Being with Harry came with a laundry list of perks.
Access to an incredible closet, the chance to travel the world whenever you wanted, sex with an unbelievably attractive man.
But there were also some downsides.
Like being his caretaker when he celebrated a little too hard.
As usual, you'd taken your time getting ready, knowing you wouldn't see him until the after party, and you could already tell he'd be in rare form based on the antics you'd seen on the telecast. You were pretty confident he'd already had a drink or two by the time he walked up to the stage to receive his first award, just by how loose he was. You knew the alcohol hadn't stopped flowing when he started throwing himself at anyone who was near. And you were surprised he was still standing when Tom had to gently guide him across the stage after the last award of the evening.
When you arrived at the restaurant that was hosting the first after party, you had prepared yourself to be attacked by Harry, but were surprised to come across Gemma instead.
"Do you have eyes on him?" you asked.
"Yeah, he's over there." She gestured to a table in the back where Harry had one arm around Jeffrey and was using his other hand to gesture animatedly as he told a story. "I thought he had sobered up a little while he was doing interviews after but that apparently isn't the case," she added as Harry wobbled, nearly losing his footing until Jeffrey caught him. "Looks like I got the easy shift tonight. I don't envy your evening."
"Oh dear," you said under your breath. "None for me," you said, to the waiter who asked for your drink order. One of you had to have a level head.
"There's my girlfriend," Harry yelled, causing Jeff to cover his ears.
"Here I am!" You walked over to him and gave him a big hug and a kiss on the cheek.
"He's all yours," Jeff laughed, patting you on the back as Harry clung onto you, whispering in your ear.
"...and then he gave me the award and we hugged again and then – "
"H, baby, why don't we sit down," you suggested, unsure of your ability to support his entire body weight for much longer.
"Oh, yeah." He righted himself and found a seat at the table, walking on unsteady legs with you close behind.
The booth you found yourselves sitting in was cozy, especially as Tyler, Tom, and Jenny, slid in next to you. Harry, not wantign to be left out, all but laid on top of you trying to not only steal a cuddle, but insert himself into the conversation that was happening to your right. You exchanged a wide-eyed glance with Gemma as you gently pushed Harry back to his seat. She laughed over the rim of her glass and rolled her eyes, quite familiar with her brother's antics.
"Maybe we can sneak away and have another round of celebrations like we did last week?" Harry whispered to you, his breath hot against your ear as the waiter deposited entrees in front of everyone. "Make you scream my name."
"As enticing as that offer sounds, I'm going to pass," you said quietly, twirling pasta around your fork.
Harry pouted. "Why not?"
"Eat," you told Harry, pointing at the plate of fettucini in front of him. "You need to get something in your stomach. Drink some water too," you prodded, pushing his glass closer to him. "It'll make you feel better."
"I feel fiiiiinnnneee," Harry retorted, stretching out the last word.
"I've got to be honest with you, those do not sound like the words of someone who is fine."
