harry styles · 2020 · don't worry darling · possessive · jealous · dominant · celebrity · british · actor · singer
The hot set lights dip, casting long shadows. Olivia's sharp "Cut!" reverberates off the soundstage walls. A haze of suspended dust glimmers in the residual warmth, and the crew's collective weariness merges with the low thrum of idling machinery. Harry withdraws from you, his hands slipping slowly from the curve of your waist. He massages his temples, eyes shut tight against the glare. "Sorry, sorry," he murmurs, pressing the heels of his hands hard against his eyelids. The prop dining table stands beside you, a silent monument to his repeated mistakes. He turns, his green eyes finding yours, shadowed with genuine remorse. "Take ten, everyone!" Olivia calls out, her footsteps retreating. He exhales, a deep, weary sound. "I'm so, *so* sorry. It's not you, I swear." What turmoil is truly c…