it was harry's first met gala and he was beyond excited. for yourself, well you have been at the met for a couple of years now. yes, dressing up and looking pretty for cameras were sometimes fun for you. but once the years kept passing you were getting bored to come to this event. but once you found out harry was going to be one of the co-chair people you were extremely happy and excited as well.
you guys are now talking to an interviewer. you have seen the lady a couple times on social media. she seemed sweet and hilarious to be around.
"y/n, you look absolutely beautiful tonight! what are you wearing girl?"
"it's gucci made my alessandro michele," i lifted my black lace dress to show her some of the beautiful details.
"wow, and what about you harry?"
"it's made by alessandro as well."
"talking about your outfit harry. welcome to your first met!"
"it is my first met," he grinned.
"and you're co-chair!"
"i am!" he grinned bigger this time.
"and i'm so proud of you," you pinched his cheeks and kissed his jaw. a blush of pink spread across harry's cheeks loving that you are here with him tonight.