you were a singer just like harry, your fiancé. a few weeks ago you started writing a song dedicated to him, he didn't know about it, so you decided to sing it on stage, at the award show you were invited to sing at. and of course he was coming with you because he was nominated for 4 awards.
"why are you so nervous?" harry asked, giggling at your nervous state because you are opening the night.
"it's my first time, and anything can go wrong. i mean, what if i fall, or my mic falls or what if I forget the words. god, I'm such a failure," you spoke, placing your head in your hands.
"you're not a failure, love, stop saying that. you're going to do perfect tonight, i believe in you, trust me. " "you think so?" your e/c eyes gazing into his. "i'm 100% sure i mean, you're y/n" harry smiled.
"you're the best, harold" you giggled "hey! i told you to stop calling me that!" "and now, opening the grammy awards for the first time tonight, y/n styles!"
the host said and the lights suddenly going off. after a few seconds they came back on and there you were, on a chair with a guitar in your hands while a mic is positioned in front of you.
you started playing the guitar and almost everyone looked confused because no one knew the song.
❝ your eyes, so crystal green
sour apple baby, but you taste so sweet
you got hips like jagger and two left feet
and i wonder if you'd like to meet
your voice is velvet through a telephone
you can come to mine, but both my roommates are home
think i know a bar where they would leave us alone
and i wonder if you'd take it slow
oh, we're dancing in my living room
and up come my fists
and i say, "i'm only playing, boy"
the truth is this
that i've never seen a mouth that i would kill to kiss
and i'm terrified, but i can't resist
and i said
beautiful stranger, here you are in my arms and i know
that beautiful strangers only come along to do me wrong
and i hope, beautiful stranger, here you are in my arms
not I think it's finally, finally, finally, finally, finally safe
for me to fall
oh-oh-oh
oh-oh-oh
i grab your hand and then we run to the car
singing in the street and playing air guitar
stuck between my teeth just like a candy bar
and i wonder if it goes too far to say
i've never recognized a purer face
you stopped me in my tracks and put me right in my place
used to think that loving meant a painful chase
but you're right here now and I think you'll stay
oh, we're dancing in my living room
and up come my fists
and i say, "i'm only playing, boy"
the truth is this
i've never seen a mouth that i would kill to kiss
and i'm terrified, but the truth is this
i said..
beautiful stranger, here you are in my arms and i know
that beautiful strangers only come along to do me wrong and i hope
beautiful stranger, here you are in my arms
and i think it's finally, finally, finally, finally, finally safe
for me to fall
oh-oh-oh
oh-oh-oh
yeah, i think it's finally, finally, finally, finally. ❞
harry rose to his feet and clapped, just like everyone. "thank you" you shouted in the mic and left the stage. after some minutes you were back at the table with harry.
"you were wonderful up there, love" he hugged you and you hugged back "i never heard the song though" harry added "i wrote it a few weeks ago for you, and i decided that this is the best moment to sing it to you!" he grinned and pulled you in for a kiss.
"god, i'm so lucky" harry whispered into your ear. you blushed and both of you sat back to watch the nominees for the first category.
