Adulation / h.s

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Rosie noticed a change in Harry.

She wasn't sure what sort of change, or if she liked it. But she noticed a change. He was quieter, and didn't talk on the phone for as long. She put it down to work and him not wanting to put it onto her, and if that's what he was doing she appreciated it but still wanted to know if she could do anything to help.

Tonight was the awards, Harry hit the gym the moment he woke up leaving Rosie to sleep in. She prepared them both breakfast for when he came back.

"Excited for tonight?" Rosie smiled as they both ate breakfast.

Harry was freshly showered and in clean clothes now, happy to see some food. "I'm excited for my acts to win," He smiled.

Rosie rolled her eyes. "Cocky,"

"Confident," He winked. "I have some of the most talented acts nominated, I'm confident that panels will choose them over Cowell's lot. It's just when it comes down to public voting, usually he wins them."

Rosie took his hand in hers, rubbing his knuckle. "Being nominated is enough, right?"

"Winning is better."

Rosie laughs. "Okay baby,"

"Hair and makeup are coming for you at four, your dress will be dropped off soon,"

"You didn't have to arrange all that for me,"

He kissed her hand. "No, but I wanted to."

"Thank you, I appreciate it."

"Are you excited?"

Rosie nodded. "Do I..Will I have to walk on a carpet or anything?"

"Only if you want to, I'll have to but if you want to just go through to the event then you can. It's down to you."

That was the only thing she felt nervous about, she saw how it was at these things. The flashing cameras, the shouts, it wasn't something she felt comfortable with but she also wanted to be there for him.

"I'll see," She smiles.

"I can't wear this," Rosie gulped looking at the dress the stylist dropped off.

"Why?" Harry laughed. "You'll look amazing in it,"

"It's worth more than I'll ever know, people will know I don't have the money to afford this,"

"That doesn't matter does it?" Harry frowned.

"It's so beautiful, I don't feel worthy," She thumbed the material. The dress was a dress of dreams. It was like he'd read her mind of what she liked. A deep v neck, rose gold gown.

"You're worthy of the world, Rosie." Harry wrapped his arms from behind her, his hand tucking into the front of her shorts, not in a suggestive way, just to have somewhere to put his hands. "You're the most beautiful woman in the world, of course you should wear this dress." He whispered.

Rosie felt her entire body melt into him. "I'll walk the carpet." She announced.

"Yeah?" He kissed her shoulder.

"I can't wear a dress like this and not walk it can I?" She laughed turning around in his arms and kissing him. "Thank you, again."

"You're welcome, again."

Rosie felt like a million dollars. She had had her hair and makeup done by two really lovely women who made her laugh non-stop throughout, she had slipped into her gown and spritzed her favourite Dior perfume for finishing touches.