whispered to him, feeling him tense up in your arms.

Harry's eyes went wide and he let out a little cough at how forwards you were. Normally you were shy about admitting things like that, but obviously this evening's performance had done something to you to encourage your confidence. It was hot. So hot, in fact, that Harry was worried he was soon going to get a painful hard-on.

"No you keep that between you and me Mrs." Harry whispered back into your ear, whilst running his fingers along your exposed back. The shivers he initiated down your spine woke you up completely.

"Then mhm it is." You told him back, before stepping away from him however not before brushing your hand over the front of his trousers.

•••••

"Y/N over here! Harry, Harry!"

The repetitiveness of voices screaming every which direction and blinding lights flashing from every angle, definitely made you appreciate the fact you weren't a well known celebrity. You were glad that it was your husband that was in the spotlight and not you, because having to go through this on every red carpet seemed energy consuming.

Harry kept you close, holding you around your waist. He had been nervous to go on this particular red carpet because of the sheer prestigiousness of the event, so having you by his side made him feel so much more relaxed. It was rare that you and Harry were found on a red carpet together so you definitely would be Twitter trending this evening - getting picked apart by the ever-so-caring fans. Your arm kept home around Harrys waist - the pricks was smaller than yours.

"See that reporter in the white dress, she keeps eyeing you up." Harry leant down to whisper in your ear, making you blush. Harry pinched your side which made you look up at him with adoration, because it was times like this when he got all self conscious. No matter who gave you eyes, yours were only on Harry.

"Well I only have my eyes on you, love." You told him back with confidence to assure him that he was the only one you cared for in that way. "I'm flattered though."

"It's because you look bleedin' smoking this evening." Harry told you making you unconditionally blush again. He was always so charming at the worst of times, because the paparazzi would capture you blushing and assume he said the most crude things to you. You couldn't deny what he was saying, however, because even you had to admit that you looked really hot. The dress was too perfect. You felt empowered and capable.

"Shut up, now." You pinched his side and it made him giggle. Harry was the most ticklish person you'd ever met and you always used that to your advantage.

Then you both turned back to keep on having your photos taken. As it wasn't an official red carpet event to the extent of masses of crowds and hundreds of paparazzi, there wasn't much shuffling along needing to be done. It was quite small but it felt more safe and comfortable like this.

After a few more poses and a few more minutes being blinded Jeff told you to come over for an interview. Harry was running ahead of schedule so Jeff saw no harm in participating in one interview, plus the interviewer was from 'Vanity Fair' so it was also good publicity.

"Stay with me please." Harry spoke to you as he lead you over to where Jeff was standing talking to a guy, who was holding a microphone next to a TV camera. Due to social distancing you had to stay back from everyone, but there was a microphone hovering over the both of you to pick up anything you said.

"'Course." You squeezed his hand to prove that you weren't going anywhere. As much as he wanted you to stick with him, you wanted to stick with him too. These events weren't your cup of tea and so sticking beside someone who provided you with comfort seemed the best idea. In fact Harry was your comfort person. He gave you warmth and support on those days you felt your worst.

The man who would be interviewing Harry was wearing a gorgeous, cream, sheen shirt - to which you could see his chest through - matched with glittery flared pants. The whole outfit was an ultimate serve. He was giving Bowie x Styles vibes from his outfit.

"Hi it's lovely to meet you. Hi." The interviewer started, Jeff notifying you that he was called Kian. You wanted to go up to him and shake his hand, out of human instinct and politeness, but you had to remember that contracting covid was not the plan.

"Hello? Is this on? Oh. Hello!" Harry made a fool of himself by trying to work out whether the microphone was even working, to which you had to show him how to turn it on. Imbecile.

"May I just quickly say you are both looking immaculate this evening." Kian told you both, not just Harry, which made you smile kindly at him.

"She's the better looking one, you can say it." Harry allowed him jokingly, but he really wasn't joking. He was complaining before that you were showing him up by looking so damn beautiful. How was he supposed to compete with you when you looked that hot, he had told you. Personally, you thought he looked better than you did but maybe that's just you being biased.

"Well Gucci always pulls through." Kian laughed, trying to escape that 'who's the better looking one' feud. Harry respected his reply and found himself easing into the interview more. When there was a prick of an interviewer the last thing you want to start doing is crack jokes, but that was Harrys way of calming himself down so he was glad that Kian was so easy going. It made things smoother for Harry, and therefore for Kian.

"How are you?" Harry asked politely - not because he had a front to keep up with but because he was genuinely just a decent guy.

"I'm really good. Beautiful evening, even though it's a little hot in here." He messed with the collar of his shirt a bit.

"It's just you," you reached over to speak into the microphone Harry was holding, needing to compliment this man on his outfit before you never saw him again, "I'm seriously in love with your outfit." You smiled, Harry snatching the microphone back from your grip and shaking his head hysterically.

"You need to calm down." Harry pretended to tell you off whilst Kian was thanking you for your kindness and honesty.

Kian quickly told you about how tonight was a big night for him. It was his first red carpet job and wanted to make a statement. His mum was going to be watching live, who was quite a conservative woman, and so he wanted to show her that he, and mens fashion in general, wasn't limited to your gender, sex, religion, ethnicity or sexuality. You thought the message was inspired and told him that he was definitely making Harry jealous - to which Harry agreed. His outfit was meant to represent gender fluidity and how amazing it is. Kian had to pay thanks to Harry for making him feel comfortable enough to wear this outfit.

"Thank you." Harry would just reply calmly, but you noticed the twinkle in his eye which represented the proudness of himself.

"So to ask a few questions," Kian laughed at how nothing productive had come of this interview as of yet, "How did it feel to perform at the Grammys for the first time and be the opening act?"

"Yeah," Harry laughed, because hearing people state out loud what he'd just done still seemed very surreal, "it was a moment, for sure. I never expected to even be nominated, let alone get the opportunity to perform here so I feel blessed."

"I bet! Watermelon Sugar has peaked within the top ten in more than 20 countries and hit the Billboard number 1 not long ago, so to who do you owe your success?" Kian laughed when he saw Harrys eyes widen at the statistics. Very often Harry stayed clear of the stats as if they were disappointing he would rather have not seen them. On this occasion is was so rewarding to hear.

"Oh god! Well I should probably say my mum and sister for pushing me to pursue music in the first place. Um, my dad was always very encouraging too," he quickly looked down at you as if to debate to say what he wanted to say next, "and if we're talking specifically about Watermelon Sugar then I owe it all to Y/N, right here. Without her there would be no Watermelon Sugar." He said in the most corniest way possible.

God, you loved him though.

"Love you." You mouthed to him, just for him. He mouthed it back without hesitation.

"You two are adorably sickening." Kian awed at you both, watching you both interact with so much love.

"We get that a lot." You chipped in to add a comment, even though it wasn't your interview. Harry agreed with you and turned his attention back towards Kian.

"I guess, just before you go, I wanted to ask what your future plans are. Musically, or even just personally, where would you like to go?" Kian asked, to which your mind ran straight to the fact that you were already starting your next chapter without Harry even knowing. His child was already cooking away, and so close to him, and he hadn't the faintest idea. It felt top secret.

"Oh god wow, that's a question," Harry ran his hand through this hair - which Lambert will have a go at him for in a minute no doubt, "I mean musically I am still working on my sound. I love both my previous albums, but I do still find myself searching for me within them and wondering whether i'm being completely honest—"

"Babe, you're being honest, trust me." You laughed, thinking upon lyrics that he'd written within songs such as Fine Line and To Be So Lonely. How can someone use an exes voicemail message in a song and still think they aren't being open and honest? Fine Line was beautifully raw and had messages within messages. It was a complex arrangement of art and it was as honest as someone swearing on the Bible in court.

Harry giggled at you before rejoining where he'd left off, "but personally there are so many things I want to do. Start a family with this diva for one..." Oh how he was so clueless. You were too caught up in thinking that he was ready for a family to even listen to the rest of his aspirations. They were probably something to do with grandchildren or going to space, you know the usual.

"Thank you so much, man." Kian thanked Harry and held out his elbow instead of giving him a fist bump or a hug. You waved from where you were standing nearer Jeff, letting Harry just have a moment with Kian before you had to be anywhere. He was too polite sometimes.

You stood back and watched him in awe.

Everything he did was never below perfect. There's nothing he couldn't do. Ok, he did make a shitty cup of tea but you couldn't bring that up without receiving the silent treatment. Grump.

He came over a couple of minutes after and drifted straight for you, wrapping his arm right back around your waist. That was its home for the evening, you started to understand. You wouldn't have it any other way.

"Ready?" Jeff asked, in preparation for another two possible Grammys could win. You had a good feeling right now, so all your hope and luck was being charmed into him being successful. It didn't bother you if he came away with no awards this evening, because the performance and the outfits alone were enough to keep you happy until after the afterlife.

Instead of Harry immediately responding he looks down at you, you looking up at him instantly. He just wanted a little bit of reassurance. This was a big evening for him so he encouraged all the support he could muster up. You nodded at him, looking into his emerald eyes and feeling safe all at once.

"Ready." Harry responded after giving you a strong kiss to the top of your head, ready to absolutely take over the Grammys.

•••••

Well, this was nerve-wracking.

The room for the Grammys was outside and the tables were all socially distanced. Regardless of the unfortunate situation you had all been placed under this year, the organisers of this event had done a wonderful job. The flower arrangements were stunning and everything complimented each other so well.

The small podium with the Grammy sat upon it made this moment even more nervy. Harry was a trembling mess next to you. Jeff was even worse. But you were by far the worst.

This moment was so special for Harry. He'd worked so hard for this and all he wanted was recognition of that. Sure, there would be countless more opportunities to grab awards and give acceptance speeches but at the end of the day, today, he really did not want to be going home empty handed. He knew that he was amazing regardless of the outcome, and you'd do your job in reminding him so, but having a trophy to add to his endless collection would be quite nice.

Trevor Noah came on stage whilst the category was being announced by the anonymous woman on the screen. As it flicked through the different songs you realised Harry was up against some tough competition. Cardigan was one of your favourite Taylor Swift songs ever, so if Harry didn't win then you were rooting for her. Taylor was having such a successful year and it would be shame for it not to go to her. You were biased to your husband though - plus Watermelon Sugar had plus a billion streams.

Then a lady came up on stage and was introduced by Trevor. Not going to lie this man did remind you of a knock-off version of the Weeknd, whom, by the way, was absolutely robbed of the Grammys this year. the Weeknd had outsold everyone ever and had produced an album so technically beautiful it is a genuine crime for him not to have been nominated.

Your mind was racing through a hundred different things that you completely forgot where you were and what you were doing. You pulled yourself back to the moment.

God, was your heart racing.

Hopefully there were defibrillators on stand-by, because at the rate your heart was beating you were worried it might just give out in a minute.

"I love you." You whispered to Harry as he kept his head down. He was in his own bubble and you didn't want to disturb him, so saying the words from a distance was what you left it at. Hopefully he had heard you through your mask. You noticed he looked up last second, out of the corner of your eye, to witness the moment. His moment?

"And the Grammy goes to..." Rochelle paused whilst she undid the little leaflet with the Holy Grail tucked away inside, "Watermelon Sugar, Harry Styles."

His moment.

And the tears fell.

Watermelon Sugar started playing in the background.

The applauds deafened the room.

You stood up out of your seat as soon as she'd said Sugar, because your clever man had done it. He'd really done it. Harry Fucking Styles was a Grammy Award winner and for a masterpiece of a song too.

Harry stayed sat down, eyes wide in shock. You remained stood up, applauding the man of the minute. Your man. Jeff had to shake Harrys shoulders to wake him from his daze. He was unconditionally smiling as he took his mask off - a smile on his face that would break the hearts of millions. Tears were in his eyes, but not as many as were falling from yours.

Jeff stood up and brought Harry up with him. They shared a longing hug and you could see people taking photos from around them. Jeff gave him a pat on the back and Harry kissed his cheek in return and your tears just kept falling.

No, like they weren't stopping at all.

He pushed himself off of Jeff and twisted so quickly around to you and brought you into a bone-crushing hug. You were entirely absorbed in the man that you love. His smell was so overwhelming and his demeanour was so happy that anything felt possible. He kissed your exposed shoulder countless amounts of times, moving around your face to leave kisses on your forehead and nose.

"I'll save your lips for after." He whispered as he walked around you to go and give his acceptance speech. All this time he'd spent faffing around with you had earned some rolls of the eyes from producers backstage, but even they couldn't take him away from his moment.

He waddled up the stairs and over to his Grammy, picking it up so daintily just to put it back down again. It was as if he couldn't believe it was his and didn't think it was his property to touch. But it was. It was all his.

Everyone else had sat down, but you were too in awe to even have noticed until Jeff tugged on your elbow. Normally you would've stayed standing up, but due to covid regulations one of the rules was that you stay seated apart from the initial winning of awards. You understood that you had to respect the rules but you wished you could remain standing for your man and his moment.

You didn't arrange yourself comfortably on the seat, only wanting to listen to what your beautiful husband had to say. You could barely see anything through the running tears. You were a whole mess. Then you started crying more at how much of a role model and inspiration he already was to your unborn child. He was going to be the most amazing dad, you just knew. The stories he would have to tell your child, hopefully even children, were unmatched.

Life was a rollercoaster, Keating, damn right.

As he stepped up to the mic he left out a hefty sigh, not from exhaustion but because he was trying to keep his own tears at bay.

"Sorry i'm just watching my wife cry down there and I can't help myself." Harry started, rubbing his hand over his eyes so cutely. He was trying his best to keep his emotions in check but even a blind man could tell he was having a hard time doing so.

"He's such a flower sometimes." Jeff laughed beside you. Jeff never really got a hold on the whole toxic masculinity thing and it was proven by comments like this. Just because a man cried doesn't automatically make him a pussy or a flower, in this case. Instead, it showed what a genuine character someone was and expressed that they were human just like the rest of you.

"My flower." You whispered to yourself, just for you to hear.

"To everyone who made this record with me, thank you so much. Um... This was the first song that we wrote about my first album came out, uh, during a day off in Nashville and I want to say thanks to Tom, Tyler, Mitch," he paused to stop the shake in his voice and wiped his eyes again, "and everyone. Stop crying you!" Harry looked and laughed at you, making others laugh when they turned to face you.

Ok this was pretty embarrassing.

You shook your head no instead of saying anything, people turning back around to face Harry.

"Uh to Rob Stringer and everyone at Colombia. My manager Jeffery," Jeff fist pumped the air and it made you laugh, "who has always nudged me to be better and never pushed me thank you so much, and uh I feel very grateful to be here thank you. All these songs are fucking massive so thank you so much. My wife was actually rooting for Taylor so that's enough credit to her, um. I feel very honoured to be among all of you so thank you so much. Thank you."

He put his hand over his heart to finish, which to most people would mean absolutely nothing but to you it meant everything. Harry had told you once that it was his way of saying 'I love you' and that he was thinking about you, even when he couldn't make it vocal. You put your hand over your heart in return, feeling him beat within you.

Harry started to wander off stage before he forgot the one thing he'd been so excited to take home; his Grammy. Rochelle pointed back to it and he innocently dawdled back over to collect it. At least it gave something for people to laugh about.

People rose from their seats to applaud him again as he left the makeshift stage. Jeff nudged you to get up from the table and walk over to where Harry would be lead backstage. Jeff walked off without you, mainly because his head wasn't fixated on you for the time being, leaving you to collect all your belongings. You picked up Harrys mask and his handbag that he had brought with him. Gucci, of course. Jeff had left his glasses on the table accidentally so you picked them up too, having the last sip of your water before leaving.

Walking past so many Girl Bosses made you feel powerful and even Taylor waved at you. This did not happen to people who couldn't even click their fingers.

"Harry, my man." Some people who were close to Harry, various artists and obviously hair and makeup had all been backstage waiting for him too. Harry was getting passed between people. His hair was getting ruffled and he would have bruises tomorrow with the amount of pats on the back he was receiving. Jeff was among the crowd, along with Lambert and Glenne. It was a genuine celebration.

You hung back a bit, still carrying various miscellaneous items. You weren't a huge crowds person and so you felt safer standing back. Harry would make his way through to your eventually, plus you couldn't just pull him away when and where you pleased - even if he would have it that way.

"You're so amazing, H!" You heard Glenne fuss over him, her face full of tears after having known him for so long - and they shared the same birthday.

"Ya fucking rockstar." Lambert called out to him, capturing these moments on the Polaroid camera he took to every event. He always sent them over to you digitally once he had got them developed and they always made for really brilliant keep-sake photos. Random items of Harrys clothes and wardrobe set up were often photos that would develop first and then it would turn into Harry and then Harry with other people. Lastly there would be photos of Harry passed out somewhere from drinking too much vodka at the after-party.

"Excuse me." Someone with headphones tried to sneak past you, as you were in the way. You apologised and turned around to move out of the way. Harry had obviously thought you were walking away for some unknown reason and so quickly pushed through the swarm of people to get to you. He came up behind you and pressed the sloppiest kiss against your cheek that he could, making you squeal out in happiness.

"You're not leaving me are you?" He asked with furrowed eyebrows, relieving you of carrying all this extra junk and tossing it all to Lambert instead.

"No I was just moving out of the way, you dork." You shook your head at how worried he could get over you. You loved him all the same though.

"Give me that kiss now, hmm?" He questioned, turning you around so he could admire you properly. He smiled when he realised tears were still dribbling from your eyes that were still cloudy like lemonade.

Without warning you smashed your perfect lips onto his, stealing the air out of the room and refraining him from catching his breathe. You were each others support now. He tasted delicious against you and had never felt better. Every kiss he blessed you with was better than the last. He knew just how you liked it, just as you did for him. The love beaming off of you both was magical. No doubt Lambert had taking his fair share of photos from this interaction between you two.

You pulled away quickly, forgetting something from earlier, "Sorry did I tell you how proud I was of you?" You seriously questioned, but Harry didn't care that the answer was no as he was too fully invested on having you back against his lips to tell you. He knew you were proud of him, always, just as he was proud of you.

Gone were the chorus of people squealing and crying behind you both. For now it was just you and Harry.

•••••

Taylor Swift is so much taller in real life than in pictures.

Sitting back and watching the celebrity life take over you notice things like this. Beyoncé is tiny. Billie nails are scarily long. Meghan is hilariously funny. And Taylor is really bloody tall. She actually towers over your boyfriend, who she was talking to right now.

You had stayed at the table with Jeff, encouraging Harry to go and mingle with old friends and then make some new ones too. He hadn't seen some of these people in years so it was nice to rekindle after such a hard past year. Your body was starting to ache and your feet were killing you so you'd told Harry that you might sit out for a little while. He expressed his sadness for having to be away from you, but went off anyways.

Jeff had sat with you for a little while until he had noticed Finneas and Billie calling him over to their table so, after apologising to you, he got up and left. So scouring the room and picking on individuals to dissect was you'd resulted in doing.

It was weird to think that Harry and Taylor had been a thing once in the past. They looked good together in fact - they would make a seriously hot couple. Taylor had done really well for herself tonight and had been heavily supportive towards your husband, which you'd be forever grateful for. She'd even stood up and clapped for him before you had. If there was a bigger fan of Harry than you, you'd crown that title to Taylor. Just as you would crown yourself the biggest Taylor stan, because wow she made music.

It was so weird having celebrities walk around you as if you were meant to be sitting there amongst them. You stuck out like a sore thumb between these talented individuals. Apart from making a mean carbonara you were pretty basic. Well, actually you were currently making a tiny human inside of you so that was one thing you could gloat about.

People watching should be a sport, because, besides the fact there's no definitive objective, you would win every time. In fact, you were so deep in watching Dua Lipa strut away as if she were on a runway that you hadn't even noticed that your husband had come back to you.

"You alright, lovie?" He asked, sitting himself on the chair directly in front of you. He pushed some hair out of your face smiling when his eyes caught yours.

"Just babysitting," you told him, which you thought was quite funny because as much as you were watching over his precious Grammy, you were also sitting a baby away in your womb, "Are you okay?" You checked up on him since he'd been having a few drinks this evening. Nothing to get him drunk, but enough to make him tipsy. Tipsy Harry meant cuddly Harry and you definitely couldn't argue with that tonight. The thought of being wrapped in your expensive, Egyptian cotton, duvet, right now, with your favourite person, whilst Friends ran on in the background sounded better than an orgasm.

"I'm perfect. On top of the world." He assured you, grinning like a cheshire cat. It warmed your heart to see him so happy.

Happy Harry, happy life - or something like that.

"How's Taylor?" You asked, nodding over towards where he'd just come from, noticing that Taylor was now talking to her manager and friends.

"She's doing really well. I'm glad I talked to her, I haven't seen her in a long time. She said that you look beautiful." He spoke softly, even though there was loud music blasting around the open area. This was as crazy as the "after party" was going to get, and for that you were glad.

"Coming from her that's so generous." You awed at how kind Taylor is. The media always portrayed her in a bad light after the Taylor-Harry feud when it had actually been Harrys management that fucked everything up and screwed everyone over. Taylor and Harry had been best friends through the whole thing though. "Who's next?"

"No one, just you." He smiled, noticing your puzzled face and finding it adorable.

"How so?" You placed your hands on his knees as he shuffled his chair closer to you. He then snaked his hands to between your legs and grabbed your chair to pull you closer towards him too. The strength he had - oof!

"Just want to spend time with my favourite person." He genuinely smiled at you, teeth, dimples and everything, making your heart flutter crazy.

"Oh you are soft, H." You tutted him.

"I'm anything but soft when it comes to you." He joked, making you snort out a disgusting laugh that got you a concerned look from Lizzo to which you smashed your head into Harry's lap to hide yourself from embarrassment. Harry's hands came to the back of your head to comfort mortification out of you. He cupped your head and brought your face up to meet his.

"You prick." You giggled at him, still tomato red in the face.

"Your prick, though." He raised his eyebrows as if he'd just made a really justified point.

"Too right." You left a brief kiss on his lips, not feeling comfortable in front of all these people to give him anything else. He savoured anything he could get from you, finding any part of you irresistible.

"You ready to go soon?" Harry watched you yawn so widely that your double chins decided to make an appearance - flattering Y/N.

"Please." You answered honestly, knowing Harry would know if you were lying to him. He was too good and that's why your heart beat so much for him.

•••••

Harry was the biggest narcissist he knew, let alone you.

Tonight you allowed him to let his ego grow bigger than planet Earth, though. He deserved to bask in the glory of his achievements. He had performed like no other artist - mainly because of the dance moves in that outfit - and had won a Grammy for a song about eating pussy. Yours, if we were giving credit where credit was due.

It was crazy to think that an intimate and romantic experience between you and your, now, husband had gone and won him a Grammy. If only people knew the meaning behind Sunflower Vol. 6, boy would they have a field day with that one.

So Harry was a narcissist and had demanded you both to listen to Watermelon Sugar in the car journey home. If you weren't in an Uber you were pretty sure that Harry would have pulled over onto the side road and proved why Watermelon Sugar deserved that Grammy - to you only - but as it was you and Harry had been sent home in an Uber. Jeff had registered that Harry had drunk a few Martinis and thought it would be safer if someone else took you both home. You'd stayed clear of alcohol, and dusted off anyone confused as to why you had, the best you could've.

"Here we go Sir. Ma'am." The kind gentleman driving had stopped just outside the gates to your drive, waiting for you to leave in order to head off on his next job.

"Thank you so much." You smiled and hopped out of the backseat of the car the opposite way to Harry. You'd been sat in the middle, next to him, but you knew he always liked to have a quick chat and thank his drivers politely before leaving which is why you got out the other side.

You walked through the padlocked gate, entering the digital code too, and walked up to front door ready for bed. Well, before that you'd have to tell your husband that you would be carrying another human around for the next 9 months. Now you were nervous.

The alarm blared out loud when you walked in until you manually turned it off. Slipping off your jacket and walking into the kitchen you noticed the large bouquet of pink and blue carnations that sat on top of the kitchen counter. They smelt so lush and fresh, it was a nice change to the smell of burnt toast. You noticed the small tag on them and saw they were addressed for Harry, most likely for winning big this evening. It was always so lovely to see people thinking of Harry and his achievements.

Harry walked through the front door as you were slicing a bagel to put in the toaster. You were grabbing the Biscoff lotus spread as he walked into the kitchen too. It wasn't until he was shaking off his jacket and taking off his shoes that you remembered you were wearing heels - painful heels - and so you leant down to take them off, before collapsing onto the floor instead.

It had been an exhausting day.

Emotionally you had not been prepared for today at all and it had worn you out to the core. Physically, apart from your aching feet, you were okay, but mentally you were drained.

"The flowers are for you, H, I think." You told him as he was whistling away to himself, humming to acknowledge he'd heard you.

You sat in the middle of the kitchen floor to mess with the straps on your heels, sighing loudly when you got one of them off.

"Ah bloody hell that feels good." You laughed to yourself, Harry still off somewhere else in the kitchen hidden from view. You started at your other heel, picking at the buckle, when you noticed Harry's presence in front of you. You looked up at him to see him looking down at you with tears in his eyes, holding the little note that had been stuck inside the flowers. He was slightly scary standing there looking so emotional over something you knew nothing about.

"Y/N/N?" He asked with a tremble in his voice.

"Yeah?" You questioned back, confused as to where this could be going, having managed to rugby tackle your other heel off your swollen feet. You leant back on your arms feeling exhausted more than ever.

"Why did your mum just send me flowers thanking her for making her a grandmother, when you have no siblings?" He asked carefully. Your head shot up to him, wide eyes.

Shit. Fucking shitty shit balls.

This was not exactly how you planned to do it. You were either going to do it by putting a silly message like "our family is about to get bigger by two feet" in a card or buy him baby clothes and have him guess what for. However, your mum telling him instead of you was not something that you had foreseen possible.

"Because you're going to be a dad." You answered the only way you could think how to. You smiled warily, not knowing which way he was going to swing on this. You didn't feel in control of this situation, when you wish that you did. "Harry, I—"

"C'mere." He held out both of his arms to help you up off the floor. You shakily took his hands, thankful that you'd taken off your heels now. However, you were quite smaller than him now so he was towering slightly over you. When you'd stood up Harry didn't let go of your hands, instead he gripped on to them tightly.

"I... It was—" You tried getting out words to help pre-empt what he was going to say about this but you were struggling with nerves.

"I thought that a Grammy was what made my night the best one of my life," he started to talk instead of hearing you mumble nothing, so you watched his gaze carefully as he looked between your eyes and your lips, "until a minute ago." An eruption of butterflies fluttered within your stomach with the hope that he was excited for this.

"So you-you're happy about this?" You questioned just to make sure, but by the shit-eating grin on his face right now you were stupid to ask.

"I am quite possibly the happiest man in this universe right now." He laughed out loud and brought his lips down to connect to your forehead. You moved to rest yours on his chest. The moment was quiet and thoughtful, until Harry picked you up quickly and spun you around shouting profanities over how he was going to become a dad. You'd never seen him happier and you'd never been more in love with him. All that worrying had been for nothing and you made a mental reminder to thank your mum for her input.

"Harry stop!" You laughed as he hugged you tight. Even though you knew there was barely anything in your tummy right now you were still apprehensive to the pressures against it.

"Sorry, i'm just so in love with you right now." He put you down carefully but still kept you close. He pressed you close against him and brought your face inches away from his. "Thank you." He kept on doing this - thanking you but with no outspoken reason, as if he was thanking you for everything and anything but then again maybe he was doing just that.

"Mhm." You nodded and leant your lips closer towards him, before softly catching them against yours. The pure love between you felt endless. It was a forever kind of love. One that would never burn out.