The Weeks Between • HS

February 2021 • Harry

*** A/N: I know you will have thoughts at the end of this, so please don't be shy about sharing them.

It's my birthday today. Woo-fucking-hoo. You know what I did? To start the day, I was on set all morning. Olivia brought a cake for us to share. We got in trouble when I spilled electric blue icing on the sleeve of the white dress shirt that Jack is meant to be perfectly pressed in. After a minor flip out, wardrobe ironed me another one and we were only set back the amount of time it took to eat the cake and iron a shirt.

Last week, we filmed some of the more sexualized scenes. I say sexualized because I don't actually have sex. I perform a lot of oral sex on Florence, who might I say does an amazing job of faking it. If I were her significant other, I'd be concerned, but I guess acting is her full-time job. I should take notes for My Policeman.

The first scene we filmed was a little dicey because I was stuck in my head. First, I noticed early on that Florence uses one of the same Philosophy body washes that Nola does, but she often covers it with a perfume that Nola would never wear, so it wasn't as big of a deal as it was the day I had to be stuck under her dress, face first. Second, when I lifted the skirt up, she had on the same orchid La Perla underwear that Nola had bought as a surprise for me. The combination of the two made me freeze on the spot and Olivia called cut and cleared the set of everyone but the three of us.

>>>>>>>>>> Flashback to filming.

"Talk to us, Harry. What caused the stiffness?"

'Really? That is the choice of words you use?" Florence says, looking over at her with eyes set as harsh daggers.

"You both know what I mean. Your body language totally changed. You went rigid and you looked really uncomfortable," Olivia says. "And we stop filming whenever anyone is uncomfortable."

"I didn't ask to stop," I defend.

"Maybe not with your words, but your performance would have told me otherwise."

"Shit. Sorry," I say, hanging my head.

"It's fine, but we need to talk through it and figure out how to proceed. Can you do this today?" Olivia asks. I can sense that Florence is feeling self-conscious, probably thinking it is something she did, or something about her.

"It's not that. It is NOT you," I make a point to say, grabbing Flo's hand in mine. "You are wearing the same underwear as Nola. And you use her body wash and I- I just. I fucking froze."

"Why didn't you say anything? I can use a different soap, Harry," Florence says, looking relieved.

"Because then I'm the twat who told you to make his life easier by not smelling like his..." I don't even know what to call her.

"I get it. It's fine, Harry. I will use something else. And I will wear granny panties from now on. I just wanted them to be something cute if you had to stare at them for a couple of hours."

"I do appreciate that."

"I can put a picture of a cat on them or something?" Olivia jokes and we all start to laugh.

"Again, I'm really sorry. It won't happen again."

"It might, and it's fine, Harry. Let's move to the next scene. It's already set up. We will come back to this one after lunch. AFTER Florence takes a shower."