The Weeks Between • HS

Week 22 • Nola

*** A/N: For the purposes of this book, the filming of Don't Worry Darling will be taking place from January 2021- March 2021, instead of starting in October 2020 (obviously). My Policeman will be filmed in the spring of 2021, as it was in real life.

Harry has to spend the next two days in meetings for his upcoming movie, one of which consists of him meeting with the director and the actress playing his love interest, Florence Pugh. I absolutely adore Florence Pugh. Like, she is literally in my top five favorite actresses, so when he told me that they were going to work together I got excited first, then insanely jealous second. "Why can't I just come along as your assistant , or something?" I pout, laying on top of Harry in a sweaty post-coital bliss.

"Because my actual assistant is coming to the meeting," Harry says as he runs both hands through my hair to push it off my face, stretching so that his lips can touch mine. "Do I sense some jealousy?"

Hell yes you do!

"No," I immediately defend. "I just want to spend time with you and for the next two days, I can't do that. Plus, I really want to meet her."

"Are you using me for my connections?"

"That, among other things," I say with a wink, which earns a scoff.

"Well, love, today they are virtual read throughs and meetings, so I will be next door all day. I have an hour break mid-day so I will order something in and we can see each other then." I continue to pout, not exactly sure what it is h that I actually want him to do. It's not like I can exactly haul the girls to his meeting, even if I could go along. "Yes, it will be a late night, but I am more than happy to crawl in bed next to you after I'm all done."

"Please do," I say, but my face must be showing my disappointment.

"Why do you still look so sad?" he asks, now genuinely concerned. I can feel him softening inside of me, so we have a silent conversation and he hands me a towel to clean us up as we disconnect. I lay back down next to him, as our legs find a comfortable configuration to snuggle. "Seriously, Nola. Talk to me."

"I knew you'd have to go back to being... well, being THE Harry Styles, but I'm just so used to having you all to myself and I am really bad at sharing. Like I can't do it at all. You've met Mia, right? I created her. She is my tiny little clone monster and..." I ramble and he starts to laugh at it.

"Darling, you have nothing to worry about," he says and I give him an 'are-you-fucking-kidding-me' look.

"You mean, DON'T WORRY DARLING?" I say sarcastically as he rolls his eyes at my word play.

"No, I mean, the fact that I have to go to work for a few days doesn't mean that I will automatically turn into a different person. I've gone to the studio, I've done songwriting retreats and album work away. This is no different." Again, he pushes my unruly morning hair back behind my ears.

"It IS different, though. You weren't pretending to have sex with Mitch, Tom or Tyler when you were working on the album."

"Not that you know of," he says with a smirk, while tickling my side.

"I'm being serious, Harry. I don't share well and I have to share you with Florence Pugh, now." I stand up, not even caring that I am completely naked and look like a wild woman, throwing my arms in the air. "I have to watch you," I point at him, as though there is anyone else I'd be referring to, "my boyfriend, have sex on the big screen. Like, people are going to watch what it's like to have be with you, and that's something that used to just be mine."

He stands up, pulling me into his body, still wearing an entertained smirk. "Nol, first of all, it's called ACTING because I am not actually going to have sex with anybody, but you. Second, there are no actual sex scenes in this movie. It's just me going down on her and getting her off. That's kind of the whole female empowerment thing, showing her pleasure and not necessarily mine."