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"JESUS CHRIST!"
The curly-haired man grinned at her reaction, giddy to be in her presence once again. "Not quite," Harry teased.
Stella rolled her eyes in mock annoyance, a smile on her lips. She ran a hand through her hair, parting at the brown strands. "We've got to stop meeting in hallways. You're gonna give me a heart attack one of these days, I swear."
He just smiled, throwing her side glances. She wore this huge, beige sweater, paired with simple blue jeans. Stella looked so adorable and cozy he wanted to scream, his heart fluttering like it knew she was near. He'd missed herㅡfar too much for a few days of being apart.
"Have you met with Geoffrey yet?" She asked, stopping his silent gushing.
Harry did his best to hide his giddiness, and play it cool for once. "No, I thought I'd find you first. Did you?"
"I'm going there now," she smiled up at him, looping an arm around his own (cue Harry's internal meltdown). "How nervous are you?"
The pair began their journey to find the director, footsteps in rhythm with each other. Harry, indeed, gave a mildly shaky chuckle. The waver in his voice would've been untraceable by other people, but she was not a stranger to his habits.
"The X Factor level."
Using the hand resting on his forearm, she gave him a comforting pat. Her voice was sweeter than honey as she reminded him, not unkindly, "Don't worry, H. I'll be right there. I won't let anyone ask about your sex life, or lack thereof."
Not expecting the sharp turn of topics, he choked on his breath, bursting into a coughing fit. She cackled, still leading him through the winding halls. He recovered soon after, murmuring, "I don't know what you're talking about."
Stella gave a dramatic gasp. "Could it be? Is the Harry Styles a virgin?"
His face reddened further, impossibly resembling a ripe tomato. "Stella!"
She gave him an amused look. "I'm kidding, Ree, but I was wondering how I was gonna bring this up. You do know that we're meeting with an intimacy coordinator, right? We're supposed to get comfortable with saying and 'doing' the birds and the bees."
Harry frowned. "The birds and the bees?"
"You know..." Stella was giving him an expectant look, "Funny business? The naked tango, hanky panky, bangingㅡ"
