omg the met gala is in the next two weeks, imagine if h went!!! could you do a harry talk about that being the event in which h and the missus announce their relationship but like no one really knows who she is but they're just enjoying themselves and everyone ends up loving her! xx
I would LOVE to see him go to this. In the most eccentric suit, EVER.
But, oh my goodness. He’d always tell her, “you look better than anyone here. Stop worrying about yourself and have some fun,” but she’d always respond with an “I don’t belong here. I’m not famous not dressed up enough,” which would make him chuckle and squeeze her hand tighter. Kissing her cheek and letting his lips linger against her skin for a little longer than a normal peck.
“You, my love, look beautiful. You don’t need to dress so eccentrically. You look great,” he’d promise, sitting beside her in the car as they sit for a while and watch people stroll the carpet, “’sides, we match with our outfits. We make quite the pair. Everyone’ll be talkin’ about us.”
“They’ll be talkin’ about us because I stick out like a sore thumb,” she’d mutter into his shoulder and sigh heavily, squeezing her eyes shut, “you brought the weird, non-famous woman as your plus one when you could have brought a big model or something.”
“Don’t be so silly, baby. I want you here. I wouldn’t have asked you, otherwise, eh?” He’d chuckle softly against her head, and nudge his arm against hers, “people will talk positively about you,” he’d smile in reassurance and pressing his lips to her forehead, “now, let’s go have some photos taken for the paparazzi and then I’m going to introduce you to everyone as my girlfriend and we’re going to get shit-faced at the end of the evening.” xx