Never have I ever [H.S]

8

"Girl, even if you don't win, you'll surely take the title of the hottest woman on the red carpet tonight."

Florence's words make you chuckle, but you try not to move your lips too much as the makeup artist finishes up the last touches on them, using a nude shade.

"Stop, my head is big enough already," you tell her, giving her a look through the mirror. She is standing a few feet behind you, already wearing her beautiful, golden Versace gown that hugs her perfectly. Her hair is up in a neat bun so her back can be on full display and the diamonds in her ears can also shine brightly. She looks amazing while she is the opposite of what you'll look like tonight.

Rhonda, the makeup artist has an amazing notion about your look when you showed her the gown you'd be wearing tonight and since the dress is not the sparkly kind, like Florence's, she went a little heavier with the glitter on your eyes, using mostly whitish-silver colors, creating rosy cheeks and topping it with nude, glossy lips. Your hair is in loose curls with a bunch of extension, creating the illusion that you might as well be Rapunzel herself tonight. But you are the most excited about the gown that's already waiting for you to be finally put on.

"What time is it?" you ask Florence as you don't have your phone on you, but she has hers in her hands already.

"We still have half an hour before we have to leave. Dude, I can't believe you are an Oscar nominee and might turn into a winner tonight!" she sighs, eyes shining bright with excitement. She hasn't come off of this high for days, so over the Moon that you get to walk the red carpet tonight as a nominee.

"Don't jinx it, Flo," you warn her.

There's a knock on the door of the hotel suit you've occupied for the glamming and Florence is quick to rush to it answering, but you both know who it is. As she throws the door open Harry comes to your sight, looking as handsome as ever, wearing his custom made Gucci suit with a pink dress shirt underneath that matches your gown perfectly.

"Florence, you look wonderful!" his british accent fills the room, making you smile. Rhonda sets your makeup with some spray and you're finally done. Standing up you move your legs around a bit as they went a little numb from all the sitting.

"Thank you! Pink suits you well, Harry," your friend compliments your man and you watch them smiling.

When Harry's eyes set on you, the light up, his smile widening from ear to ear. He looks spotless, freshly shaved, his hair recently cut and combed into place for a change. Not that you don't like it when it's all tousled and messy, especially when it's because of your fingers.

"Angel, wow!" he breathes out as he walks up to you, taking your hands in his. You know he wants to kiss you, but doesn't want to risk messing your lips up, so he is left with admiring you with only his eyes.

"Just wait until you see her in the dress!" Florence chimes in making you chuckle. You kept your dress a secret, wanting to surprise him with the first look. You gave out only the most necessary details for Lambert so the two of you could match.

"You'd be great like this too," he teases, taking a look at your fluffy robe.

"I'm not going to the Oscars in a robe," you tell him with a narrow-eyed look.

"I know, I'm just saying that you'd still be stunning," he mumbles with a boyish smirk.

"Y/N? Time to choose a necklace!" Your stylist, Rupert appears from the room where your gown is hanging. He has a few jewelry boxes in his hands and he sets them all to the coffee table, opening up you are met with four breathtakingly beautiful diamond necklaces, each of them different yet so magical looking, you can't decide which one you like the most.