“Harry Styles!”

The world almost feels like it stops. Every person around my table jumps to their feet, hands clapping my shoulders and cheers erupting from the entire room. I run my hands over my face, in complete utter disbelief.

I just won Album of the Year at the fucking Grammys.

I slowly rise to my feet, laughing and returning hugs with various people at my table: my manager, sister, producer, friends, and so on. I turn to follow my team up towards the stage to accept the award, but my eyes are scanning the crowded tables as I walk past them, searching and searching and searching and-

There.

The minute my gaze lands on you, I move towards you quickly, placing my hands on either side of your face and pulling you in for a deep and gentle and loving kiss. I don’t even pay attention to the cheers getting louder out of shock and surprise.

You’re another singer in the industry, and we’d been secretly dating for a few months now. We were both in agreement that we needed to keep us under wraps for as long as possible, for multiple reasons…

But how could I not kiss the girl I love after getting the best news of my life?