Wasted Whiskies and Crushed Cigarettes | Zarry Stylik | Completed ✓

EPILOGUE

"Where are you B?" Zayn asked through the phone.

"On backstage babe." Harry answered.

"What?! You said you're gonna use restroom." Zayn whisper shouted. "They're gonna announce us for our category."

"I know, I know. But I don't know what the bloody hell is going on here but don't worry, I will be there soon." Harry said.

"Okay, come fast." Zayn sighed before hanging up.

"Where's that bitch?" Louis asked sitting opposite to Zayn on the circular table.

"Don't know, stuck somewhere in backstage." Zayn shrugged.

"Okay, let's start." Jack's voice echoed through the speakers. "Why am I talking like we're just starting it now? Okay, nevermind. Let's start again. Urgh!! God!! Let's just go to the next award."

"He's more confused than me and it's confusing me more." Zayn said making Niall, Louis and Liam laugh out loud.

"British Single of the Year is presented by..." Jack trailed off and looked around. "Who?! You gave me no name!!!"

"ME!!" Harry yelled walking towards the centre of the stage.

"Harry Styles!!" Jack yelled making the whole audience go crazy.

"Sorry Harry, they didn't inform me beforehand." He shrugged.

"To me either." Harry shrugged. "I was on the backstage and one of the Manager asked me to present the award but I don't know why? But here I am."

"Oh wow." Jack mumbled.

"And guess what?!" Harry asked cheerily.

"What?" Jack retorted.

"I'm also nominated in this category." He smiled and the whole arena burst into laughter.

"I'm so sorry Harry." Jack laughed.

"And I thought I'm taking this guy home." He said holding up the award. "Let's go to the nominations." He said changing the topic.

While nominations rolled Harry smiled every time when one of his band members name popped up-other than Niall-and was proud of themselves.

"So?" Jack asked once the nominations AV stopped.

"I don't have the card." Harry said making everyone laugh again.

"Oh god, this is a mess!!" Jack groaned while a girl gave Harry the card. He opened it and smirked to himself.

"And the British Single of the Year goes to..." He trailed off and looked directly in the direction of their band's table. "Zayn Malik - Pillow Talk".

The whole arena erupted into applause, cheers and whistles while Pillow Talk was played in the background. Zayn stood up and hugged his friends before walking down the aisle to stage. He was welcomed by Harry's tight yet warm embrace.

"Congrats Babe," Harry whispered into his ear and pulled back grinning.

"Thanks, babe." Zayn mouthed and Harry handed over his award to him.

"Okay so erhm... I'm not really a guy of many words normally. I don't know, really normally do the speeches but obviously, I have to say thank you for this, this is an amazing evening. I would like to say thank you to our- sorry my fans." He chuckled when Harry chuckled at his confusion. "And my family for letting me do what I love and for helping me to reach the place I am now." He smiled.

"I would also take this moment to thank four of the best guys I've ever met whilst being in the band and doing all the amazing things I did. Some of the things that we did will stay with me for the rest of my life and I thank you for that. Love you lads." He smiled before blowing a flying kiss to his friends who returned it making their fans go crazy.