behind cameras | harry lewis.

4 ~ volume

c h a p t e r f o u r

'...it would take a god to build her heart...'

"Clemmie, you have to get up." Remi's voice spoke in a hushed tone, right next to her ear. "Now!" Remi's hushed tone now bellowed through the vintage walls of the house as she ripped the bed covers off the dainty girl.

"But it's still so early." Clementine dragged out the 'O' as she rolled over staring at the bright red letters displaying the hour. She talked softly so her headache didn't get any worse.

"Trust me I know, you are the one waking me up at 2 o'clock in the morning." A pillow slapped Clemmie right on the nose, a kind gesture from her amazing friend.

The girl sat up in her friends bed rubbing at her puffy eyes, her bangs dangling in them. "You the one who was fine with coming." Her morning voice, rasping and deep - considering its 2 am. Throwing the pillow back she let out a deep, over exaggerated.

"There is medicine on the bed side table and a huge cup of coffee with your name written on it in the kitchen when you are ready." Clemmie got up from the bed making her way to the door to make her way to the kitchen but Remi's hand blocked her. "Only when you are dressed, we gotta get going." The taller girl closed the door behind leaving Clemmie to get ready.

She made her way over to the dressing table that sat her carry on bag and her suit case's beside it. The night before she called her friend over wanting a drinking partner, before the boyfriend came back to the penthouse. One drink lead to another then lead to things escalating very quickly. Hours in they decided to go to the other girls house so Remi and Clemmie could leave for the airport together.

Going through her bag she pulled out a pair of nude flared trousers and a peach ribbed vest, which she quickly placed on. She brushed through her chocolate brown hair, before elegantly blowing hot air through her bangs, styling them to make them look bouncy.

After she made her way to the kitchen dragging her suitcase's with her, she put on some platforms and sunglasses on the top of her head. Clemmie downed the now room temperature coffee, the smooth ness going down her throat better than the Whisky did.

The lukewarm substance now settled in the pit of her stomach mixing in with the alcohol. As she walked over to the door her shoes making dull sound through the open planed surface.

"Let's hit the road, sis."

Remi closed the front door behind them and her face had a confused look plastered on by the words of her best friend. "Sis? You have never said 'sis'."

"I don't know, isn't that what British people say to their mates." She nodded to the their driver whilst passing the man her suitcase and bag.

"How am I supposed to know, we both haven't been to England in over 9 years." The 27 year old girl exclaimed.

"It doesn't sound that right. Does it?" Clemmie placed the sunglasses over her eyes. Protecting them from the sun.

The strawberry-blonde girl shook her head at the smaller brunette girl.

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They made their way out of the car, paying the driver and grabbing their luggage out the boot.

"Merci." Both models spoke as they slammed the car door watching it drive away. The slam adding another 30 minutes to Clemmie's headache.

"So, where are we meeting the boys?" Remi wanted to know.

"Why would I have a clue? I didn't think Cash would meet us at the airport to say goodbye to his girlfriend at three in the morning." She put a tone of emphasis on girlfriend, "I only got the message this morning from my manager saying I would be meeting him here before I leave. He didn't even bother texting me that simple message." Clementine Flynn recalled the message she got when she was at the brink of wasted the other night.

"Even if Cash messaged you saying that, you wouldn't of stopped talking about how blunt or dry he would ha-" Remi was cut of short by her 6'ft boyfriend coming up behind her bringing her into a lifted hug. The two giggled at their affection for one another as Cash came up beside Clementine.

"Bonjour baby, Clemmie." He brung her into a side hug trying not to make the situation any more awkward and marking it looking real to the many photographs standing about flashing their cameras.

The four started to make some small talk about the flight and her knew house in London.

"Anyway we got to get going now, Mon amour." She shared her thoughts to the other three, trying not to sound fake over the words 'Mon amour'.

"Yes of course, of course. I will come visit when I have a couple days off from press tours for the movie." She knew what he really meant was, when management says he should come visit her.

Remi and Lucas (her boyfriend) said their goodbyes, them sounding more devoted to each other than the fake couple to their left. Lucas pulled Clemmie into a quick hug, being 1 foot and a bit taller than her.

Just when the two girls were about to leave, Clementine was taken by the arm and was being wrapped into another hug.

"Our managers want us to kiss in front of the paparazzi." Cash uttered into her small, sunburnt ears.

"You must be kidding me. Seriously?" She sighed under her breath. Hesitantly she agreed knowing the people with the cameras would get an awesome headline. Something along the lines of, 'Power couple going distant.' She also knew some of them would be absolute obscured, she just can't think at this hour and place. "Fine." All she really wanted to do was get on that plane and have a good sleep.

A couple of weeks ago this kiss would have meant a lot for her. It would have been filled with compassion and sweetness, a million of loving thoughts swirling her head as their magical moment was captured for the whole world to see. But now? For Clementine it was all fake, it spoke volume of hatred and anger. Not the kind where you would fall back into love, but the one where you loath the person your kissing even more as the seconds tick by.

When they broke apart she saw the look on her best friends face. It brung a giggle to Clemmie attracting the attention of Cash. Now that look on the tall girls face showed a greater volume of hatred towards the moment, that took place.

Remi knew how hard it must be for her friend to fake her love for the man who shattered her heart entirely. And now that she would have to fake being in love with the man she would despise for an eternity, Remi knew it would take a god to build her heart from the pieces which were left, piecing her soul until all of her was destroyed because of one lame boys' actions.