behind cameras | harry lewis.

11 ~ pancakes?

c h a p t e r  e l e v e n

'... as he looked down at the girl in awe.'

Clementine opens her eyes to be faced with a lightly dim room, though the clock to her right read it was long past noon, she was still half asleep. Her ears filling with the sound of her phone pinging with call after call, after message. Pulling herself up resting on her elbows, trying to twist her head reaching her phone. It vibrated with a call in her hand. 

Bringing the phone to her ear, she was blasted with the exhausted voice of her manager, Ms Moreau. "Oh Clementine. Why have you not been picking up? Are you okay? What happened? Clementine you missed your meeting, you never have. Why was you late, are you okay?" 

Just as Clemmie was about to reply, she was interrupted, "Clementine, you should have told me you was going to be late. Are you okay, though? Where are-"

"I am fine. Just went out drinking last night." She said as she pressed her thumb into her forehead, "Maybe a slight headache."

"Well I'm glad you're okay. We cancelled the meeting and moved it for Monday at 2."

Rubbing her eyes, trying to clear her vision of a blurred hangover, "Alright. I am writing it down right now." She lied. 

Her manager quietly laughed through her breath, "I'll just email you all the details."

"Thanks Moreau."

"Goodbye Clemmie. And drink lots of water and coffee." 

Before she had the chance to say goodbye, he phone beeped, indicating her phone died. Sighing , she dropped her phone on the bed. Rolling on to the other side, wrapping the duvet around her petite body, coming to the realisation of she didn't know where she was. She was in a bed, laying next to Freya and Talia, surrounded in a sea of clothes all over the floor. On the far side of the room, was a pc set up and the desk was scattered with empty bear bottles and cups - probably the aftermath of the club last night. 

Falling back into the depths of the bed (she didn't know whose though) her eyelids closed the minute her head fell upon the pillow. She tried to lift her eyelids put to her dismay they fell closed again. Raising them again whilst she swung her legs round the side of the bed, her legs dangling down. 

She stood up, looking in a near by mirror to find mascara down her cheeks and makeup halfway wiped off. Trying to tie her hair up but ending up in a mess, due to her stumbling over literally nothing. Walking to the door to leave Freya and Talia to sleep, Clementine brushed past the desk knocking over beer bottles and cans. The sound on the glass landing on wooden floor bring attention to Talia. 

"Hello." Talia's voice was quavered with tiredness, her eyes still closed as she wrapped herself in the bed sheets. 

Clementine didn't want to wake her, with remembering how drunk she was last night and how hungover she must be. "Er. Um. Tee you are dreaming." 

Her eyes slightly fluttered open, then closed. "Clem. What are you doing?"

"It's your dream, only you know." Slowly she made her way to the door, keeping an eye on her two friends. Reaching for the door handle, she looked back to find both girls in a sleeping trance. 

Making her way towards the lounge, she thought of how ridiculous she must have sounded back in there. Her footsteps echoed through the walls of the Sidemen house. Clemmie remembered that they have had many other houses together but decided to get another in 2021.

The second she got into the lounge she was meet with the sound of snores and the sight of many men asleep on the floor, sofas and on top of each other.