My friendship for Harry is laying on green grass on a hazy summer afternoon, hot chocolate in winter and swing sets at the park... But my love for Harry is poetry written by hand in leather journals, dried flowers pressed into novels and open button...
A/N: IMPORTANT: Please check the authors note at the bottom of the page! Otherwise, this is what we've been waiting for! Enjoy!
February 10th, 2019
"Are you ready to leave soon?" Harry says as I pat a circular powder cushion under my eyes and look into the mirror. If you had told me that I would be here a few years ago, I don't think I would've believed you.
"Yeah, I am." I call out and Harry walks into the bathroom of the hotel room and he leans in the doorway, looking at me in the mirror as I put on my earrings.
"Wow." He says and I smirk, shaking my head.
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"You've said that at least ten times now, H." I say.
"And I'll keep saying it because it's true." He smiles and I rest my hands on the bathroom sink and look down at the sink, a sudden panic flowing over me. I don't know what's wrong with me.
"What if I don't win?" I ask as I look up from the sink.
"Then you act like it's your last time every single time you act, and you get that award next year... But you're gonna win." He says and I take a deep breath.
"Okay. Let's go." I say and I stand tall looking in the mirror.
This is for Mum and Dad.
Harry and I walk out of the hotel lobby and are bombarded by dozens of cameramen that flash us with cameras and scream our names. I hold my hand out to block the bright lights as security guards keep them back and Chris holds the door open for Harry and I.
"You look beautiful." Chris says and I give him a weak smile and mouth the words 'you too' and he smiles. Harry shakes his hand and he follows me into the car. The door shutting behind us.
"Jesus..." I say under my breath as I push my hair over my shoulders and Harry takes my hand in his, pressing a kiss to my knuckles.
"I love you." He says and I smile.
"I love you too." He says.
Chris gets into the car and takes off down the street as we drive, fans scream and run after us with paparazzi and I take a deep breath.
"Right, let's do this shit!" Chris says and Harry smirks and I laugh.
We arrive at the Dolby Theatre and I feel anxiety rise in my stomach and my breathing becomes rapid as I look out of the tinted car window at how many people there are.
"Let me know when and I'll open your door, Miss Jackson and Mr Styles." Chris says and I grip the seat so hard that my engagement ring digs into my skin, my breathing picking up.
"Hey, what's wrong?" Harry asks as he places one hand on my knee and the other on the seat rest behind me and my breathing picks up.
