Week 22 • Harry

                                    

                                          
*** A/N: Yes, Olivia will be in this book. Don't hate me. It will make sense in the end, I promise. 
Nola and I are relaxing after some rather satisfying morning sex. Her body is resting haphazardly atop mine as both of us work to return to a normal breathing pattern. "Why can't I just come along as your assistant , or something?" Nola asks with a pout, tracing her fingers over the sparrow tattoo that says LOVE underneath it. 
I push her hair back and answer, "because my actual assistant is coming to the meeting." I kiss her, questioning if I should ask her the question on my mind, but decide to just go for it. "Do I sense some jealousy?"
"No," she says much too defensively. Does it make me a terrible person if I like the fact that she's jealous? "I just want to spend time with you and for the next two days, I can't do that. Plus, I really want to meet her."
"Are you with me for my connections?" I joke, but she gives it to me right back.
"That, among other things." 
"Well, love, today they are virtual read throughs and meetings, so I will be next door all day. I have an hour break mid-day so I will order something in and we can see each other then." Her face falls in disappointment, even though I've literally been inside of her for the last half hour. "Yes, it will be a late night, but I am more than happy to crawl in bed next to you after I'm all done."
"Please do," she says, but her expression doesn't change. 
"Why do you still look so sad?" I ask her, still inside of her, but needing to pull out. I carefully place a towel between us to catch the mess and clean us both up before going to lay next to her. She snuggles into my side and lays her head down on my chest. "Seriously, Nola. Talk to me."
"I knew you'd have to go back to being... well, being THE Harry Styles," ugh, I hate when she calls me that- like I'm two people. "But I'm just so used to having you all to myself and I am really bad at sharing. Like I can't do it at all. You've met Mia, right? I created her. She is my tiny little clone monster and..." that statement makes me burst out laughing. 
"Darling, you have nothing to worry about," I try to tell her but she's too deep inside her head not buying it. 
"You mean, DON'T WORRY DARLING?" 
"No, I mean, the fact that I have to go to work for a few days doesn't mean that I will automatically turn into a different person. I've gone to the studio, I've done songwriting retreats and album work away. This is no different." 
"It IS different, though. You weren't pretending to have sex with Mitch, Tom or Tyler when you were working on the album." Ahh. so that's what this is really about. 
"Not that you know of."
"I'm being serious, Harry. I don't share well and I have to share you with Florence Pugh, now." She stands up. Shit this is getting irrationally serious. "I have to watch you, my boyfriend" as she says that word I smile, because it rolls off her tongue so easily now, "have sex on the big screen. Like, people are going to watch what it's like to be with you, and that's something that used to just be mine." 
I stand up to stop her from nervously pacing the floor. "Nol, first of all, it's called ACTING because I am not actually going to have sex with anybody, but you. Second, there are no actual sex scenes in this movie. It's just me going down on her and getting her off. That's kind of the whole female empowerment thing; showing her pleasure and not necessarily mine."
I thought that was going to make things better, but I was so wrong. Nola huffs and says, "well, that makes it all better, then," in annoyance. "You're just going to Watermelon Sugar her."