she's so funny and endearing

On the set of Dunkirk

Request from @emfrodo: hey love! i was hoping I could get a Harry Styles x Shy Reader request where the reader is super shy and anxious and she works on the dunkirk set with him (she’s a techie) and they are the same age and she can’t stop laughing during a scene in the background because Harry is trying to make her laugh when he’s floating in the water with the other crew?? and like the entire crew knows they like each other and it’s just so cute and fluffy!!! thank you!!

Ever since Y/N was a kid, she always thought it would be so cool to have a job in being part of a technical crew for a movie production. It was interesting to see how specific people would be in charge of creating sounds and making sure the lighting for scenes are perfect along with dozens of other jobs in the different departments. So Y/N had followed up a career to become a technician and she was quite happy with her job.

However, never did Y/N think that she would be working for a Christopher Nolan movie. One of the most well-known Directors for his movies: The Dark Knight, Instellar, and Inception. The list goes on. So when Y/N was asked to become part of this movie production, she jumped at the offer. 

Her job was quite simple. She was one of the sound technicians who would make sure all unnecessary sound is blocked out. 

Working on the set of the movie Dunkirk has been a great experience for her so far. From the moment she started, she was given a very warm welcome from Chris. Him and his wife made her feel comfortable in her job and she didn’t feel any pressure like she would when she worked in a her past productions. 

Another thing Y/N didn’t see coming were the actors on the set. One in particular. It was his first ever movie and from what she has seen, he was pretty damn good. He was currently on hiatus from a very famous boy band and Y/N very much knew him from one of her friends who was non-stop crying about them. 

His name was Harry Styles. He was a very cute guy, she thought. And from what she has seen, polite and goofy too. He would immediately become serious when there is something serious going on or when he is being told specific instructions. He was tall and very buff. He had brown hair that was shaved from the sides but left on top. She knew he had long hair before according to her friend and pictures because quite a big deal since it was all over the news.

Y/N noticed him on the second day of shooting but he didn’t notice her. Or at least, she thinks he didn’t notice her. She found Harry quite the sight with his very prominent dimples that would display anytime he laughed or joked around with the other crew or cast. 

She usually kept her distance from the other people, not wanting to budge in when she wasn’t needed. She wanted things to run smoothly since this was one of the largest productions she was working on. Not only because of that, but also because she is an extremely shy person. It’s not like she wants to be quiet all the time but for some reason, when she’s around other people, words just don’t seem to come out of her mouth unless someone asks her a question. 

So Y/N kept her distance from the goofy, British boy but admired him from afar. Little did she know that this boy had noticed her on the first day of shooting and immediately felt an attraction towards her. Harry admired her too. He thought she would look super adorable when she was so into her job Her brows would furrow and lips would set into a firm line when she would have a serious look on her face when doing her job. He even noticed her laughing once with one of the crew members and he instantly noted that her smile was his favorite feature of her. He also noticed how quiet the girl would be. While the camera is rolling, she would stand from a certain distance and just watch. 

Harry thought she didn’t notice him either.

He asked one of the crew members who she was and in reply he said, “Her name is Y/N. One of the sound technicians. Great gal but doesn’t talk much.”

But Harry really wanted to talk to her. He thought the whole crew was amazing and that every one of their jobs are significant for this production. He admired all of them for their hard work. And he thought, maybe he should introduce himself to Y/N too and let her know that she was doing a fantastic job.

So on one of the days of shooting, when there was a lunch break, Harry builds the courage to walk up to her and talk. Usually, he doesn’t have a problem with it, but for some reason he felt slightly nervous. 

He sees Y/N sitting on one of the wooden boxes, sandwich in hand, courtesy of Chris.

Y/N feels him in her peripheral vision, wondering if he’s looking at her since he’s so close and when she looks up, she sees him looking at her. Her heart lodges in her throat and her eyes slightly widen when he gives her warm smile. She gives him a timid smile back, not wanting to be rude. He walks towards her with his sandwich and water bottle in hand. 

“’S this seat taken?” He asks, pointing his arm towards the wooden box next to her. 

She quickly shakes her head no, scooting over a bit to make room for him. She couldn’t believe he wanted to sit next to her. Or maybe he had no other place to sit. She doesn’t really know.

Harry gives her a thankful smile, sitting down on the box. He unwraps his sandwich, taking a large bite out of it because he was so hungry. He looks at Y/N, who was sat beside him quietly eating her sandwich.

He finishes chewing before speaking, “M’name is Harry,” He introduces, taking you by surprise.

Holy fuck, he was going to talk to her too? She silently thought. 

“Y/N,” She introduces back, giving him a small smile. 

“Wha’ kind of sandwich have yeh got there?” He asks her, not knowing what else to say. Idiot. 

Y/N looks down at her sandwich before looking back at him with a slightly amused face. 

“It’s chicken,” She tells him. 

Harry narrows his eyes at her playfully, “Dammit, so yeh’re one of ‘em who took tha’! ‘M stuck with tuna. Now m’breath is gonna stink the whole the day.” He sighs dramatically.

Y/N slightly laughs before apologizing, “I’m sorry. I didn’t know it was going to finish. Would you like some?” She offers, holding the other half of her sandwich out to him and he shakes his head no, laughing. 

“No no. Was just messin’ with yeh, love,” Y/N’s heart flutters when he says the last word. Damn British people and their terms of endearment. 

She pulls it back towards her, looking away but not before catching his cute dimpled smile. Gosh, he was so darn cute.

“Great job by the way,” He compliments before taking a bite of his sandwich again.

Y/N arches an eyebrow at him, confused at what he means. 

Harry notices, quickly chewing and swallowing before he clarifies, “For the movie.”

Y/N’s cheeks tint red, not use to getting compliments or praises on her job, “Oh, thank you. I think you’re pretty great too,” She tells him shyly. The man could really act.

Harry smiles, “Why thank you very much.” Y/N nods as if saying you’re welcome. 

“Think ‘ve swallowed lots o’ seawater by accident though. Might puke it out later,” He tells her, making her nose scrunch up in distaste. Real smooth Harry, real smooth. 

Y/N laughs nonetheless, making Harry feel giddy because he got to make her smile. 

And for the rest of the lunch break, they share small talk and heart fluttering smiles. 


It’s been a few weeks since Harry and Y/N’s first encounter. Things have really changed between the two. Y/N has become more comfortable around Harry, feeling less nervous talking to him. She’s been starting to talk more on set and people have started to notice the special bond between the two. Harry would always goof around and make her laugh. The two would constantly exchange smiles from afar, Harry winking at her and making her blush and look away from him. They’ve started to develop feelings for each other, too afraid to admit it to each other. 

Y/N would still be a bit shy around Harry but that’s only when he says something that would totally make her face turn red. 

The pair would always hang out when there was a lunch break. Y/N would grab herself a chicken sandwich and one for Harry as well while he finishes up a scene. When he would finish, he walks to their seating spot, Harry giving her a grateful smile and peck on the forehead without thinking, making Y/N blush to herself at the sweet gesture. Sometimes he would give her a quick squeeze to her shoulder when walking by or his cute dimpled smile when she would just sit and watch him.

Y/N would watch Harry laugh with the cast and crew, her lips involuntarily pulling into a smile when she sees his face light up or when she hears his ridiculously cute cackle. Her feelings for him grew each day. 

Whenever they would sit together at lunch, Harry would always tell her his really lame jokes. Sometimes she’d think about it and smile at certain memories of them. 

“Why can’ the flower ride his bike?” He’d ask her, taking a bite out of the chicken sandwich she had brought him.

Y/N would roll her eyes playful, letting out a dramatic annoyed sigh, “I don’t know, Harry. Why can’t he ride his bike?” She’d ask him in a fake wondering tone.

“S’cos his petals fell off, pet.” He cackles and so does Y/N but not because of his joke–cause that was a really dumb joke–but because of his laugh and smile after he tells her the joke. She would laugh nonetheless because she finds it so funny and endearing when his nose scrunches up in his cute obnoxious laugh. 

“Gosh, you’re such a dork,” She’d tell him, laughing at him.

Harry would look at her with offence, “Oi! ‘M no dork! Yeh still like hangin’ out with this dork everyday but wouldn’ like to admit it now would yeh?”  He’d shoot back.

Y/N would sigh and pretend to think with a hand on her chin, “You’re right. I’m just too afraid to admit that I don’t like hanging out with you. Would much rather hang out with Fionn or Tom,” She lies, her lips slightly curved up, breaking her serious look. 

Harry narrowed his eyes at her, lips set into a firm line. A look of what she thinks is determination is set on his face. He leaned in close, making her heart slightly race. His intense green eyes, staring into hers.They might have been the most beautiful eyes she’s ever seen. Bright green with specks of gold and grey. His eyes were so hypnotizing that she didn’t notice Harry snatch her sandwich out of her hand. 

“Harry!” She slightly yelled, trying to take her sandwich back but her arms were too short and his were too long. 

“Nope,” Harry shakes his head. “Tha’s it. Tha’ was the last straw for yeh. Can’t believe yeh would do tha’ to me.” She stands up, taking advantage of him sitting down but he quickly mirrors her raising it above his head, too high for her to reach. 

“Harry, please! I’m hungry,” She’d complain but he’d still shake his head no with a fake look of betrayal.

“Take back what yeh said,” She was about to open her mouth to speak but Harry presses his forefinger against her lips. “Nuh uh, wasn’ finished speakin’, love.” And she rolls her eyes, crossing her arms. “Also have t’admit tha’ yeh like spendin’ time with me,” He smirks and Y/N’s jaw drops. 

“What? No!” She declines.

“Right then,” He says, looking at her as if he has no other. “Can’t get your lunch back. ‘M really hungry today. Second sandwich would be nice,” He whistles casually before opening his mouth wide and slowly bringing her sandwich to his mouth but before he could bite it, she grabs his arm and stops him.

“Fine,” She groans. “I take back what I said,” Harry nods, giving her an expectant look. 

“And..?”

Y/N rolls her eyes, “And I like it,” is all she says. Not wanting to admit that she really enjoys spending time with Harry.

Harry smirks, playing dumb, “And wha’?”

“Ugh, you know what I mean!” She says in annoyance.

His expression turns clueless, “Don’ know wha’ yeh mean, pet.” Y/N rolls her eyes again. 

“Careful, love. Gonna keep rollin’ yeh eyes at me and they’re gonna fall out,” She scoffs. 

“Wouldn’t have to see your ugly mug,” She speaks without thinking. Her eyes widening when she realizes what she just said. “I-I mean–””

Harry shakes his head, a look of pretense hurt on his face. “See how yeh feel ‘bout me.”

Y/N shakes her head, “Didn’t mean that!”

“Sure yeh didn’,” He says with a sad look. Drama queen.

“I didn’t!” She exasperates. 

“Want an apology then,” He mumbles. Such an idiot too.

“Fine. I’m sorry.” She apologizes because the guy was far from ugly. She just wasn’t going to tell him that to boost his ego even more, knowing him.

“And…wha’ were yeh goin’ to say befo’ tha’?” Great, he still wants her to say that too.

“ThatIlikespendingtimewithyou.” She speaks so quickly and he smirks at the flustered look on her face. He still loves how shy she gets around him.

“Wha’ was tha’? Couldn’ understand yeh. Slow down there, love,” He says in fake innocence, enjoying the flustered look on her face.

“Nope, I won’t say it again,” She says, harshly pinching his side and he involuntarily brings his arm down. She successfully grabs the sandwich, sticking her tongue out at him.

“Oi! Yeh menace!” He shouts, rubbing at his side and Y/N laughs. He picks her off the floor, throwing her over his shoulder and she squeals, smacking his bum. He carries them towards the end of the dock and pretends he’s about to throw her in the water, Y/N begging him not to. The both of them cause a scene, making the people around them watch with knowing looks, laughing at the two. 


It was the last day of shooting in the waters before they head off to L.A. One of the most intense scenes where the men have to swim around in the water with oil on their faces, waiting for help from the rescue boats. 

Y/N stood on one of the boats, watching all the men swim towards the boats. She hears Chris say cut in between, stopping the camera and explaining a few things to the other cast members. While they wait, Y/N notices Harry’s “oil” covered face making faces at her from where he floats in the water. She chuckles, rolling her eyes playfully and looks away. 

She still feels his eyes on her figure and she can tell from her peripheral vision. She looks back at him, noticing his green eyes solely staring at her and she couldn’t depict the look on his face. She raises her eyebrow at him as if saying what? But he just shakes his head giving her another smile. She smiles back at him, blushing when he gives her a wink.

The two were so busy communicating with their eyes that they didn’t notice Fionn notice the whole exchange.

“Someone’s got a crush,” He teases Harry.

Harry looks at him and shoves his shoulder, “Shut up.”

“C’mon, mate. We all know yeh two like each other. Just ask her out yeah?”

Harry sighs, “S’not that easy. Yeh don’ know if she likes me back and I–”

“Oh please. Here I’ll do you a favor,” Fionn says.

Harry’s eyebrow furrow in confusion, not knowing what he means. “Wha’ do yeh-?”

“Hey Y/N!” Fionn calls, making her turn head and look at them. Harry’s eyes quickly widen. Oh fuck. 

“Harry here has something to tell–” And before he could finish, he feels Harry dunk his face under water. No way was he letting her find out this way.

Y/N’s eyes widen, wondering what’s going on. “What?” She says, blushing a bit when people look her way.

The sound techie beside her gives her a knowing look. “If it isn’t more obvious.”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” She tells him honestly. What was going on? What made Harry dunk Fionn’s head underwater to stop him from saying whatever it was? Were they talking about her?

The techie parts his mouth to speak but before he could say anything, a deep raspy voice interrupts them. “Hey pet.”

They both turn their head to look at the person, Y/N immediately knowing who it was. She notices the look on Harry’s oil covered face. It was a look she’s never seen before and from what it looks like, it seemed serious. 

“Hey…?” She says, unsure. Since when did he get out of the water?

“Got a minute t’talk?” He wonders and she nods.

Y/N looks back at the techie who only gives her a wink. Okay really, what is going on? 

“Walk with me then,” He says, holding his arm out and gesturing his other hand towards the part of the dock where there was no people.

She doesn’t say anything, walking towards where he stood. He places his hand on the small of her back, the both of them walking side by side with their arms brushing against each other. The air smelt of seawater and the wind whistled, making it more breezy.

Harry was silent which was usually rare because whenever they were together, he would be the first to initiate the conversation and talk non stop. Y/N never minds though. She loves the sound of his voice. It’s deep and slow. Harry taking his time when speaking. Although sometimes she has no idea what he’s talking about but nods nonetheless. 

So why was he so quiet? What did he want to tell her? Was it about the fact that shooting for the movie was going to end soon and they weren’t going to see each other as often as they did? It was something that is inevitable. What was going to happen to their friendship? What if Harry might forget about her? Forget about what they had? She surely wouldn’t.

“So what was that back there?” She asks him.

“Wha’ was wha’?” He pretends to act clueless.

“With Fionn. Why’d you stop him from speaking?”

“S’nothing,” He brushes off, staring down at his feet while they walk.

“Really? Seemed like something since you dunked his head under water.” 

“Oi! Was jus’ helpin’ him out. Seein’ how long he could hold his breath underwater,” He lies. There was no going back from this. He had to tell her.

“Mhm,” She hums sarcastically. “Right after he calls my name,” She nudges at his shoulder.

Harry lets out an exaggerated sigh, “There’s no runnin’ from this is there?”

Y/N raises an eyebrow in question, “Running from what?

Harry clears his throat, halting in his steps and Y/N mirrors him. He grabs her hands in his and Y/N looks down at them in surprise, liking how her small hand fits in his large one. She looks back up at him, noticing him looking at her with his pale green eyes.

“Runnin’ from the fact tha’ I have feelings fo’ yeh,” Y/N looks at him stunned, not expecting this at all. Holy fuck, he likes her back!

“W-What?” She stutters.

“I like yeh, Y/N.” He admits, cupping her face. “Ever since I saw yeh on the first day of shooting. ‘ve noticed  how quiet yeh were but I was attracted to yeh,” He admits, his nerves slightly easing with each word. “An’ yeh know, we’ve been spendin’ time together and my feelings for yeh just keeps growin and s’okay ‘f yeh don’ feel the same way but–” Y/N cuts him off with the shake of her head.

“I like you too,” She mutters shyly looking down at her feet. She feels both of his hands cup her face, bringing her face up to look at him. They lock eyes, Harry staring at her with a surprised look.

“Yeh like me too yeah?” He says like he couldn’t believe it.

Y/N nods, red tinting her cheeks. “It’s kind of hard not to,” She admits. “Even if your dorky self tells horrible jokes.” She adds.

An offensive look takes over his face, “Oi! Yeh love m’jokes!” He squishes her cheeks together, her lips puckering and she holds his wrists, trying to pry them off her face.

“Nuh uh,” She tries to say through squished cheeks.

Harry smiles, leaning his face closer to hers and Y/N felt her heart rate increase. She looks deeply into his green eyes. Never had she seen them so close. She looks down at his raspberry colored lips that were slightly smudged with the black paint that was suppose to imitate as oil.

“Shut up yeh menace,” He tells her playfully. “Now back to where we were,” He says, still holding her cheeks. “How ‘bout a date? S’time yeah? Think we’ve kept our feelings long ‘nough from each other.”

Y/N nods, keeping her hands around his wrists. “Mhm.”

Harry gives her a happy grin, leaning in close to kiss her but she quickly presses her finger against his lips.

“Nuh uh. You‘ve got a dirty face.” She says, squirming in his hold.

Harry drops his jaw, “Oh c’mon, pet. S’just a kiss.” She shakes her head and he huffs. “Fine. A hug then?” She shakes her again.

“What?!” He shouts in fake anger. “Why not?”

“You’re wet!” She says in an obvious tone. “I’m gonna be soaked!”

Harry smirks at her words, wiggling his eyebrows. “Like yeh already aren’t.” He teases.

It takes a moment for Y/N to understand what he meant by that and when she does, she glares at him, hitting his shoulder while blushing really hard. 

“Oi! See what I mean,” He rubs the area where she hit him. “Call yeh a menace fo’ a reason! Always like abusin’ me.” He grumbles like a child.

Y/N chuckles, gathering the courage to stand on her tippy toes and hold his arms to balance herself, leaning in to give him a peck on the lips and quickly pulling back before Harry could process it. His small frown instantly lifts up into a happy grin. 

“Thought yeh said m’mouth was dirty.”

Y/N smiles, blushing again. “Couldn’t help myself. Now shut up.”

Harry pulls her close to him, this time pressing his chest against hers, ignoring the huff that emits from her mouth because his soaked clothes were touching her. “Not until yeh gimme ‘nother kiss. Proper one this time,” He demands softly, an expectant look on his face.

Y/N rolls her eyes but smiles nonetheless, leaning in to kiss him again but this time she felt a spark surge throughout her body, shocking every nerve. Her eyes involuntarily close, enjoying the kiss as it lasts for another five seconds. They let go, Harry pecking her bottom lip one more time before breathing out deeply. 

Man, he’s been waiting to do that for so long.

Their attention from each other breaks when they hear a whistle and they turn their heads to see Fionn and some of the crew and cast looking at them with smiles on their faces. 

“Finally! Took you guys long enough.” Fionn exasperates. 

“They knew?” Y/N asks with a blush on her face because of the amount of attention of them, wondering if they’ve been watching the whole time.

Harry chuckles, squeezing her close to his body and she groans, feeling her shirt soak. “Think they knew fo’ a while now, pet. An’ I think we both knew too. Just been too ‘fraid  t’admit it yeah?”

Y/N nods, pressing at his chest to push him off. “Now let go. You’ve got me all wet!”

Harry smirks dirtily, “Sure s’not from the kiss?” 

She narrows her eyes at him, pushing at his shoulders harder to get him off of her.

“You’re such an idiot!” Her face was a light shade a pink. He always makes her blush dammit. He just has to be so dirty.

“Yeah but yeh like this idiot,” He grins largely, stealing another kiss from her lips before running away back to the other side of the dock where everyone else was stood. Not before turning his head back to give her another goofy smile.

Gosh, she really does like that idiot. And it makes her smile uncontrollably. 


 This was longer than it should’ve been lmao. But i enjoyed writing it! Hope y’all liked it! I might’ve skimmed through it so there might be a few typos. I’ll fix them later tho. Some feedback would be nice :)

5

2.19 pm

This evening it is Sonia’s turn to host the fortnightly meeting of The Book Club, and this morning she left the triplets in Apollo’s care and visited the hairdressers, where she told Bertram she wanted something a little bit different. (Of course the longing for something a little bit different did not just apply to Sonia’s hair!) Sonia has been moody and restless all week, simultaneously dreading and looking forward to Roy’s return from Appaloosa Plains. She has also been avoiding Genevieve, who has continued to text and leave voicemail messages every day. Tom has been sending her texts as well, and quite alarmingly wants Sonia to meet up with him for a cup of tea and a ‘chat’ in his consulting rooms at the hospital. So far Sonia has resisted responding to him, though what he may want to 'chat’ to her about is a niggling source of speculation. (Apollo is convinced that he wants to profess his undying love for her, or else knock her out with chloroform and steal one of her kidneys, because he’s too nice to be true and probably the mastermind behind some huge international organ-harvesting racket.) Sonia really doesn’t know what to do about Genevieve. In many ways she is like a spoilt, wilful child who throws frequent tantrums and treats Sonia like her favourite toy. But she is also funny and endearing and intense and passionate….so, so passionate. Sonia has to admit that she quite misses her and Tom too, but she tells herself it’s only because she’s sexually frustrated. Roy might find himself in for quite an unexpectedly warm welcome when he arrives home!

After she’s finished at the hairdressers she has to get her nails done and then pay some bills, and finally stop off at the French Bakery for some pastries with which to impress the Book Club ladies. Normally Sonia would whip up something for them herself but time has really gotten away from her today. The girl behind the register, whose name Sonia recalls is Violet, whistles when she walks in. Sonia is momentarily confused. Delighted, but confused.

Violet: Woah, I almost didn’t recognise you! I love your hair! It looks really great!