Amazingly

On Sunday morning, I woke up quite scared, but very, very excited. Today was the big day. The ceremony was due to start at five o’clock, and we were due to arrive at about three. I nervously had breakfast, then sat around for an hour or so, put on my best suit and waited. At about two, Chloë called me and told me that she was waiting for me by my door. I hurriedly left and got into the limo that was waiting by my door. There she was – dressed in a breathtakingly glorious, graceful white dress. “Hi Chloë” – I said awkwardly, taking in her staggering outfit. “Hi Dave” – she said, - “Oh, I’m so nervous…” I moved closer to her and put my arm around her. “Look at me” – I said, gentle but insistent. She nervously turned her head towards me. I looked deep into her amazing eyes. “It’s going to be great. Trust me.” – I said, saying something to her that I wasn’t fully sure of, but I knew she needed someone to calm her. It seemed to work: she took a deep breath, and I felt her body relax in my arm. “You’re right. Thanks, I needed that” – she said.

The big moment was finally there. The limo pulled up at the red carpet. The driver opened the door for us. Chloë got out first, to general excitement from outside. I took a deep breath and stepped out after her. I could almost feel the surprise of the crowd as thousands of pairs of eyes found the unfamiliar young man next to Chloë Grace Moretz on the red carpet. Trying to not melt on the spot from all the unfamiliar attention attached to me, I focused as well as I could on my beautiful girlfriend next to me, as she put her arm through mine and we began walking towards the building, stopping for pictures every now and again as reporters wanted to capture the unfamiliar face.

I felt really, really weird, surrounded by all these people I’d seen before at a distance, but had never really come into contact with. I was very quiet and didn’t really communicate with anyone. We took our places in the hall, and were soon surrounded by Chloë’s family. I felt very awkward meeting them, but tried to act as normal as possible as I shook hands with her brothers and mother.

Soon enough, the award show started. I remembered that Chloë’s nomination wasn’t until almost the very end, so I sat through the other nominations, respectfully applauding the winners and slowly growing more accustomed to my surroundings, becoming less and less nervous as time passed.

Finally, we had reached Best Actress in a Leading Role. All the nerves suddenly returned, but for very different reasons. “And the award goes to… Chloë Grace Moretz” – said the presenter. My heart leapt, so did I and everyone else around me. Chloë, who was overflowing with glee and excitement, hugged me, gave me a kiss and made her way towards the stage. Her acceptance speech was really good, thanking everyone who had helped her along the way to this award, and bringing attention to a couple of important real-world issues.

I remembered almost nothing about the rest of the award night – the end of the ceremony or the after party. I remembered that I had been introduced to many incredibly famous people, and that I’d followed Chloë in not drinking anything. The rest of the event was a complete blur of dresses, suits, bars, singing, dancing and so on.

“Let’s go home” – Chloë said to me at about eleven. I nodded, wrapped my arm around her shoulders and moved towards the exit, where the driver was waiting for us. “You can spend the night at mine” – she said. I was more surprised by this, but nodded once again as we got in the car and left the ceremony, heading towards her home.