Faith in the future (Larry One-Shots)

The Grammys

AN: First of all- Hello, welcome back guys! I've not posted the last OS yet (when I wrote it), but the moment y'all see this I obviously did, so I just wanted to say: Tank you! To this hwole fandom. You are so open, so supporting and the fanbase is still grwoning every day; not missing that many people on its way. It's fabalous and I felt welcomed and comfortable in it from the first second. THANK YOU! 
And to come back to the OS - Grammys will probably be over a more or less time now (they are), but I really needed to write it, so enjoy the memories? 
In contrast to the last one, we don't need a long backround story here, don't we? 

And Remember that a fanfiction is just a written story of scenes we would like to be real or images arising in our heads.

Finished: 12th March, 2023
Words: 6362 (before revision), 6731 (after) 

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Summary: Three awards. Three Grammys. Best engineered Album non-classical, Album of the year and Best Pop Vocal Album: Louis knew he probably should have stayed in their hotel that night. And so did Harry. But Louis didn't want to stay in the hotel just as little Harry wanted to do this without the blue-eyed. Including the clear difference Harry wasn't able to be with Louis either way as long the ceremonies last, as long they were broadcasted live on TV, his husband had have the opportunity to leave their room. And because he felt bad for the green-eyed man he loved, who tried to convince himself as much as Louis earlier in the morning that "it is okay" when it was not, the former one decided he would come to one of the Grammy After-Parties so they could see each other there. At least celebrating together afterwards.

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It was 7 minutes before 1 am when Louis had last looked at his lock screen on which a picture of the two of them kissing on their walk with Clifford and Niall, who had made it, could be seen and it just underlined the longing feeling in his heart. Seven minutes until Harry would be with him again. Only seven minutes.

Seven little minutes seemed to be nothing to him now, considering he had already waited a number of hours he stopped counting at some point, but at the same time the few remaining were still too much. It has been arduous not to be with the man he loved and who went through one of the most unique moments of his career without him -winning an award stayed something unique, no matter how often you did-, because of a few contracts which should be for their own good but definitely didn't feel like they were. And in fact probably weren't, because in the end "for your own best" sounded much better than "for my money" and after years in the music industry Louis and the boys were pretty sure: that was all that mattered for Modest! and every other big label placed in the industry. Selling albums and singles, producing as many songs as possible and earning money. Not nearly "their best".

When Louis came, bumby and slowly out of his thoughts which were mixed to a wild mess of missing Harry and being mad with their management, back in reality, he looked forward to the moment he will be able to put the other man in a tight hug so much. It wasn't long since they saw each other -at least not in comparison to other days, but it felt like an eternity. A bit like in the times when they were both on tour and sometimes didn't see each other for weeks. Weeks of only talking to each other via their phones. That wasn't the case, but the longing for each other, how much they missed each other was at least as great. And the incredible amount of small and big events all over the day just underlined the feeling not only the blue-eyed man had. Events and the by and by flaring up anger and frustration making the chaos in his head complete. Anger and frustration towards all the little things stood in their contracts no one explained to them, before they signed. At least not in detail. Not that they really understood it.