Thea Dames is an up and coming actress. New in the spotlight and not quite use to being the center of attention. That doesn't mean that she cannot hold her own against the top dogs in Hollywood. She is on her own and thriving.
Her smooth, clear tre...
The bag of pretzels laying next to me in bed were my comfort right now. The bag was almost empty, but I didn't care less at this point. It felt good being chased down by a diet soda. I made the mistake of looking through old paparazzi pictures of Harry and his old stunts.
The thing is...it looks so real. They look happy in these pictures and you can feel the chemistry. You may just be able to feel it because it's two extremely attractive people but I can't imagine a scenario where I can pull this off with Harry.
My phone vibrating made the google search disappear as Tia's face came up on the screen. "Hi Tee."
"Hi lover! How did your meeting go?" She chirps, I can hear her rustling around her apartment. "Don't mind me just putting away some groceries."
"Food poisoning gone?"
"Yeah, I think I lost ten pounds from it so that's an upside," Tia snickers.
I can't help but chuckle, "Meeting was fine. Signed my life away, you know, the usual."
"What do you mean you signed your life away, a new movie?" Tia questions, the rustling stopping as she focuses more onto the conversation.
"No, I...I agreed to fake date Harry Styles for promotion," I cringe, it sounds bad when I say it out loud. I know this wasn't the biggest sin on the earth, it still felt weird to be actively signing up to participate in a hoax.
Tia begins cackling on the line, "No, really, what did you sign up for?"
"Fake dating Harry Styles," I deadpan.
"Why would you do that? You just talked about what an asshole he was, Thea," Her done was disapproving. I hated it.
"It's just a business move, for my movie and his album. It's not real," I realize that I'm becoming defensive in trying to justify my actions to my best friend.
"Why are you getting snappy with me? You're the one who made a dumb choice. You're deciding to work with a miserable asshole for money."
My blood was boiling now. Tia and I don't fight often.
In fact, I can't remember the last time that we fought about something serious. We have been friends since freshman year of college. We've had some ups and downs, but as we've gotten olders we've had more ups than downs.
When Tia was passionate about something, she became opinionated. It was useless to try to reason or debate with her at times because she wouldn't listen. It could be extremely frustrating to try to resolve our problems.
I'm not saying she needs to approve of this decision, but I just signed up for a ticket to hell and I needed her support.
"I need your support, not to be scolded by you! I know it sounds dumb, okay? But I didn't want to let Cam down."
"I'll always support you, but for fucks sake, you put yourself in a position to be in a relationship with a dickhead," She retorts, I can tell she's getting angry.
"I was anxious, okay? I freaked out and signed!" My voice gets higher and tighter as I still defend myself and my choice. I wasn't confident in my choice, obviously, but I can make my own decisions.
"You can't use your anxiety as an excuse for everything," Tia huffs.
With that, I pull the phone away from my face and press the red 'end call' button. I slide the button to silent and throw my phone on the other side of the bed. I felt like crying, but I also felt like punching a wall.
I didn't use my anxiety as an excuse for everything. It did affect my day to day and I try to be open about my anxiety struggles with people close to me. I don't appreciate her throwing it back in my face.
I throw the blankets off my bare legs and drag my feet to the bathroom. I splash some cold water onto my hot face and tug my hair up into a messy bun for the night. It was only nine but fuck it, I wanted this day to be over with.
As I slide back into bed, I wonder when this contract begins. I should have probably read all the fine print and the actual papers instead of scribble my signature everywhere they told me to.
I grab my phone to text Cam and my question already seems to be answered. I have a text from a number not saved in my contacts. I don't recognize it either. It's a short message.
Cafe Habana, 12 pm, tomorrow.
I assumed this must be Jeff scheduling our first outing together.
Is this Jeff? Did you check w/ Cam?
I wanted to make sure that both of our managers were on the same page about what this was going to look like.
Quite a bit of time goes by, I swipe back to the message to make sure I sent it. The read receipt says that the text was looked at mere seconds after I sent it. Odd. Maybe Jeff wasn't a major texter.
I am assuming that this our first public outing and that of course, paparazzi are going to be there, ready to get the shots.
I get out of bed and wander into my closet to pick out my outfit. I wanted to make sure I looked good if I was going to be in front of the camera. I also didn't want Harry to think that I was looking good for him.
With a quick search, google tells me that Cafe Habana is a go-to place for celebs. It's own by Randy Gerber and Cindy fucking Crawford. I also learned that Harry Styles is very good friends with the family and goes there constantly. I swipe through some tagged pictures and see that people dress very casual here.
I decided on a red, floral off-the-shoulder crop top, with tight skinny jeans with a few rips, and nude boots. I was going to look hot. I carefully lay them out on the dresser and throw a gold necklace on the pile to finish the look. It was casually but not sloppy. I had a brand deal from American Eagle and they always supplied me with the new releases.
If tomorrow was going to suck, at least I'd look pretty.
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