𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐝 ~ ✰☽ 𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐢𝐬 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐠𝐞 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦 𝐨𝐜

~ thirteen ~

"We're here," Louis mumbles, parking the car outside of a huge lot that was filled with people and trailers.
Right after I mentioned Connor, we both just immediately got quiet. Well I only did because Louis did.

I unbuckle my seatbelt and push out the door, when I could hear my name being called.
"Y/n and Louis! You've arrived!" Harry announced, waving to us as he stood by the entrance of one trailer.

I gave him a quick smile and a wave, before heading to Louis' backseat and pulling open the door, at the same time he pulled open his on the other side. I ignored eye contact at all times with the boy as I grabbed out my suitcases and set them on the floor.

"Do you want-"

"I'm carrying them myself."

Louis looked down and nodded, grabbing his last things out and then shutting his door.
I reached for the duffel bag and threw it over my shoulder, then took the hand bag out and finally closed the door.

"You guys are getting fitted first. You have about thirty minutes to unpack, and then meet me here at this trailer," Harry instructed, "Over there."

He pointed to two trailers, parked side by side with the windows aligning.
"The one of the right is Y/n and left is Louis. Got it?"

I give him a nod, "Thank you Harry."

Louis begins to walk away just fine, rolling his luggage over to the trailer, which was literally side by side with mine.
And knowing that our windows are straight across from each other, he'll probably annoy me all day, every day.

I trudge over, carrying as much as I can, nearly tripping over air several times.
"Do you need any help Y/n?" I could hear Harry call out.

"I'll be fine, thank you!" I lie, yelling back. We were originally supposed to have two whole hours to prepare, but now that I've missed the train, ridden with Louis, and we had to stop twice, I only have thirty minutes.

Finally, I arrive at my trailer. There was a small sign on the door that read:

Enola Holmes
Y/n Downey

That's me. I wonder what Louis' says with his whole big name of Viscount Tewksbury Marquess of Basilwether.
I pull open my door, and reveal a tiny, but nice living area.

Full size bed, which can be tucked into a sofa, small fridge, counter space, little oven and microwave. Then there was a door which probably led into a bathroom.

Not to bad. But it'll look even better when I'm finished with it. I may have packed just a tiny bit of room decor to make it feel more home-like.
I smile and walk over to the bed. First thing to do is make sure it's comfy. Because if I'm sleeping three months in here, it better be live-able.

I flop on my bed and just as I hoped, it was perfect. Not too hard, not too soft. Bouncy, but also something I could sink into.
"At least something today is good," I sigh and sit back up.

Twenty minutes.

~

"Finally," I huff, wiping some sweat from my forehead and staring at my trailer. I had my bed made, my clothes unpacked, and my toiletries put in place. A few little things still had to be unpacked but I'd get to them after the costumes try-ons.

My forehead was a little sweaty, and my hair was a frizzy mess, so before I headed out, I decided to tidy up myself.
I went into my new bathroom and used a bit of water to wash my face, and then I combed my hair and tied it back into a messy bun.