I run down the corridor of Madison Square Garden. My phone is clutched in my hand, my messages open.
"Guys!" I shout when I see the boys at the end of the corridor.
"What's got you so excited?" Liam teases as I get to them.
"We got nominated for a Grammy!" I squeal, jumping into Louis' arms.
We spend the next few minutes celebrating. Neither of us have ever been nominated for a Grammy before so this is a huge landmark.
"What did we get nominated for?" Niall finally asks.
I check my messages. "Album of the year, song of the year, best music video, best group performance, and best vocals."
"Five Grammy's?" Harry asks, his eyes wide. "Holy shit."
"That's crazy." Louis sighs, kissing the top of my head.
"Louis?" I whisper, his head turning towards me. "Can I talk to you?"
"Of course." He leads me into the dressing room, shutting the door. "What's wrong?"
"They want me to perform Piece by Piece at the Grammy's." I tell him, biting my lip.
"That's amazing, babe!" Louis grins, placing his hands on my waist. "Do you not wanna do it?"
"Singing that song is so hard. I'm not sure if I'd be emotionally stable enough to sing it without crying."
"By now, everyone understands what you went through and what you're still going through. It's a hard song to sing wit the concept you wrote about, I agree. But if anyone can do it, it's you."
I sigh, caving in. "Alright. I guess I'll do it."
"Perfect." Louis grins, pecking my lips. I bury my face in his neck, closing my eyes.
How could I be any happier?
I'm engaged, living the dream, touring the world, and now we're nominated for five Grammy's. I'm on cloud nine.
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Strings Attached. (Louis Tomlinson Fanfiction)
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