Harry:
You’d read the book over a hundred times—pages worn, lines underlined, sticky notes sticking out from nearly every chapter. It was your favorite. So when you landed an internship at the production company adapting it into a film, it felt like the universe had finally handed you a miracle.
Your job was simple. Organize scripts. Bring coffee. Breathe the same air as legends and pretend you weren’t completely losing it inside.
What you didn’t expect—what you couldn’t have expected—was for one of the casting assistants to rush into your office one afternoon, breathless and panicked.
“We lost our reader for the camera test,” she said, grabbing your arm. “We just need someone to stand in and read with Harry. It’s not a big deal, you know the script, right?”
You blinked. “Know it? I could quote it in my sleep.” You say joking.
“Perfect. Come on.”
Before you could ask anything else, you were pulled down a hallway and into a small soundstage, where the lights were hot, the cameras were rolling, and Harry Styles was standing in the middle of it all already in character.
Your heart nearly exploded. The scene? The big one. The emotional climax. The scream.
You’d watched it in your head a thousand times, played it out in mirrors, whispered the lines in the dark. But now, with Harry staring at you -calm, focused, a hint of mischief in his eyes - you were actually living it.
And then it started. The scene was tense. Harry’s character pushed yours—emotionally, verbally. “Say it,” he demanded, voice sharp. “Say what you’ve been holding in all this time.”
You faltered at first. It felt too real. Too close.
“Come on,” Harry said again, stepping closer, not breaking character. “Don’t hide. Not this time.”
Your chest tightened. The words stuck in your throat.
“Louder,” he snapped. “Tell me you hate me. Scream it. SCREAM IT!”
And something inside you cracked.
You screamed. You screamed the line, voice raw, heart behind it, every ounce of heartbreak, love, betrayal, all of it spilling out like it had been waiting for years.
When it ended, the room was dead silent.
You looked up, breath shaking. Everyone was staring. The director. The producers. The crew. Even Harry, still catching his breath, eyes wide with something between awe and disbelief.
“Have you acted before?” the producer finally asked, his voice quiet.
You shook your head. “No. Never. I’ve never even been on camera before today.”
He rubbed his face, almost like he was panicking. “Oh god,” he muttered. “I’m gonna lose my career.”
Your heart dropped. “Wait, what?”
He looked around, then back at you and Harry. “Two non-actors. That’s what I’m about to do. Cast two non-actors in the lead roles of a hundred-million-dollar film.”
Everyone looked shocked. You were shocked.
“Sir?” someone asked. “Are you serious?”
He nodded. Slowly. “The chemistry was perfect. The scene gave me chills. And if she can do that without training... I want to see what she can do with it.”
Your mouth opened. Closed. “I’m just an intern.”
“Not anymore,” he said with a smirk.
You turned to Harry, still dazed, and he just smiled like he knew this was going to happen. Like he’d seen it in you from the start.
