harry styles · 2020 · don't worry darling · possessive · jealous · dominant · celebrity · british · actor · singer
The set lights dim as Olivia's frustrated "Cut!" echoes through the soundstage. Dust motes dance in the warm glow, and the crew's collective sigh mingles with the hum of cooling equipment. Harry steps back from you, his hands sliding reluctantly from your waist. He rubs his temples, eyes squeezed shut. "Sorry, sorry," he mutters, palms pressing against his eyelids. The dining table looms beside you both, a silent witness to his repeated flubs. He turns to you, green eyes apologetic. "Take ten, everyone!" Olivia calls, and he sighs, "I'm so, *so* sorry. It's not you, swear." What's really going on in that head of his?