"Jamie," I say in a low voice. "Please move out the way."
"Look, I'm sorry, okay? I was just messing around, you know that."
"Please move," I say again.
"Look at me. I'm just joking-"
My fist flies forward and connects with his nose before I can com...
I turn off the alarm clock and sigh. Yet another day of rushing around, fetching tea, sweeping the floor, steaming costumes and dealing with whiny divas. What a life, eh?
The lack of sleep shows in my eyes, but I quickly conceal it with a touch of makeup. I throw on my outfit for the day, boring as usual.
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"Best to keep it simple," I say to myself in the mirror by the door before leaving my house.
A text comes through on my phone.
Where r u? Ur supposed to be fixing my hair literally rn.
Jesus Christ, I've never met a man so precious about his looks.
Filming doesn't start for another 2 hours Jamie. But I'll be there in 10 mins. I hope your hair can survive that long - I type out my reply.
Jamie Campbell Bower. Lives to torment me to death, when he's not gazing at his own reflection in any metal surface, of course. Not even joking, I saw him checking himself out in a spoon once.
Make it 5 minutes and you might actually keep ur job.
I roll my eyes and scoff. Please, u'd be lost without me. I'll get there when I get there.
I switch my phone off until I get to the studio.
(Jamie's POV)
I read her text and a sly smile creeps across my face. She's right, we would be lost without her, but I'm not about to let her know that.
Everybody's replaceable darling. And u know I don't like to be kept waiting.
I look at the text for a few minutes after I send it, but no reply comes through.
Truth is, there's nothing really wrong with my hair, I just want her to get here faster. The day doesn't really start without her here. In all fairness, she doesn't do that much; she makes sure there's refreshments, she touches up hair and makeup from time to time, and she's always on stand-by if they need a helping hand with the set. Apart from that though, I like to think she's just here for my entertainment.
After waiting for about 7 minutes, I hear the sound of a car locking outside and, moments later, in she walks, looking slightly dishevelled from the wind.
"Tut tut, y/n," I say, shaking my head as I look at my watch. "You're late."
"Actually," she snaps as she walks by me, "My shift doesn't start for another half an hour. So I'm not late in the slightest, you're just impatient."
"Careful there y/n. Much more lip from you and you might find yourself without a job."
She rolls her eyes at me and turns to back to start preparing drinks for the staff. Half an hour early.
(Y/n's POV)
"Y/n?" I hear from behind me, but I don't answer. "Y/n, I'm talking to you."
I plug my headphones into my iPod and start blasting my playlist whilst making Martin's usual cappuccino.
As I'm about to pour the milk in, my headphones get yanked away from me.
"Didn't anyone teach you to respect your elders?" He leans against the table as he speaks, dangling my headphones from one finger.
"I would," I say, "but unfortunately there are none of my elders around at the moment, given that you have the maturity of a 12 year old."
He grabs his chest in a display of mock sorrow. "You hurt me y/n, you really do. Looks like someone needs to teach you some manners."
He leans closer to me, and I 'accidentally' spill some cold milk over his shirt.
"Whoops, what a shame," I say, quickly moving back from him. "Guess you should go get changed huh?"
A spot of anger flares in his eyes and I worry I've taken it a step too far, but it's quickly masked with another smile.
"Or," he starts, "I could just go shirtless."
(Jamie's POV)
She stares at me, wide-eyed, as I unbutton and slowly peel the damp shirt from my back.
I watch as her eyes sweep over my toned chest and the marks on my arms.
"Jamie, what are they from?" She reaches a hand out to touch one of the angry red lines, but I pull my arm back out of reach.
"Got in a fight, didn't I? You should see the other guy."
"Really?"
"Nope, but I prefer this story to the truth," I laugh a little as I go to grab a fresh shirt.
"Gone shy have you?" She teases, trying to hide the tension.
"Not in the slightest," I move closer to her again. "And if you're a good girl, you can have the full show later."
I try desperately to hold in my laugh as I walk away from her, leaving her standing there with a furious blush creeping up her cheeks.
From the main entrance, there's a voice that shouts, "Places everyone!"
