Love On Tour - H.S.

St. Paul

tiktok reference: "Love On Tour W/ Harry pt. 5 // Drama // " again hehe

y/n's pov

Timothee came home later than he was supposed to because his flight got delayed and by the time he got home Amanda and I were wine drunk and passed out on the couch. Timothee had moved me to my room as he did the same to Amanda and all I could remember was telling Timothee how much I loved him.

Which is why I've been glued to my bed the whole morning, I was embarrassed and I didn't want to face him. It's 11:27am and I'm laying under the covers with a growling stomach. Timothee and I were supposed to practice our script this whole day, but I didn't even want to face him. I'm hoping he didn't take it too seriously because I wasn't planning on taking it any further. I can never shut up when I'm drunk, my mind always has something to say and I always end up regretting it the day after.

"Knock Knock. Y/N are you awake?" Timothee said from behind my bedroom door. I shot up from my spot and sat upright.

"Uh-yeah. I'm awake. You can come in." I replied.

He came in with a small mug in his hand and walked in with a cheery smile. "Amanda and I made brunch. You should come down and eat so we can work on the script."

Timothee stood up and held out his hand for me which I gladly took. I walked behind him with our hands still attached to each other and when we made it to the kitchen island, Amanda was already smirking at us. I blushed and slowly pulled my hand out of Timothee's grip.

"There's a lot of emotional scenes in this script, are you good with crying on command?" Timothee asked, looking up from the packet and staring right into my eyes.

"I've never tried it, but regarding what I just went through these past weeks I'm sure I can get emotional."

"I'm sorry." Timothee whispered.

"On the bright side when you get the part you'll be able to say that the break up literally helped you get the role." Amanda mentioned throwing a wink my way.

Timothee and I stood up in the middle of the living room, we moved all the furniture to the side so we could really practice everything.

The girl's name was Daisy and her boyfriend's name was Dylan. They had just finished having dinner and they were both walking back to their shared apartment. In the middle of their walk heavy rain started to fall and Daisy smiled because she loved the rain, Dylan not so much.

"Daisy, slow down. You're gonna fall." Timothee aka Dylan says.

I stopped skipping and waited for 'Dylan' to catch up.

"But Dylan, it's raining. You know how much I love the rain. It makes me so happy." I say giving him the puppy dog eyes.

"Just hold my hand and don't go anywhere. I don't need you going around and bashing your head in." He says, rolling his eyes and my mood alters. I do as he says and his grip is tight making me want to pull away, but I know if I did he'd just start an argument and I didn't want any of that.

Most of the walk was silent until his phone started ringing. He reached his left hand in his pocket and looked at the screen. I saw his face lit up and he looked happy?

My eyes lingered on his phone and I wish I never did because I saw a picture of a girl dressed in lingerie. I gasped and pulled my hand away from his. (this is part of the script, obviously Timothee doesn't actually have a picture on his phone).

"What the fuck is that, Dylan?" I spat with pure disgust written all over my face.

"Nothing, Dais. Just let it go."