Harry Styles Masterlist

Don't Worry, Darling (one-shot)

Synopsis: Falling in love with a co-star is something that can hurt, especially when it seems like they're talking to other people behind your back, but falling in love with a co-star and being unable to help when they're sick, is even worse.

Pairing: Harry Styles x fem!Reader

Genre: angst, fluff, SMUT

Warnings: COVID-19, sickness, swearing, SMUT (fingering, m going down on f, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it))

Word count: 11 968 (yoikes)

Please note I'm not trying to make light of the pandemic or the virus and those impacted by it. It's a very real and serious thing, which is why I decided to use it. Please stay safe and healthy, follow the local health guidelines and if you have the ability please get vaccinated. Let's keep ourselves and one another safe, frens :)

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When Y/N got the call she'd gotten the role of Jack's ex-wife who'd disappeared in mysterious circumstances, she was over the moon. As a Marvel alumnus, she was excited to work with Florence, as she'd loved Midsommar, and knowing she was going to be one of the new faces carrying the next Marvel chapter, she wanted to get to know her. Having played Tony Stark's adopted daughter since the age of six, she was very protective of the franchise but was excited to see where it'd go.

Then Shia LaBeouf, Chris Pine as well with Dakota Johnson's announcements coming soon after, Y/N got even more stoked, and with Olivia Wilde leading all of them, she was sure the movie would be a hit.

Shia and Dakota had to drop out due to scheduling issues (which Y/N couldn't lie – she was kind of happy Shia couldn't do it), and that's where Harry Styles took over the role of Jack with Kiki Layne Dakota's Margaret.

Now, when Y/N had seen Harry's picture next to the re-cast e-mail the whole production had been sent out, she might've had a little (a massive, like a ginormous) freak-out. As much as she'd grown up listening to classic rock, due to Robert Downey Jr. and Iron Man, she'd been an avid One Direction fan. Like to the point, it might even seem a bit creepy. Y/N had sort of grown out of the obsessive phase of it all, but most definitely admired the solo albums they'd been able to produce, and when Dunkirk came out, she was excited to see Harry join the acting world, with the amount of talent he had.

The first table read was sort of awkward, and definitely the weirdest one, given how a pandemic had started, and everyone was at their respective homes using Zoom.

Y/N and Florence had been the first to join the conversation about half an hour before the official beginning, and by the time everyone else did, they were crying from laughter and had to excuse themselves from their computers to collect whatever remaining composure they had.

"You two alright?" Oliva Wilde had raised her eyebrow, as the women re-joined, still chuckling. "Will we have to use body doubles for the scenes you two are in?"

"No!

"Nohooo!" both of them yelled through laughter. "We'll be as professional as professionals are. Which is very professional."

Then Y/N made the mistake of glancing at Florence's square, and the two busted out laughing again, spewing apologies in between, but no one seemed to really mind. In fact, it looked like they appreciated how casual and open everyone was being, hoping the set wouldn't be stiff either when they moved onto filming.

And for the two women, it wasn't really. Actually, they grew closer than ever. The amount of time Florence spent in Y/N's trailer was to the point that the two started to talk about just moving in together. After scouring the nearby apartments for rent, they settled on a three-bedroom apartment, as two-bedroom ones were non-existent.