Hariana Imagines

It'll be Alright

Inspiration from Harry's new song that takes me to Saturn and back--honestly makes me cry every time I hear it.

So proud of you my baby, I knew the song was going to be fire.

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The audience starting heading back to their seats, women pulling along their long, adorned dresses that pooled at their heels while the men fixed up their collars. The screening showed that the live award ceremony was returning from the commercial brake, and all celebrities patiently awaited for it to begin again.

Meanwhile, Harry was busy playing with the sleeve of his button up. He had no intentions of being here, but management made it a statement that he was to show up with his new girlfriend, Jayla. The girlfriend that was all part of the stunt anyways. If it was up to him, he would have been enjoying some quality time with his buds back home with a beer in his hand and loud music playing. Instead, he found himself pretentiously awaiting for the Grammy's to start again.

He didn't know why he was there, he hadn't mentioned a thing about his solo career yet so for him to be there was completely unnecessary, well to him.

He looked to his side when he felt fingers entwine themselves with his own, seeing Jayla's cautious green eyes glance at him once before sending a smile his way. He retrieved his stare, making no effort to give him her attention. He didn't know why'd she was being so touchy this whole evening, but once the camera man moved the shot to him, he understood.

Sighing, he gave a small wave to the camera before it panned to the celebrities in front of him. He held back an eye roll, comfortable merely done with this ceremony and just wanting to call it quits for the night.

Before he could further scoff in his head, the lights simmered down and everyone's attention was focused on the illuminated screen. He slumped back in his seat, retrieving his hand from Jayla's and entwining his own hands in his lap. She simply rested her head on his shoulder, her black, tight-curled hair slightly peeking at his cheek.

The distinct first note of a piano ballad starting playing, and the orchestra began playing the soft tones that had everyone mesmerized. Harry raised his eyebrows, looking around in slight amusement at the tune. Though, his expression immediately turned sour when his eyes met the familiar female's on the screen.

He was confused as to why they were showing a montage of clips of her with soft piano playing in the background. Her bright smile enveloped the screen, clips of her with fans and family popping up. The montage was filled with happy memories, until her smile turned into that of a forced one. The noticeable difference had the celebrities frown, seeing the girl they have known for so long hiding her pain.

Harry turned away when she was shown in her darkest, saddest times where she curled herself up and cried into her knees. He remained facing his side, ignoring a few sobs and cries coming from the audience until the song slowly trailed off.

Looking up, he saw the letters that had him freeze in his tracks.

ARIANA GRANDE 1993-2017

Almost immediately, he bolted out of his seat, leaving Jayla shocked and awkwardly sitting there as multiple eyes turned to the scene.

After checking social media, he was met with pictures of her bruised and fragile self laying unconscious in the hospital bed that belonged to the one closest to her house. Knowing exactly where to go, he ordered the taxi waiting outside to drive as quickly as possible when he was met with the news that she could still be laying unconscious in the bed instead of dead.

Having no other thought than Ariana in his head, he closed his eyes and prayed the news wasn't accurate. Hoping that some fake spread rumors about the leaked pictures, he sprinted out of the taxi after paying the driver. Busting through the doors, he ignored the small gasps coming from left and right, running to the main desk where the lady stood with wide eyes at his sudden entrance.