Request: Harry and Y/N, who works on the Dunkirk set, have quite the crush on each other.
“I’m going to need you to sit still, Fionn.” You laughed,
rolling your eyes at a fidgeting Fionn who sat in a chair, you applying the
black paint on his face that would look like oil in the next scene they were
“The brush is tickling me, Y/N.” He said, chuckling.
“Almost done.” You muttered, focusing on your work. “Where’s Harry? He’s next.”
“Last time I saw him was two hours ago when you both were checking each other out by the trailers.”
You blushed, rolling your eyes. “We weren’t checking each other out.”
“Yeah, sure. Whatever you say.” Fionn said sarcastically. You made a face at him before stepping back and putting your brush down.
“We’re done. Now shoo, Whitehead.”
“So you can get to your favourite part, huh?” He smirked, standing up.
You flipped him the bird before putting your hand on your hip. “Call Harry in for me?”
“Harry! Oh prince Harry!” In a high pitch, Fionn called out, making his way out of the dressing and makeup room where you stood.
Harry looked at Fionn who was ready already for the scene who walked towards him, “Your turn, Romeo.”
Harry chuckled, pointing his index finger warningly at his new friend, “Told you not to call me that.”
“I promise I won’t when you ask her out.” Fionn wiggled his eyebrows at him.
“Ask who? Y/N?” Jack asked, taking a bite of his sandwich as he walked towards the pair.
Harry chuckled, rolling his eyes yet didn’t make an effort to deny.
Fionn nodded at Jack who instantly grinned, looking at Harry. “It’s about time, Styles!”
“To do what?” Tom Glynn asked, already clothed in his burgundy sweater.
“Ask Y/N out, get married, have ki-“
“Well excuse me, I have to go to makeup right now.” Harry said with a smile, aware of the teasing he was going to receive as he walked past his co-stars who hollered with encouraging chants and some whistles.
“Break a leg, Styles!” Was what he heard before he knocked on the dressing room’s door, hearing a faint “Come in”
Your head turned towards the person who opened the door, seeing Harry letting himself inside before locking the door. You’d think that after a year of filming and seeing Harry in the military uniform you’d get used to it but that wasn’t the case as seeing him in his uniform still makes your breath hitch in your throat.
“Hi.” Harry grinned, approaching you.
With a giggle, you replied. “Hi.”
Harry pointed at the vacant chair and you nodded, watching as he sat. You turned, beginning to dip your brush in the paint. “How was your day off yesterday?” Harry asked.
“Much needed and very appreciated,” You chuckled. “I tried this sushi place with my little niece, went on an IKEA date with my little brother and went to a small friends reunion at night.”
“You wore yourself out, didn’t you?” Harry laughed lightly, making you join and agree.
“It was eventful.” You looked at him, stepping closer and ignoring the rapid thumping of your heart. “Ready?”
“Colour me.” He closed his eyes with a smile. He looked so aesthetic, you almost didn’t feel like you want to put any colour on his sculpted face. You began gently and slightly covering the areas on his face with the black paint.
“Can’t believe we’re finishing in a month.” You said quietly.
“What are you doing after that? I don’t think you told me.” Harry said with his eyes still closed but still supporting a warm smile.
“I think I’m going to go on a well-earned vacation for a while then just pick what life throws at me. Think I have some offers from people that I need to look at.”
Harry hummed, “Where do you plan on going?”
“Jamaica. I’ve been dying to go there ever since I was a kid.”
Harry opened his eyes, now grinning. “I went there!” He said excitedly.
You gasped, backing a little. “Oh my God, I remember you telling me you did. You have to recommend some places for me.”
“Actually,” Harry cleared his throat, sitting up. “I was considering going there for a week after we’re done with the promo stuff. Before I start my tour.”
You grinned, “Hey, maybe we can fly there together. I’m only going with a couple of my friends and I’m staying for two weeks.”
“Fuck yes!” Harry shouted instantly before his eyes widened, shaking his head, “I mean- I mean I’d love that.”
You giggled. You set your brush down, looking at the black paint on Harry’s cheek. “I need to spread that, do you, uh, mind if I use my hands?”
He smiled, shaking his head. “Work your magic, Y/N.”
Nervously and slowly, your hand touched his cheek.
Harry couldn’t fight how hot his body felt. His forest green eyes looking at your eyes which were trained on spreading the paint on his face so softly. Deciding to take the fact that your eyes weren’t looking at his to his advantage, Harry took in all the details. The faint scar on your face, the curled lashes and just how kissable your lips looked.
Feeling his eyes on you, you gulped, fighting the urge to place your lips on his.
“Y/N?” It was almost a whisper that fell from his lips.
You hummed in reply, your eyes finally looking at his.
“Is it okay if I kiss you? I can’t wait until Jamaica.” He asked quietly, shaking the nervous feeling in the pit of his stomach.
Instead of a verbal reply, you placed your craving lips on his. Harry’s arms instantly wrapped around your waist, pushing you towards him to place you on his lap.
Molding lips moved in sync and it was nothing like the either of you imagined; it felt unexplainably natural. It felt familiar and loving.
You both pulled away slowly, eyes still closed. Harry smiled, leaning to peck your lips a few more times which made you giggle.
“Do you have any idea how bad I’ve been wanting to kiss you ever since I saw you?” Harry smiled softly, his hand moving up to your cheek.
“As a matter of fact, I might have an idea.” You smiled back at him, leaning towards his soft touch. “We still need to finish that paint.”
Harry chuckled, nodding. “Not letting you get up, though.” He raised a challenging eyebrow at you.
And so, you spent the time on his lap, working on his face as you both talked about your Jamaican plans.
“Fancy going on a date with me? That sushi place you mentioned earlier?” Harry smirked, his strong arms holding you.
“Depends on who is asking me. Harry or Alex?” You smiled teasingly.
“Harry. Always Harry.”
“Then yes. I would love to go on a date with you.”
Needless to say, the cast was a wave of teasing and congratulations upon seeing the exchange of lips locking throughout the day.