Harry wins a Grammy.

{v lots of feels, v lots of smut}

You shook your head in wonder as you watched Harry devotedly from the side of the small stage he was currently performing on.

You were glad for the mask you wore as it hid the stupid smile underneath as you tracked his every little head throw, shoulder pump and little shimmy.

Watching Harry perform never got old, and you knew that this was one of those moments where Harry truly couldn't believe that this was his life, and that was clear as day in his bright eyes and huge smile that didn't leave his face throughout the duration of the Grammy nominated song.

But, as proud and happy for him as you were...you certainly had a lot to say about that leather suit.

That fucking leather suit.

From the moment he'd slipped it on in your shared room a few hours ago you knew you were in deep, deep trouble. The ache between you thighs purely just from looking at him had not lessened in the slightest, and as he turned away from the mic to remove the pale green boa from his neck and started shaking his bum your jaw literally dropped.

Watching the way the tight leather fit perfectly on his sculpted thighs and glutes made the temperature of the room suddenly increase by about a hundred degrees.

And then it only got worse.

You knew he knew exactly what he was about to do as his eyes flashed to yours for a heartbeat to drop you a quick wink and you saw the smirk written all over his face.

He strutted over to his backup singers and began following their dance moves. The subtle thrusts of his hips and how his jacket would flap open to reveal the gorgeous tanned, tattooed skin underneath literally had a wetness pooling in your panties before you could stop it.

You tried to fight the roll of your eyes at knowing Harry had also done this to remind people he had some semblance of rhythm after the dance routine in the TPWK music video. You supposed he truly was a triple threat now; singer, actor, and you couldn't believe you were admitting it, dancer.

Vain, talented, sexy asshole.

A quiet huff left your lips as you shifted from one leg to the other, trying to think of anything, anything, but that damned suit and green boa, but you just couldn't peel your eyes from your rockstar.

Of course, as much as you might complain about how alluring your boyfriend was and how he always managed to use it to rile you up, you were still thoroughly enjoying his prancing around and the husky sound of his voice as the song drew to a close.

Nothing would come close to the thrill you felt when watching Harry perform, especially on a night like tonight.

Truth was, you were just glad to see that his nerves weren't getting the better of him; he looked the picture of confidence and ease as the claps of the few people who were allowed near the stage rang out, your own loud ones included.

Part of you was pretty certain that the reason Harry looked so relaxed was because he'd convinced himself he wasn't going to win anything. Ever the humble man, Harry was just overjoyed he had even been asked to perform and open the show; it seemed as though the actual nominations were not the real reason he was there.

But you knew him well enough to know that there was still some jitters deep down, which is why, regardless of the waves of nausea that were roiling in your stomach the closer you got to his awards being announced, you'd taken it upon yourself to distract him and keep things light.

So when he made his way off the stage, boa flung around his neck again, and was grinning from ear to ear at you, you knew exactly what you were going to do.

You hooked your mask off one ear just before Harry reached you and took you into his arms. He held you so tightly, another small giveaway of his hidden anxiety, that your feet left the floor.

The heady scent of him that engulfed you made your head spin and you were again reminded of the fire pooling in your lower stomach as you felt his warm chest graze your dress.

You pulled away after a moment longer and pressed a swift kiss to his jaw before shaking your head in awe just as you had done a few minutes ago.

"What?" He said around a toothy grin, short hair glossy with sweat.

"You're just exquisite H, an absolute dream to watch out there," you replied, voice thick with pride, but also lust which you knew Harry had definitely heard.

"Certain type of dream for you I think as well," he quipped back with a smirk, tugging you back to him and closing the small distance between your bodies.

"All I'm saying is you better shake your ass like that for me later."

He tipped his head back and laughed at the seriousness in your tone, but you felt the way his crotch pressed a little further into you.

"I knew this suit would be the death of me," you continued, voice musing but tipped with a wonton lilt, as you gazed from under your lashes at him, "I've certainly got a few ideas for this boa later too," your hand managed to palm the end of said boa and drag it slowly up the inside of Harry's thigh.

You watched his eyes widen slightly and become glossed over with lust as his throat bobbed. As you neared the apex of his thigh, your hand was practically a ghost of a touch over where he wanted you most as the soft material fell away and you knew your job was done.

Harry blinked at you as you gave him a teasing smirk, pleased to have finally gotten him back for that little show just now.

Breaking him out of his trance, you looped the boa around his neck and tugged on the end as you started walking away, "C'mon shows only just started," you quipped sweetly with a wink.

One type of show has definitely started, Harry thought as he followed after you like a lovesick puppy.

♥

All signs of sultry teasing and silly flirting had completely disappeared by the time you were situated in a small room alongside Harry's band and glam team, all of you anxiously watching the monitors as they flashed up the short clips of each of the nominees for 'best solo pop performance'.

Now that Harry was nowhere in sight, sat with Jeffery in the outdoor seating area for the nominees, you could finally let your bone-shaking nerves show.

It wasn't that you thought Harry wasn't going to win, not at all. It was the eagerness at wanting Harry's innate talent to be recognised as it always should be; it was the immense pride flowing through you and consuming every nerve; it was the love you knew had gone into this album, into every bit of music Harry worked so hard on; it was how you knew he must be feeling sat at that small table.

But mostly, it was how you knew Harry hadn't even let himself think of winning, but what it would mean to him if and when he did.

The feelings were absolutely overwhelming, but you knew they must be a fraction of what Harry was experiencing, and that on its own made you sick to your stomach with nerves.

You were stood between Harry Lambert and Sarah, who had one hand resting on her bump, and the other wrapped tightly around Mitch's arm who was stood on her other side. He was deathly silent; watching the screen like a hawk. You knew from the wild emotions displayed in his eyes that he knew, possibly more than anyone - including yourself - how Harry must be feeling in this moment, as he was undergoing the exact same thing, having put just as much love into this record.

One of your hands was held tightly with Harry Lambert's own, both of them clammy but neither of your caring, while your other hand was chewing on your nails. Luckily the manicure that matched Harry's hadn't been ruined in your nervous habit.

Your heart was beating a mile a minute as they showed Harry's clip, second to last and then before you knew it, the host, Trevor Noah, was introducing the kind looking woman who worked at the Troubadour who would be announcing the winner.

The room went so silent you could've heard a pin drop as she spoke, "And the Grammy goes to..."

You watched without breathing as she fiddled with the envelope.

Five excruciatingly long seconds passed and you felt like your knees were going to buckle, or your heart was going to give out with how fast it was hammering against your ribs and -

"Watermelon Sugar, Harry Styles!"

The room erupted in cries and shouts and cheers as the camera switched to Harry, eyes down focused on his knees and eyebrows practically in his hairline.

The rest of the live feed was practically a blur as tears flowed down your cheeks, and you felt your body dip slightly as the words settled into your brain. Harry Styles.

Luckily Harry Lambert was still gripping onto your hand and noticing the sway of your body and the frozen look of shock and pride etched onto your face, took one tearful laugh at you and pulled you into a huge hug.

"He w-won," you whispered, no element of disbelief present in your tone, just pure gratefulness and pride.

"He did Y/N," Harry Lambert confirmed as though he knew it maybe hadn't sunk in for you just yet.

The next minute was a whirlwind of hugs and celebrations, a complete blur in your mind as different sets of arms engulfed you until you were all back facing the TV ready to watch Harry's acceptance speech.

You'd been silently crying the whole time, but as Harry reached for the Grammy, his Grammy, a sob escaped your lips and the small group turned to you with understanding coos and chuckles, knowing exactly how you were feeling.

Sarah wrapped an arm around your shoulders and looked to you with a huge teary grin as she squeezed, and you mustered up a small smile of thanks before turning back to watch Harry's speech.

He only spoke for a few minutes, but you hardly registered a word because of the way your heart was positively bursting at how thick Harry's voice was with emotion, how he gestured and shuffled on his feet and wiped at his eyes.

All you remembered was a cheer going around the room when Harry mentioned Mitch, another sob leaving your mouth as Harry's voice wobbled, an unanimous laugh going through you all as he swore on live television.

And then it was over, and they were cutting to a commercial break and your incredible, beautiful, brilliant boyfriend was now a Grammy winner.

It was fifteen minutes later when the door to the small room you were all in began to open. You'd been incapable of hardly any words during this time with how tight your throat felt, instead just hovering around and letting your tears continue to fall because as soon as they'd stop, they'd start up again when you thought of four words - Harry Styles, Grammy Winner.

But your head whipped around fast as anything when you heard that telltale noise of someone arriving.

Your heart was in your throat as the group unconsciously parted so that Harry had a direct line to you. Even though they were all arguably more important in this process than you were, they all understood that right now all Harry would want to do is see you.

He walked towards you, small bashful smile on his gorgeous face and you swore you stopped breathing again at the glow of happiness and pride on his face.

Harry stopped mere inches from you, and for a moment you just started at each other before you finally spoke, "You - you w-won."

Your voice was hushed and stuttered, yet conveyed everything you wanted it too as you began crying again, but this time loud sobs of happiness at the expression on Harry's face as he finally let some of his own tears spill as he gave a few tiny nods. The sheer disbelief, the glowing pride, the absolute euphoria.

It was all perfect as you crashed together in a bone-crushing hug, everyone whooping and crying at the wonderful moment you were all experiencing.

You weren't sure how long you and Harry stayed glued together like that, but you certainly could've stayed there forever, wrapped in your own blissful bubble. But eventually, everyone else wanted to give the Grammy winner some attention, and both of you reluctantly let go.

But not before you pressed a firm, short kiss to Harry's mouth and murmured against his salty lips, "I love you, my Grammy winner."

His eyes shone as he grinned at you, "I love you so much baby."

♥

Hours later when the ceremony had wrapped up and your tears had finally stopped flowing, you and Harry's small entourage were a long forgotten number of drinks deeps.

Considering that a full blown after party was out of the question at the moment, you'd all made a pretty good go at having a small celebratory party for Harry's success tonight. If anything, it had been better than a normal after party, as celebrating with most of the closest people in Harry's life made the evening feel more intimate and special.

Now that the initial overwhelming emotions of Harry's win had passed, you were able to fully let go and celebrate. In some ways, because the build up to tonight had been so nerve-inducing in itself, you felt as though you were letting all of that go along with the more recent worries and feelings you'd been experiencing tonight.

Harry certainly didn't have any sort of worry in sight. He'd long ago discarded his rust orange Gucci jacket, but still held on tightly to his black boa, which was currently draped behind his shoulders and resting on his arms as he shimmied away. Much more uncoordinated this time, might you add.

Before you knew it though the night was coming to a close and long goodbyes, with extra tight, appreciative hugs had been shared, all of you starting to come to that drunken reflective moment as the days events started to sink in again. Everyone would be falling asleep with a smile on their face and a full heart that was certain.

Harry however, still seemed to have enough energy for the two of you. But from the sultry sparkle in his eye as he gazed at you over Mitch's shoulder you knew just what that energy was going to be used for.

The two of you walked hip to hip as you made your way to your hotel room, Harry's long arm slung over your shoulder, his hand hovering just below your breast. The close proximity was making your heart rate quicken.

It was silent as you both strode for the room, but Harry's quiet swagger did all the talking as your mind began to reel for what he had in store for you tonight. You knew he'd not forgotten your little show after his performance.

He slid the keycard into the door and gestured for you to walk in first. You met his eyes and had to bite down on your lip to repress your eager smile as he looked you up and down with a hooded gaze.

You were only a couple of steps into the room when a strong arm was hooking around your waist and twisting you so you were pushed up against the now closed door.

Harry's lips were on yours before you could even gasp at the swift movement, his hands cupping your face as his hips pinned you to the wall.

You melted into the kiss with a low hum as Harry used his tongue to pry your mouth open. The kiss was messy and heated and everything you wanted but before you could even try to begin undressing Harry, he'd pulled away.

Opening your mouth to complain about him stopping, he spoke before you did, "G'na go to the bathroom," his voice was ragged and panting as his chest rose and fell, bumping against your own, "When I come back, I want you in nothing but your panties and a boa."

You just blinked at him, your mouth closing before opening again, the tight coiling in your gut leaving you at a loss for words.

"Can you do that darling?"

Harry bent his knees slightly to meet your eye-line, the dominance ringing in his tone blazing in his dark green eyes as well.

You swallowed roughly, "What one?"

He moved a hand from your body to gesture over to the silver rack that held all his outfits for the night, and the two other boas, "Your choice," he replied as he removed the black boa from his own neck, and looped it slowly around your own, knuckles and fingers igniting fire as they grazed across your skin.

"Okay," the word was spoken on a shaky breath, but you didn't peel your eyes away from his own.

"There's a good girl," and with a quick kiss to your cheek, Harry was walking away and into the bathroom. He shot you one last flirty glance as he licked his lips before closing the ensuite door behind him.

Your body slumped for a second, hands bracing flat on either side of your body on the wall behind you. Who knew talk of a damn boa could get your heart racing and core aching this much.

Taking a deep breath you pushed off the wall and made your way to the clothes rail. You slid the fluffy material from your neck and placed it so it was hanging on the end of the rail and brought a hand to your chin as you eyed the three accessories, contemplating your choice.

You thought only for a moment, not knowing how long until Harry would be emerging, and not wanting to know what would happen if he found you'd not obeyed his command, even as a particularly strong ache pounded through your core at the thought.

Realistically, you knew the light green one from the first outfit was your choice. It was because of that one this whole thing had even developed.

Hastily unzipping your dress and stepping out of it as it pooled at your feet, you then slipped your heels off, unclipped your bra and grabbed the plush material and wound it around your neck. The fluffiness tickled your breasts and made your nippled perk up instantly.

Glancing down at your body you smirked a little, enjoying the way your black silk panties worked well with the green, just as the black of Harry's leather had done so much earlier in the night.

You started to turn away when a further thought clanged through you.

That fucking leather suit.

This was the perfect opportunity to see if the material had as much an effect on Harry as it had done on you.

Smiling mischievously to yourself, you reached for the leather jacket to tug it off the hanger and slip it onto your body. The inside was much more soft than you were anticipating and the intoxicating smell of Harry still lingering on it made your cheeks flush slightly.

You'd just begun to arrange the boa so it was outside the jacket, flicking your hair out along with it when you heard the bathroom door start to open.

Whipping around, eyes wide as though you'd been caught doing something you shouldn't have been - which of course wasn't the case at all - you faced a shirtless Harry, clad only in his own black underwear.

His jaw literally dropped as he took you in.

Those enchanting green eyes scanned you leisurely from head to toe, eyelids stuttering slightly as they reached the jacket now covering most of your top half, save for the small strip of your chest and abdomen still on show from the open lapels.

You were frozen to the spot by the look on Harry's face as he began advancing on you.

"I know I said only a boa but...I can't say I'm disappointed at all," his appreciative and lusty tone sent a shiver down your spine.

Harry stood less than a foot away from you as he toyed with the bottom corner of the jacket, your chest rising and falling rapidly, "I see why this got you so riled up earlier."

You breathed out a small chuckle, pleased to know wearing his jacket had had the desired effect, "And what about the boa?" You asked innocently.

But before Harry had a chance to answer you'd reached for the tip of the material and began repeating your movements from earlier, dragging it slowly up his inner thigh.

You watched as his pulse fluttered in this throat and he audibly swallowed as the material reached his tented underwear. Guiding the boa with your palm, only the featherlight fabric was between your hand and Harry's fully hard dick and you revelled in the way the new sensation made him suck in a gasped breath.

His mouth still hung open from the forgotten reply he'd been about to say as you moved past his pelvis and began to move up his chest, his gaze moving to the ceiling in bliss.

The many tattoos scattered along the upper half of his body seemed to come alive with his ragged breathing and a small whimper left his glossy lips when you circled his nipple with the fluffy end of the boa.

A little sound of triumph left your mouth at seeing how he came undone by his own game. But it was the wrong thing to do as Harry snapped his eyes back to yours and you saw the dominance rise back up over his momentary lapse in pleasure and you gulped, knowing you were certainly in for it now.

Quick as a flash, Harry had your wrist gripped in his large hand and was pulling it away from his body with a devilish smirk.

Harry stayed silent, his expression doing all the talking as he began to slip his hands under the jacket just over your collarbones, long fingers curling around your shoulders. He slid the jacket from your body achingly slowly, every brush of his lingering fingertips amounting to a desperate need to have them touching somewhere further south and soon.

The jacket fell the floor with a thump that neither of you cared to notice, and you were left, goosebumps covering the expanse of your skin, in the previously requested attire.

Now it was Harry's turn to let out a smug hum as he noticed the way your body was positively thrumming for him. Without warning, he scooped your thighs into his hands and moulded your body to cling to his, your arms instinctively wrapping around his neck as a small squeak left your lips.

Pressing a few open-mouthed, lazy kisses to the warm skin of your neck, Harry began to walk you both towards the bed and lay you down against the mountain of pillows at the head of the mattress.

The silence persisted, and it only made the butterflies swarm in your lower stomach as he settled his knees on either side of your hips and his hands pressed into the bed on either side of your head.

"Arms up please."

You obeyed instantly, letting both arms rest above your head on the pillows as Harry grabbed the end of the boa and pulled, making it slither around your neck and bundle into his hand.

Your eyebrows quirked in confusion for a moment, until he leaned back to get some more balance and began to use both hands to centre the middle of the boa under both of your wrists.

Oh, you thought weakly as you realised what he was about to do.

The downy cloth was comfortable at first as Harry began to tie a neat knot, but your breath stuttered loudly when he tugged harshly and your wrists were forced together, the firmness of the tie surprising you, but not in a bad way. Not at all.

"That okay?" He asked softly, breath tickling your ear.

You nodded instantly, not caring to hide on your face how it was definitely more than okay.

Harry had tied you up before, and you him, but for some reason the added sensitivity on your skin from the ticklish fabric created a whole new sensation that you were certainly already a fan off.

Leaning back to survey his handiwork, you were able to scan his face again, but instantly clenched your thighs together at how much the emerald green darkened as he took in your bound limbs and exposed body.

When his gaze settled on yours and he spied the insurmountable pleasure already there, a feline grin spread across his face and you moaned quietly as he shifted his hard-on where it was resting near the apex of your thighs. You were completely at his mercy and he absolutely revelled in it.

Awaiting his next move, you spotted a movement out of the corner of your eye. His thumb came up to drag along your bottom lip as he brought his face close to yours. You let your lips part easily as he tugged down on the middle of your pink lip before he gripped your chin between his thumb and fingers and angled your head to meet his lips.

The kiss was excruciatingly slow and sensual and it made your toes curl as you fought the urge to grip Harry's hair. He continued to kiss you, in a passionate yet controlling way that made your head spin with pleasure before he pulled away with a quiet smack.

You whined at the loss of contact since he'd leant right back to sit comfortably on his hunches between your legs. But luckily he was moving again, this time gripping the end of the boa just as you had done moments ago.

A big part of you knew what was about to happen, but even as he began to trail the soft fabric along your ear and neck, your body still jolted.

Harry chuckled arrogantly, as though he'd been expecting and hoping for that reaction, "How's the boa?" He questioned huskily.

You glared at his use of the similar question you'd asked when teasing him in the same way he was teasing you, but just like him, you were unable to muster an answer as he moved the boa across your neck and to your other ear. The glare melted away just as quickly as it had come and was replaced with a hum of pleasure.

"Thought so," he murmured around a smirk, deep dimple carving into his cheek.

You tried your hardest to settle your already squirming body, but as the boa began to travel south and trace patterns across your swelling breasts, you knew you were done for. The sensation was like nothing you'd felt before and it was positively unbearable in the best way.

The boa was long enough that your arms were still above your head even as Harry continued to swirl the tip lower, lower, lower until he reached the top of your panties.

You were a panting mess by the time he reached there and stroked firmly, just as you had, over the damp patch right over your core. A loud moan ripped from you at the feeling of his insistent fingers paired with the overly ticklish plumes of soft fabric as he carried on gently caressing you over your panties.

"Harry," you breathed, and his dilated pupils shot up to your face, away from your trembling thighs where he'd been transfixed by your reactions to his onslaught.

"Yes gorgeous?"

"Want you," it was a blunt demand, but you were so riled up from the teasing and how the damn boa had practically turned into your new favourite sex toy that you were too impatient for full sentences.

"'Want you'...what?"

You nearly growled at the mock innocence on his stunning face because you know he knew what you meant but just liked to see you beg a little.

"Want you please," you ground out around a gasp as Harry delivered a stroke to one particularly sensitive spot on the inner most crease of your thigh.

He shot you that cocky smirk again, the one you'd never admit to absolutely loving and flung the end of the boa away from your body and out of his way, "Thought you'd never ask."

A hum of relief left your lips as he wasted no time in hooking his fingers into your panties and sliding them swiftly off your legs before moving to discard his own underwear before settling himself in-between your already parted legs.

"Jesus baby you're soaking," he murmured thickly, and he wasn't wrong. The continuous featherlight material and just Harry in general had turned you on to a point you didn't think was possible.

You just mewled in response, arching your back as though to urge him on since the use of your hands was still out of the question.

But he got the message, sliding one hand down to cup the inside of your bent knee and spreading your legs open further before hooking it around his lower back.

And just as you'd shifted to tug his body closer, he slid effortlessly, but so infuriatingly slowly, inside of you in one stroke. You felt every inch fill you and when he'd finally bottomed out, a joint loud cry filled the room.

Regardless of his slow entry, Harry clearly couldn't maintain the teasing act much long as he began pounding into you his soft grunts and your breathy moans filling the air. It wasn't long before the rocking made your leg slip from his back, but Harry was instantly ready to switch it up.

You both whimpered a little as he pulled out, the absence of each other all too much to handle. But soon enough Harry had moved both of your legs to rest over his shoulders, and your eyes widened a fraction, knowing this position would have you tumbling over the edge all too soon.

Without any hesitation, Harry thrust back into you and your loud moan of his name was like music to his ears. He kept up a relentless pace, but one he knew you could very easily take.

When he began to spy the tell-tale signs of your release: a scrunched up brow and incoherent mutterings of his name and other pleas falling from your lips, he mustered up his strength to stay balanced above you on one arm, and pressed the other around your throat.

Your reaction was instant, "Yes," you gasped.

Harry knew you well enough by now to know just how you liked it, and so squeezed relatively tightly as your back arched into him after a particularly deep thrust.

And then after a few more perfectly angled movements of his hips, he watched you fall apart as your orgasm crashed over you. The sight of your blissful face and feel of your trembling thighs as your core fluttered around his pulsing dick had him following suit straight away.

Minutes passed with you both still wrapped around each other, when finally your breaths had steadied slightly and Harry slowly began working to untangle your legs from his shoulders. He moved onto the boa next, carefully untying the knot.

You watched him through drowsy eyes the whole time, a small post-coital smile playing on your lips as you spotted the slight ring of red around your wrists, the same colour you were sure would be blooming on your neck right about now too.

Harry saw what you were smiling at and felt his own smirk grow as he tumbled to lay next to you and pull you to face him. His hand stroked idly through your hair as your eyelids fluttered.

Sleep had almost consumed you both, what with the emotional and now physical exhaustion settling in after the days events, before you spoke quietly.

"H?"

"Hmm?"

"I'm so glad you wore a boa."

y'all

I need to go read a bible now lmao I am so going to hell for this one

I cannot tell you how fun it was to write this and imagine it all tho *dies* all the feels and the emotions and then that hot sex??? sign me up asap rocky

I am just so so so so proud of harry watching him win that aware was just so emotional and I'm just so incredibly happy for him, and it meant we got feather boa harry so win win right

anyway hope you enjoyed this one u horny devils teehee, promise I'll be back with a PA update soon this one distracted me (although I'm not complaining haha)

thanks for all the constant love on my books too, you guys are the best!!! <333 ((p.s. don't forget to VOTE))

love, love, love always,

kait xxx