Maybe One Day [H.S. One Shots]

GOLDEN BOY (Harry & Eloise | Post-Grammy's)

A/N: This is a continuation of the Grammy's one shot! I needed to tie up some loose ends and set-up some things, ready for the sequel... But this will be it for Harry & Eloise for a while, so I hope you enjoy this fluffy, smutty, silliness!

As per the disclaimer on the previous chapter, this contains HUGE SPOILERS for chapters 10.1 onwards of It's You. I strongly suggest you DO NOT read this if you haven't finished that book yet... DON'T SAY I DIDN'T WARN YOU! Xx

14th March 2021 (late at night)

Leaning heavily against her in the back seat, Harry groans as Eloise jostles his head with a playful shrug of her shoulder. But it tapers into a satisfied sigh as she starts cording her fingers through his now disheveled curls.

"It's just around the next bend, on the right...", she calls through her mask and over the music to their driver.

Despite copious tequila and champagne, Harry doesn't miss a beat, murmuring low in her ear, "Oh? My bad...". Dancing his fingers from their ascent up her bare left leg, he shifts to her right and follows the curve of her knee, trailing up her long, lean thigh.

Cutting cautious eyes to the rearview mirror, she's taken aback at Harry's daring, and just a beat too slow to catch his hand before it dips under the gold lace-frilled hemline of her black brocade mini dress.

With a sharp intake of breath as he boldly surges forward to the apex of her thighs, she clamps her legs shut, inadvertently trapping his teasing fingers.

But with their driver promptly arriving at his destination too, Harry and Eloise both recoil as he flips on the interior lights.

"Here you are... Congrats again!", the driver twists around in his seat for a fist bump.

As a blushing Eloise throws a hurried "Thank you" over her shoulder and quickly steps out of the blacked-out Mercedes saloon, Harry takes in the view and just about wipes the sly smirk from his face as he twists back to the driver. "Thanks, man; appreciate it", he can't help his bashful, dimpled grin.

Something catches his eye, and the smirk is back in an instant when he realises it's Eloise's ring - glinting in the low light as she waggles her fingers enticingly in a come-hither motion.

Standing with one hip popped insouciantly against the door of the idling car, she doesn't need to tell him twice.

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Given the unease around the COVID restrictions, and potential for bad press if caught gallivanting around, celebrating with reckless abandon, they'd intentionally laid low.

Having been certain he'd leave the awards empty-handed to head straight back to Ben and Mer's to lick his wounded pride, Harry hadn't been in on it, but Glenne had laid on an after-party in the garden of her and Jeff's gorgeous new home.

Then, assuming they were arriving for just a low-key dinner, he'd been taken aback to find more people than he'd seen gathered in one place for a long while. The band and most of his core team; including Tom, Tyler, Sammy, and Jeff Bhasker too. Tommy and a number of the Full Stop Management guys were there as well, plus all the Azoff's. Rob Stringer dropped in with a couple of Columbia execs in tow, and some of his other LA friends - like James and Kendall - stopped by over the course of the evening to offer their congratulations too.

With everyone still on a high after the performance and subsequent win, Glenne nailed the tone perfectly. Fun, relaxed, and private; they'd all been perfectly content to mill around, chatting and drinking around the fire pit and under the festoon lights strung over the patio and pool deck.