Something Great

Chapter 21:

Tomorrow was the Grammy’s and my heart was jumping even though it was a little less than 24 hours away. Harry and I were flying out tonight, to Los Angeles for the award show. I couldn’t wait to put my dress on and actually be there with all the talented people. Harry has been trying to calm me down for the last 2 hours but I kept giggling. “I love your smile,” Harry laughed, then gave me a quick peck on the lips.

“And I love you,” I giggled.

“Jeez,” he rolled his eyes playfully. “Emma,” he said. I couldn’t even sit still at this point. I was jumping up and down on the hotel’s large bed and laughing crazily. “If you’re gonna be like this on the plane, you can find somewhere else to sit.” He was only joking but I stopped. He smiled at himself for getting me to stop. “Finally,” he admitted out loud.

“Am I giving you a headache?” I asked, sitting down. I tilted my head to one side and bit my bottom lip. His eyes wandered down to me and my eyes widened, in question. “I’m sorry babe,” I stood up so our bodies were parallel and in much contact. Slowly, I kissed him, knowing how he loved slow intimate kisses. This time for the first time ever, when I pulled away he fell into me because he wasn’t ready to finish. His face flushed with red and I felt a smile creep onto my face. Suddenly, I felt bad for teasing him and wrapped my arms around his neck. “Stop packing for a while,” I enforced.

“Okay,” he said as if he was falling under my spell.


The plane was boarding and Harry and I were in first class so we boarded first. I sat in the window seat as usual and Harry handed me the blanket he brought and pulled out his phone to turn it off. For the first hour of the plane, Harry was sleeping on my shoulder and my eyes were glued on the window. The way the world looked from up here was outstanding. It was so unreal to me, the beauty of it really caught my eyes.

Soon, Harry woke up and he stretched out. “You didn’t fall asleep yet?” he asked surprised because I’m usually out within seconds. I shook my head and looked down at my twiddling thumbs. Planes give you a long time to think and sometimes it’s good and other times it’s really unnecessary. “What’s on your mind, babe?” Harry sat up and looked at me looking down.

“I just got to thinking and what if I somehow screw something up tomorrow,” I bit my bottom lip nervously.

“Hey, hey don’t think like that. Don’t think negatively. You’ll be fine,” he assured me. “Besides, I’ll be there right beside you the whole time.”

“Not the whole time…” I said looking at him. “I’m gonna make a fool of myself on stage, I always do.”

“No you don’t…” he trailed off, knowing that I am a klutz and there could be a possible chance of me falling on my face or saying something I shouldn’t. “Just think of it, Em. Everyone screws up. For God’s sake at the Brit Awards, I was in the bathroom when we were receiving an award. People have done worse and it’s just funny at this point. Jennifer Lawrence fell walking up to get an award at the Oscars. That’s big and she laughed it off because you can’t let those types of things get the best of you. You’ll be fine, I guarantee it.”
“Thanks,” I said giving him a kiss on the cheek. “I think I can fall asleep now,” I smiled and cuddled up to his shoulder and found myself asleep within seconds.

I woke up midway when the plane was landing, I probably could have kept sleeping but when the plane hit the ground, my eyes were wide awake. Harry buckled my seatbelt while I was asleep and I was thankful for that or else I would have gone face first into the seat in front of me. “Good nap?” he asked. I nodded and rubbed my eyes so I was a little more awake.



Ed Sheeran was also in Los Angeles for the Grammy’s so we were meeting up with him tonight to hang out. When we got to the hotel it was nice to know that it was just Harry and I. I loved the guys and everyone that surrounded them but alone time with Harry was something I’ve been craving. I quickly undressed and grabbed a towel and wrapped it around my nude body. “You showering?” Harry asked, not even having to look at me.

“Yeah,” I said walking over to the bathroom.

“Don’t use all the hot water,” he noted.

“Well I was hoping you’d join me,” I practically begged. Harry was by my side in seconds, removing his clothing.


Going out and drinking wasn’t smart especially for me because if I get a hangover, I will be in pain for the rest of tomorrow. But Harry would be fine and I didn’t mind taking care of him in case anything did happen to go the wrong way. I missed Ed and it was just us and a few other people. People that Harry and Ed knew but not me. But thankfully, Ed was sitting with me for a few hours and we talked about tomorrow. “You’ll be fine!” he threw an arm around me and squeezed tight.

“Thanks, Ed.” I gave him a smile to let him know that I believed him.

“It’s gonna be weird, like you’ll be walking down the red carpet and Harry will be with you but they’re gonna be talking to you. Because it’s your night of course,” he reminded me. “He’s such a good guy,” he said looking over at Harry who just so happened to be taking pictures with fans. “Look at him, the guy was born for this.” It was true. Harry was born to be famous, he had it all in his hands. He knew exactly what he was doing and when to do it. The fans loved him (equally to the other guys). But he just handled it all so well.

“I know,” I agreed.

“You’re lucky too – well you both are lucky to have each other because you both are amazing people.” I loved drunk Ed, he was so motivational and inspiring. Probably when he wrote his songs is when he was drunk. It’s a good way, when the truth comes out.


I helped Harry all the way back to the hotel and practically carried the boy up the stairs. Which was very hard considering he was basically deadweight. He was laughing and saying the stupidest things all the way up the elevator and he wouldn’t shut up. It took me forever to open the door because he kept moving the key and making the card decline. “Harry for like 5 seconds just stop, okay?” I asked, getting hasty. Finally, he stopped and I got us into the room and he fell over a chair and our suitcases but then made it to the bed. I let out a long sigh and dropped my bag on the counter. “You’re a mess Styles.”

“But I’m your mess,” he stumbled over his words but I could see him smiling through the dark. That caused me to smile.

“Yes you are,” I answered back into the dark. It was quiet for a couple of minutes so I assumed he was sleeping. I removed my clothes and tried finding one of Harry’s t-shirts but it was too dark. Then I felt two hands around my waist and I laughed. “Harry, I thought you were sleeping.”

“And I thought you were dressed,” he came back. “But this will do,” he said before pulling me onto the bed with him. There was something about having sex when one of you is drunk…it
was unappealing to me.

“Harry not tonight,” I said. He was on top of me and I didn’t want it to stop but it felt wrong somehow. I know we’re dating but still. He placed kisses all down my neck, making me react with moans. “Harry,” I whined. That’s when he stopped and I could hear the faint sound of him snoring. I couldn’t help but burst out into laughter but then quickly cover my mouth so he wouldn’t wake up. The fact that he fell asleep on me after trying to have sex, it was priceless. Something I couldn’t wait to make fun of him for tomorrow.

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