My left hand rests on your hip while my right brings the glass to my lips, taking a slow sip of the champagne you insisted on getting for the table after the most recent award I won tonight. It's the night of the 2023 Grammys, and the floor of the arena is filled with the type of energy that's built up from nerves and excitement.

So far, it's been one of the most entertaining ceremonies I’ve had the privilege of attending. You and I have been married for two years now, which still doesn’t feel real sometimes. Between conflicting schedules, tour dates, late night recording sessions, and the media attention, we live a life together where half of the time we're planning video calls and the other half of the time we're trying to soak up whatever little amount of time we get in person. Just people trying to juggle being a regular married couple and two of the biggest names in music.

All while running from jet lag.

Last year, we both released albums that somehow ended up nominated in all of the same categories. Needless to say, the media has ate up the competitive aspect of it all.

Who will take home Album of the Year: The Queen of Pop or her King?

Mr. and Mrs. Styles go Head to Head at the 66th Grammy's

You’d roll your eyes at the headlines, and I’d laugh at the idea that people thought we actually fight about it. They spin it like a rivalry, when really, it’s just…us. You and I both know what we put into our records. Late nights in our home studio, notepads thrown around the house with lyric ideas scribbled on them, voice notes sent from different time zones, accidentally taking the others USB to our producer.

It never feels like a competition.

We, however, prefer to just enjoy the fun of it all, though in very different ways. I like to chill out, have some drinks, talk and laugh with my friends at the table. You have a more…lively approach. Jumping and dancing for the performers, gossiping with your friends, running around the venue to talk to anyone and everyone.

You’re quite the social bunny when you get a drink in your system.

Trevor Noah takes the stage again for another mini speech while the next performer's stage is set up, and the crowd quiets down. He’s his typical self, playing with the audience, throwing jokes left and right. When his eyes land in our direction, I already know something’s coming.

“And over here,” he says with his playful grin, gesturing toward our table. “We have the royal family of the music industry, Mr. and Mrs. Styles!"

The nearest cameraman already has his lens zooming in on us, and the audience roars with laughter, including the friends and family sat at our table. You duck your face into my shoulder and I give a laugh of my own, pressing a light kiss to your temple.

"Well, if the crown fits." I mutter just loud enough for only you to hear me, grinning when it earns me a swat to the chest.