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"I'm nervous. I don't know if I can do this." He breathes out next to me as he rubs his palms against his thighs. The car turns right and I know we are almost there.
"Of course you can, my love." I try to reassure him. "It'll be alright. You've done it plenty of times." I reach over and put my hand on top of his. Trying to provide some sort of comfort I intertwine our fingers and rub soothing cirlces over the back of his hand with my thumb. "You'll be fine." I smile at him.
"I know, I know. It's just.... 's different, you know?" He sighs and shakes his head. Even if he radiates confidence while giving it his all on stage, and walkes red carpets like he's been doing it his entire life, Harry tends to doubt himself behind closed doors. What many people may interpret as him being incredibly humble is just him being completely honest. Harry has given a part of him to the world through his music and not even the adoration of millions is enough to make him realise that he in fact deserves it all. "Couldn't even believe that I got nominated in three categories. And.. and opening the show.." He inhales deeply and squeezes my hand. "There's just so many things that could go wrong. I mean..haven't performed live in ages. I am excited, obviously, but what if I mess up? 'S like..I don't even know...god." He takes another shaky breath and pushes his hand through his hair. "It's stupid, I know." He hangs his head and looks at me from the corner of his eye.
"No, Harry." I state firmly. "Don't say that. It's not stupid to feel this way, okay? I see where you're coming from but I believe, no, I know, that you have absolutely no reason to worry. Everything is going to be okay. You're going to strut across the red carpet and they are going to love your outfits, you'll do an amazing performance and everything will work out just fine, Harry." I smile as the car comes to a halt.
Harry glances out the tinted window, then back at me. His eyes flit back and forth between my one and a ghost of a smile is pulling at his lips. "There's no one I can think of who deserves this more than you, Harry. And I am so incredibly proud of you." I lean over and press a soft kiss against the corner of his mouth. As I pull back his grin finally mirrors my own, showing off his dimple.
"I don't know what I would do without you, Y/N." His hand comes up to rest against the side of my face. "Just.. wish you would come with me. Would make me feel ...less.. less stressed."
"I know, love. But this is your big night. You've got this."
"'s up to you." He pauses and searches my face, but I stand my ground. "I'll see you in there, love." He closes the remaining distance between us and connects our lips in a sweet kiss. Just as he pulls back, his car door is openend and cameras start flashing. He shoots me one last grin and as the car drives off I can still make out the distant screams of people going crazy over Harry Styles.
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