"Harry, I don't even know what I'm wearing." I say. Harry and I had been on the phone for the past hour. He was at his home filled with stylists and whatnot, getting ready for tonight for the award show he had to be at.

All the while, I was home having a mental breakdown about what I was going to find in under six hours. "No pressure, but it is televised." He says, only amounting to my rising stress.

"Well, I guess I'm not going then." I say, slumping down on my bed. I hear Harry talk to someone on his end.

"Don't you worry about that, just worry about getting ready." He says making me sigh and nod. "I'll pick you up, be ready. I've got to go." He says before he ends the call.

I guess I'll have to wear a dress I've already worn before, I mean it's not like I have the money or the time to go out and buy a new dress. And so I get ready, straightening my hair as much as I could before I apply soft makeup.

After I finish applying a red lipstick, my doorbell rings and when I go downstairs to answer the door, a woman in a commercial suit looks around while holding a bag in her hands.

"Yes?" I say unsure.

"Let's get started, shall we?" She invites herself in making me furrow my eyebrows. "Where do you want to do this?"

"I'm sorry, who are you?" I say, not meaning to sound rude.

"Mr. Styles stylist. He has sent me to help you try on this dress for tonight." She says and takes a beautiful white strapless dress out of its bag.

"Harry sent you?" I ask, reaching for the dress but she simply snatched it back.

"You've got makeup on your fingers and this is a white dress. Unless you have ten thousand dollars to pay for this dress I suggest you wash your hands before you wear it." She remarks, taking me aback but do as she says.

As she helps me in it, the door rings again but before I can call out to see who it is, Harry let's himself in. He's wearing an all black suit with his chest out in the open, revealing the sparrow tattoos.

"Done." The lady says as she zips me up. "We also have jewelry, would you care to see it?"

"Is it worth more than this dress, cause if so no thank you." I joke but she seems to find no amusement to it. Harry suppresses a laugh before the lady hands him a paper.

"Thanks, Joan. We'll stay in contact." He nods at her and she walks away. Once she's out of sight, I twirl to allow Harry to see the whole outfit.

His eyes rake up and down my body and I grin at him, making his eyebrows raise and his bottom lip to tuck in between his teeth, forming a small smirk. "What do you think?" I ask, straightening out the dress with my hands.

"I think no matter what you wear, it'll fit like a glove." He says and my cheeks burn up in a way in which I want to slap myself and him for making that sneaky remark.

Our stare lingers and when I think it's gone too long, I take in a breath and back up. "Should we go?" I ask, almost breaking Harry out of a trance. He nods and gives me a smile before we both leave my apartment.

-

"...Thank you so much for allowing me to be up here, it's an honor to know my music has touched you in a way." I turn my attention from the stage to Harry beside me who was either faking to pay attention or was sleeping with his eyes wide open.

"You know, I always imagined award shows to be fun and full of champagne and with great food." I comment and Harry suppresses a laugh. "Are you actually entertained?"

"There's camera's everywhere, I wouldn't know when I'm being filmed so I always have to look attentive and like I care to being here." Harry replies, clapping once the person gets off stage. "I don't want to look like an asshole."

"We'll, I've yawned like thirty times since we've been here." Maybe this is why Anne didn't want to come here today with Harry. She's been to enough award shows with him that I bet she hated every second of.

Harry shakes his head in disapproval but keeps a small smile on his lips before a person is walking to our table and tapping him on the shoulder.

"You're up in ten." They say to him making him nod and turn to me.

"Wish me luck?" He winks at me and stands up to walk backstage. I plant a soft kiss to Harry's forehead and send him on his way while looking flushed.

The only highlight of tonight will probably have to be Harry's performance that will close out the whole show. It didn't matter to me that I was alone on my table with no other person to talk to, not that I knew of any of them, they were all famous and I was just here because of Harry.

I could however, feel judgy eyes on me, almost as if they were asking themselves who the hell I was, and what the hell I was doing here. But I paid no mind as I watched the spotlight shine on Harry who was now in a different wardrobe.

They had mentioned that he would be performing a new single from his upcoming album and I was more than excited. As the sounds of water running filled the whole room, music begin to play before Harry began to sing.

"I'm in my bed, and you're not here. And there's no one to blame but the drink and my wondering hands."

I always find it that when Harry sings an emotional song, his eyes remain closed only to be opened later and appear glossy. This already sounds like an emotional song and I'm a sucker for them.

"...What am I now, what am I now, what if I'm someone I don't want around? I'm falling again, I'm falling again, I'm falling."

Water begins to surround the stage, coming out of the piano with every stroke of the keys. The music is slow and his singing mixes with it so well.

Seeing him this way, doing something he absolutely adores brings me happiness and makes my insides melt like butter. I've been dealing with these feelings involving Harry for some time now that I've grown to just let them be.

I mean, it's fine to have feelings towards someone you don't particularly want to have feelings for, just as long as you don't act on it— right?

Look at me trying to make myself feel better about having a crush on Harry while also having a boyfriend.

I catch myself sighing, my head propped up on my palm as I watch him with admiration. Ugh, why did my best friend have to be so... hot.

Once the song was over, I found myself frowning for that song I fear will be very prominent to me later on.

Everyone in the room stands up and applauds and Harry bows a couple of times before his eyes catch mine and he gives me a faint but evident smile where I'm able to see his dimple. The curtain closes and the lights come on, signifying that the show was over and we were all free to go.

As the security that escorted Harry backstage leads me back there, I wait just outside his room ready to pounce on him and let him know how proud I am. I see his team going in and out of the room, taking equipment and soon Harry is walking out in his black suit from earlier.

My arms quickly sling around his neck, almost making him stumble but his back hits the wall and he wraps his arms around me in a warm embrace, snuggling his face into my neck as he usually does.

"Was I that good?" He chuckles as we back away from each other. I grin and he does as well. "Now for the least fun part of the night." Harry says and wraps and arm around my waist as he leads us to the exit doors.

As a crew member in Harry's team exits, I can see the flashes of the paparazzi's camera's going off before the door closes again. My chest tightens as my head replays my last encounter with them.

Harry must seem to notice because his grip on me tightens. "It'll be quick, I promise." He says and I nod. As soon as we reach the doors, Harry gives me on last reassuring smile before we are outside being blinded by the flashes.

"...Hey Harry, over here!"

"...Is Kate your girlfriend now?"

"...Is this who you left Kendall for?"

"...Kate, how does it feel to be a home wrecker?"

The paparazzi seems to be more intense this time around as they were piling over each other, almost knocking down the fence that was being used for protection.

I shield my face from the flashes with my bag and before I know it, we're in the back of the truck. "I don't know how you do it." I say, letting out a breath of relief. "I absolutely hate it."

"Trust me, I've gotten used to it over the years. They only do it to get a reaction out of you," he places his hand over mine and rubs circles with his thumb on the back of it. "You did good."

Harry leans his head on the seat close on my side and I do the same, smiling at each other. Without knowing, our heads slowly leaned in closer and closer and closer until our noses were almost touching.

The butterflies in my stomach increased their mass population by a thousand per second as I knew what was about to happen, and I honestly didn't care this time.

With one last glance, we lean in but just before our lips meet, my phone rings with an incoming call from Ben.