The scene was set for Harry and Y/n, the two co-stars of a popular TV show, to shoot a scene where their characters finally confess their love for each other and passionately kiss. Y/n, who had been in the acting business for years, felt unusually nervous as the moment drew closer. She couldn't pinpoint the exact reason for her anxiety. Perhaps it was because of her offscreen crush on Harry or because she knew that Harry could tell she was nervous.
As Y/n paced back and forth, her mind racing with thoughts, Harry noticed her restlessness and called out to her. "You okay, love? You're pacing."
Y/n tried to brush off her nervousness, "Fine," she mumbled, not daring to look into Harry's piercing eyes.
Sensing her discomfort, Harry walked towards her, placed his script on a table, and gently took her shoulders. "Look at me," he said softly, turning her to face him. Y/n's heart skipped a beat as she looked up at him.
"You're going to ace this scene like you have every single one before it. You have nothing to worry about," Harry assured her, his charming smile soothing her nerves. Despite his kind words, Y/n's mind wandered, and she couldn't help but wonder if the kiss would feel too real or if she'd get herself carried away. But she said nothing and smiled back at him, taking a deep breath. "Yeah, I know, you're right. Sorry, I'm so jittery. I shouldn't have had all that coffee at the craft service table."
Harry's smile widened, and he reached for Y/n's hand, squeezing it reassuringly. "You'll do great, I promise," he said, winking at her before grabbing his script and walking away.
As Y/n watched him go, she couldn't help but feel grateful for his kindness. Though her heart was filled with emotion, she knew she had to push her feelings aside and focus on the scene ahead. But it was tough, especially when Harry was so charming and kind. She couldn't help but think that he may have strengthened her crush on him.