Harry Styles has come a long way since his baby-faced days in One Direction.
After breaking the internet by donning a dress for the cover of Vogue - and scooping a Grammy Award for Best Pop Solo Performance along the way - the star was cast in the film adaption of My Policeman.
Styles will transform into the lead character of Tom Burgess, a gay police officer who delves into a complicated love triangle "until one of them breaks and three lives are destroyed".
According to reports, an insider for the film says " Harry will be having sex on screen and [producers] want it to look as real as possible".

The source added that Styles will have two "romps" and that "not much is going to be left to the imagination".
Now, there's an obvious reason why this may sound appealing: the singer's on-stage thrusts and thirsty snaps have left us all a little flustered.
But there's something much larger at play here than your lunch-break fantasy.
Sanitised portrayals of gay sex have plagued the mainstream film industry - perpetuating a silencing shame that reached its full potential during the AIDS crisis.


Take for example the modern gay cult classic: Call Me By Your Name.
The film, which explores a passionate summer romance between a timid adolescent and his father's temporary assistant, shows a rather graphic sex scene between one of the protagonists and his fleeting girlfriend.
Yet when it comes to the highly strung-out gay sex scene... the camera pans out to the trees and fades to black. Yes, really.
What's more disappointing is that, in the book, the narrator intimately describes his experience with another man in such an elegant and beautiful way.

The biopic Bohemian Rhapsody, which follows the life of one of the most unapologetically gay icons of all times, follows the same pattern.
Freddie Mercury's sexual promiscuity is reduced to a shot of a public toilet door swinging back and forth, and the most intimate scenes we see are between him and a woman.
While some films are beginning to challenge this, think God's Own Country and Beats Per Minute, they're struggling to break into the mainstream.

And even if they do get thrown into the spotlight for a hot minute - they're a small fish in a huge pond of hetero-centric films and underrepresented queer characters.
But, with a protagonist as huge as Harry Styles, My Policeman could spark real change.
All it has to do is set a firm stance, one that says "we are not hiding away from gay sex".
It could help shatter Hollywood's fear of showing two men in love without the need for blurry montages, over-editing or "artistic symbolism"- and the reverberations this has on improving LGBTQ+ representation would be monumental.
So Harry, no pressure, but please don't let us down. It's a sign of the times.