⁠☞ narry one-shots

✎grammys

a/n : writing this fic because Niall deserves the world, the least we can give him is a Grammy?

(also let's pretend 'Heartbreak Weather' was release in 2022)

did I go a bit crazy at the end? yes. very much so.

Niall's pov:

I pulled uncomfortably at my collar which was chafing against my sweaty neck. My hands gripped the corner of the sink with such intensity, my knuckles looked like they were going to pop out of their sockets.

I was nervous.

Woah, that was the biggest understatement of the fucking year.

Let me rephrase that: My insides were so blended up with anxiety I felt like crying sweat and sweating tears.

A couple of minutes ago, I fled from the mingling session at the Grammys to seek refuge in the bathroom.

I mean, could you blame me from running away from the intimidating filthy rich and famous A-listers who probably didn't give a fuck where my poor soul was anyway...

Yeah, way to make yourself feel special Horan!

I was actually nominated for the biggest award, Album of the year. While my loyal boyfriend and the rest of the world was sure that I was going to win, my mind kept planting seeds of doubt everywhere!

I hope it kept the packet that the seeds came in, because I really needed to see if throwing up and sweating buckets was one of the side-effects of this shit.

But in all seriousness, I really didn't feel well. Not at all.

Every so often, a wave of nervousness hit and my mind would blank out for a second. I would find myself stumbling into the wall or some poor, random guy who wanted to take a piss in peace.

I felt bile rise up my throat and a familiar emptiness shadow my consciousness.

I have been going to events like these for more than ten years now?!

Why am I so weak to fail at this one? The fucking most important one too?

"Niall? Niall, baby, can you hear me?" A voice echoed into my ears, progressively getting less fuzzy and louder.

I blinked. One. Two.

My vision focused and Harry's concerned face was inches away from my own. His hands were firmly gripping my shoulders and his lips kept moving, without any sound coming out of them.

I pressed hard against my temple with my finger as a sharp pain stabbed it from the inside.

"Haz?" I vaguely heard myself croak.

Soon, I was enveloped in a bone-crushing hug, "Hey Sunshine. How are you feeling?"

I shakily rose to my feet, leaning heavily on my boyfriend, "Dizzy. But I'll manage."

He gave me a tight-lipped smile, as if he was trying to mask his concern, "Okay, darling, just tell me if you don't feel well."

He placed a hand on my lower back protectively, guiding me back to the commotion and I melted into his touch.

"Niall, honey, this isn't a big deal. Please don't stress. If you don't win you don't. If you do, you do. This doesn't change how much I, or any of your fans, love you. I will always love you, baby." He stared into my eyes as we sunk into our respective seats on our assigned table.

"Hey Whoran! Finally got out of your little pissy mood?" Lewis sloshed his beer (that he snuck in a thermal water bottle) and rowdily dropped next to me.

Harry shot him an icy glare and I suppressed a laugh. My boyfriend never seemed to understand that Lewis and my friendship was...uh... quite different.

Different than what he was used to, of course. I'm sure there were other pairs of friends who loved to bully and 'rough it out' with each other?

"Go slurp your hogslop at another table, you barbaric fucker!" I smirked, flicking at his ears.

"I would LOVE to rid you and your boyfriend's cocksucking asses, but Mr-whoever-runs-this-shithole assigned me a seat next to you slugs." He spat playfully in my face.

Harry's grip kept tightening on my forearm, brows creasing with every word. I had come to the conclusion that either my boyfriend was bad at reading simple social cues or Lewis and I deserved Oscars for our fucking fantastic acting skills.

"I don't even know why Harry is with your sorry ass, you are not even a good kisser!" He rolled his eyes at me and I glared at him furiously.

For the love of all things holy, my boyfriend was right next to me!

"Uh-you guys have kissed?" Harry looked horribly uncomfortable and I could tell he was trying so hard to suppress his jealousy.

I could feel the heat of his furious glare burn into Lewis's face.

Said idiot was now nodded vigorously.

"We were drunk Capaldi!" I growled at him and Harry's eyes now sparkled with amusement.

That slowbrain finally caught on. Give the boy a medal.

"You still weren't a very good kisser. It was like a leech-sheep hybrid was suck the blood out of my mouth, and even then it was worse than that." he crossed his arms leaning back, satisfied.

Too far Capaldi. Too far.

"Oh? I wonder why? Maybe it's because YOU PUNCHED ME IN FUCKING THE MOUTH FOR 'ELOPING' WITH YOUR IMAGINARY AVOCADO ELEPHANT, HORACE!?" I spat in his face, chest heaving.

If he was gonna do me like that, I was gonna return the favour.

Lewis's face flushed as quiet laughs murmured across the room.

"Go fuck yourself Horan." He muttered.

"Well my dear brother, unlike you, I have someone to do it for me. So I don't have to desperately resort to such uncivilised pleasantries of the peasants!" I mocked him into a sulky silence.

"Touché," he grumbled, turning away to take a swig of his drink.

I felt Harry chuckle behind me, before pressing a kiss to my neck.

Suddenly the presenter walk on stage and declared that the event of was going to commence.

Shit. I could feel my mind zoning in and out as each of the awards, nominees and winners were announced.

Harry squeezed my hand suddenly and I glanced at him in a daze, "Sweetheart, Album of the year is going to be announ- hey, you okay? You're looking a bit peaky."

"Just peachy," I rasped weakly.

Harry opened his mouth to speak again but was interrupted by the host.

"And now, for Album of the Year, here are our nominees!"

The nominees flashed on the big screen.

Just clap and smile, Niall. Clap and smile.

"Justin Bieber with his 2021 album, JUSTICE!"

Clap and Smile.

"Demi Lovato with the eye-opening HOLY FVCK!"

Clap and Smile.

"Beyoncè with the legendary RENNEISANCE!"

Clap and smile.

"And finally the One direction sweetheart-"

I felt a pair of lips brush against my cheek, planting a sweet kiss on the corner of my lips to soothe me.

"Niall Horan and his emotional rollercoaster HEARTBREAK WEATHER!"

Harry whooped and sprung to his feet, aggressively clapping.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, Niall's incredibly handsome, viciously supportive boyfriend, Mr Harry Styles!"

I flushed red and pulled him down roughly, "Idiot."

He just let out a breathy laugh and slung his arm around my shoulder, "You know you love me."

I just blushed deeper as the audience 'awed'.

"Enough with our favourite couple, the winner of the Album of the year, goes to..."

My breath hitched and I felt Harry's hand snaked around my waist.

Everything depended upon the next sentence. My career. My life. The world as we know it.

Okay, maybe I was exaggerating a tiny but but-

"MR NIALL HORAN!"

Cheers erupted across the room and Harry started squealing in my ear.

I just stared down, envy and disappointment bubbling deep in my soul. This fucker Niall Horan probably didn't deserve to-OH MY GOD!

"FUCK! THAT'S ME!" I sprung to my feet ignoring Lewis's mocking snort.

Supressing my excitement, I professionally walked over the stage only stumbling over my own feet twice. New record.

The microphone and a trophy were shoved in my face as I was pushed behind the lectern.

Okay Niall you got this. Plastering on a smile, I decided a confident, humorous front was the way to approach this.

"Hey people. Um- let me quickly get the thanking bullshit out of the way for the sake of your sanity. I'm obligated to thank my management, Syco - a ring of laughter travelled throughout the crowd-. Uh... thanks for doing shit so I can release my music and stuff. I DO however want to thank my manager, Ross, who was very understanding when I was struggling with inspiration and shit. Inspiration being my dear darling boyfriend, Harry, who's here today-"

I was cut off by Harry hollering on the top of his lungs,"I LOVE YOU BABY!"

My cheeks flushed in embarrassment, " Love you too, you idiot. But in all seriousness, Harry is an extremely important person in my life and I guarantee you if he wasn't my boyfriend I wouldn't be the person I am standing on this stage today. Actually, I literally wouldn't be standing on this stage today if Harry wasn't my boyfriend because he practically FORCED me and my anxiety to come to this event. Thanks baby. I would also like to thank my Ma and Pa for alway supporting my dreams and Greg, my brother, for-"

"OMG I ALMOST FORGOT!" I fumbled into my pockets and pulled out my phone, "Greg loves to rub it in my face that he graduated college and I didn't. Well now I can smash it in his sorry ass that I won a Grammy and he didn't."

Everyone burst out into hysterical laughter, some people doubled over in their seats.

Smirking to myself, I quickly clicked on the Camera app and then the selfie mode.

"Alright guys," Fixing my hair, I turned my back towards the lectern and directed the camera so all the audience and me would be included, "Say, 'Suck that Gregory!"

Some people chuckled slightly before everyone chorused with top of their voices, "SUCK THAT GREGORY!"

I glance at my speech timer realising I still had 30 seconds left.

Might as well fuck around with Capaldi while I'm at it.

In a lowered, sad voice I spoke once more, " And finally, I would like to thank someone who isn't here with us anymore."

The mood dropped into a sort of respected silence, so I continued, "A dear friend and loyal supporter of mine, my late husband..."

From the corner of my eyes, I spotted Harry's eyes widen.

"...and an old flame of my mate Lewis Capaldi, Horace the Avocado Elephant!"

I exploded in fits of giggles, only laughing harder when Lewis screamed out, "YOU FUCKER!" before sloshing his beer all over his new suit.

The whole room was drowning in loud bouts of cackles.

I knew I was going to get that idiot back.

I glanced at Harry who's face shone with amusement. He mouthed to me, "Am I better in bed, though?"

Oh god, trust my boyfriend to bring the foreplay into any situation.

"Yes you are," I mouth back, sporting a cheeky grin.

Walking to my table once more, I sighed contentedly ; it's moments like these that keep me alive.

my space :

okay...so the speech. um yeah.

i dont know what tf i was thinking.

but other than narry, i love lewis and niall's friendship. its so wholesome. 🥺

did you guys hear how they went busking in dublin a few weeks ago?

soooo cute. 

i need to start writing again...i'm running out stories to post.

please give recommend some ideas on the request page. 

all the love, 

T xx