FALLING, FALLEN [h.s]

trente-six

𝖥𝖾𝖻𝗋𝗎𝖺𝗋𝗒 2020
𝖫𝗈𝗇𝖽𝗈𝗇, 𝖴𝖪 
𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝖡𝗋𝗂𝗍𝗌 𝖠𝗐𝖺𝗋𝖽

Iris was seated among the other singers in the room, and as her plus one, she brought her sister along with her manager. She was chilling, having a glass of wine as Jack Whitehall is the interviewer at the Brits this year. He interviewed Lizzo and then Harry, who were hammered to the bone.

"Poor man, I feel for him having to deal with drunk Harry," said Iris as she glanced at the interview happening

"Seriously, that man is drunk, and he doesn't realize it is such a Harry move," said Rhea. She chuckled as Jack drank from Harry's glass.

Iris shook his head as she laughed under her breath; Rhea noticed and decided to finally ask her, "So sister, what are you and Harry now?"

"Well, we decided to stay friends, and I think it's for the best," said Iris as she couldn't keep her eyes from glancing at Harry.

Rhea knew they wouldn't, especially since she always thought they were destined mates, or maybe it was hopeless thinking. "Hmm, but do you just want to stay friends?" Said Rhea

That question took her by surprise, which made her look at her sister, "to be frank, I'm not sure," said Iris as she started getting ready for the award show to begin once again

"The nominees for international female soloist are Billie Eilish, Lana del Rey, Iris de Andino, Lizzo, and Ariana Grande." Said the spokesperson as they read their card at hand

"And the winner is.." they opened the envelope. It held the answer

"Iris de Andino!" Said the spokesperson with excitement

She was also shocked since she didn't expect to win anything today. She instantly got up and hugged her sister tightly, and she side-hugged her manager as he gave her a proud smile. She walked through the tables to get to the main stage, and someone stopped her midway to hug her tightly.

"I'm so proud of you, Iris. I knew you could do it," whispered Harry into her ear before letting her go so she could accept her award.

The award show went somewhat smoothly except for some of the wasted singers. But the night wasn't over for the singers, especially with the after-party. Iris was seated in a loveseat with her sister, and the music was blasting throughout the club. She had a glass of margarita at hand. She intended to get wasted celebrating her win. Iris saw many musicians in their world; some danced on the dance floor, others were getting wasted with their friends and crew, and then she saw a certain brunette walking towards her.

"IRIS! I've missed you!" Said Gemma as she brought Iris into a hug. Iris knew she missed her hugs and her voice as well. "Oh my god, Gem, I've missed you so much. I swear your brother almost separated us," chuckled Iris as she saw Harry sauntering behind Gemma

"Looks who decided to join the party," said Rhea as she was sipping her cocktail

Harry suddenly put his arms around Iris's shoulder. He almost put his whole weight on her, making Iris stumble in her steps, especially her heels. "Okay, big guy, let's sit you down." Iris glanced at Rhea, who made space for Harry and Iris to sit.

"Iris, you know you look gorgeous right now," blurted Harry as he looked into her eyes.

"You don't mean that you're wasted at the minute," said Iris as she removed his arm from her shoulder and noticed Rhea and Gemma glancing at each other.

"I'm not wasted, Iris. I'm just not here now, and I mean every word. You look beautiful," said Harry as he tapped his fingers with hers, wanting to hold her hands.