Harry Styles Imagines

Award show

"Babe the car will be here in a few minutes. Are you almost ready?" Harry shouts up the stairs of your shared apartment to you in the bathroom.
"Yeah. 2 seconds" you tell him. You are wearing a beautiful black dress with the occasional subtle sparkly lacy pattern. There's a slit that goes to about mid thigh. The dress hugs your curves (mermaid style) and it falls a few feet long, creating a look of the dress pooling at your feet. The sleeves are off the shoulder. You sit on the bed to put on your shoes. You then stand, look at yourself in the mirror, satisfied, you head downstairs. Harry hears you at the top of the stairs. He's wearing a simple black suit (Gucci ofc) with the same occasional sparkly lacy pattern on his coat that's on your dress.
"Woah." His mouth drops when he turns to look at you. You laugh at your longtime boyfriend as you walk down the stairs as gracefully as you can. He holds out his hand like a prince when you reach the last few steps. You place your hand in his as you step down the final stairs. He spins you. You smile as you do a few spins, knowing Harry is observing every part of your outfit. You finally finish your twirl in his chest with his arms around your waist.
"You look handsome" you smile up to him. He looks down at you and brushes a piece of hair out of your face.
"Thank you." He smiles. "You look... stunning. breathe taking at that." He hesitates trying to find the right words.
"How do you feel" you ask.
"Better now" he breathes. You giggle at his answer.
"You don't need to be nervous, I'm always proud of you, even if you don't win" you tell him, rubbing your hands up and down his back.
"I love you" he kisses the top of your head. You hear his phone go off. He let's go of your waist to get it from his pocket.
"Hello?" He asks into the phone.
"Bro we've been outside for like 5 minutes. Let's go" you hear Niall tell him. You laugh as you let go of his back to open the door. You see all the guys in the limo waiting for you two. Harry opens the car door for you, you climb into a seat next to zayn.
"You look great Y/n" he tells you.
"Thank you. As do you." You say to zayn. "All of you clean up well." You direct toward the rest of them. This isn't your first time attending an award show. You've actually won many awards for movies. And this isn't the first time your attending one with Harry. But the crowds are still insane no matter what. The car pulls up to the carpet. You see a camera focused on the door through the tinted window. You feel a rush of nerves. Harry grabs your hand, knowing how you feel. All the boys get out of the car and wave at all the fans. Harry climbs out before you. You take his hand as you get out of the car and you immediately smile at the fans screaming to see you and Harry together. You follow the rest of the guys down the line of photographers and paparazzi flashing pictures of you and Harry hand in hand. Occasionally he changes the pose and puts his hand on the small of your back and you do the same. You've learned to never stop smiling when on carpet. That's how embarrassing pictures make their way to the internet. "You good?" He whispers to you. You nod subtly. You hear rumors getting shouted. Some about a break up, or you being pregnant or you two being engaged, none of which are true. You make your way to the interview portion.
"Hello" the lady greets you both with a warm smile.
"Hi" You say to her with a smile.
"How are you both? You both look absolutely wonderful by the way." She says. You smile at her compliment.
"Thank you. You do as well" you return the compliment.
"Oh. Thank you." She says surprised.
"So this is the third time you two have been on this carpet as a couple." She informs you.
"Really?" Harry asks. She nods.
"What do you think has changed for the better over the years?" She asks.
"Um. Definitely style." You joke.
"I would say...comfort. It's clear that we're both a lot more comfortable than we were three years ago" Harry tells her.
"Alright well. Thank you. Good luck" she says as you and Harry are shooed to another interviewer. This time it was a guy.
"You look absolutely gorgeous" he directs at you as you and Harry walk up to the marks.
"Thank you" you smile.
"I'm serious. Phenomenal." He breathes as he grabs your hand and leaves a lingering kiss on the top of your hand. You nod and smile wanting him to get on with the questions. You feel Harry tighten his grip on your waist.
"She really is breathtaking isn't she?" Harry says, clenching his jaw, reminding the guy that he's there. The interviewer takes this as a slap in his face but then shakes it off.
"So um Harry. Do you think that there will be anymore world tours?" He asks.
"Yeah. We're planning a tour right now and the dates are being released a few days before the album is out" Harry nods with his answer.
"Great. Just let me know and I'll be over to keep this beautiful lady some company." The interviewer says slightly creepily. You fidget, visibly uncomfortable.
"Um. That won't be necessary." You say quickly before Harry spits a rude remark to him. You nudge Harry to walk away. After a few seconds of glaring at the guy he leads you out of the situation. You two are brought to another long line of photographers.
"I'm sorry about the-" Harry begins.
"Not now" you say through your smile. He nods and snakes his arm around your waist, looking in the direction of the cameras. Even in front of the all the cameras watching your every move, you feel safe with Harry's arm securely around you. Security then leads you to the table where the rest of the boys were sitting. Harry pulls your chair out for you and you sit. He sits next to you and Niall is on your other side.
"How'd it go?" Niall asks for the whole table to hear. You let out a heavy breathe.
"Um" you try to find the right word.
"Eventful." Harry finishes for you.
"Yeah" you agree.
"How about you guys? Everyone make it out alive?" Harry jokes, lightening his mood. The boys tell you all the funny things that happened to them while on the carpet.
"This girl was totally checking me out" Louis tells the table with a cheeky smile. You laugh at him as you feel Harrys hand reach for yours under the table.