Harry entered the room when he heard his name being called. In the room there was an old man with a serious look and a cameraman who was obviously bored. The room was so white that it made Harry feel uncomfortable. As soon as he recevied the order, he started to read the line written on the paper in front of him. He wasn't nervous. Acting wasn't scaring him. That's what he has been doing since he was born. Acting was the only thing he could do. He was very calm while acting because he already knew he wouldn't get the role. He's been acting for a few years but hasn't gotten any fame yet. He had no hope anymore. He thought he had achieved success with his last drama, but all of a sudden screenwriters decided kill him.
Who was he to achieve success? Success was only for the brave. This holy gift was given to people who knew who they are. Harry? He was out of luck since he was born. God had decided to give this priceless gift to someone better than him. The only reason he auditioned was it was a movie directed by his favorite writer. Even if it's impossible for him to play the lead role.
He thanked the man who said they would call him again and left the suffocating room. They wouldn't call. They never do. These words weren't giving him hope anymore. He began to look for the exit door in the strangely maze-like building. Who would build such a building? In fact, Harry had heard that the director had also used the cameras in the building to make selections. Louis Tomlinson -the writer and the director of the movie- was looking not only at how actors acted, but also how they walked, how they communicated and how they reacted to the things around them. But Harry wouldn't walk around for director to watch him. All he wanted was go out. He didn't see the need to struggle for a role he couldn't get. He had already spent enough energy to come here.
As soon as he went out of the building he flung himself on a bench. He was tired. But it wasn't something that sleeping could fix. He was completely exhausted. He was lost. He had nothing. No family, no home... He only had a few friends who wouldn't notice if he died, and a house he couldn't pay the rent for months. He never had more. He would never have. Lifting his head, he met a pair of eyes watching him. He didn't care at first, but when he realized who was watching him, he felt butterflies came alive. Louis Tomlinson was looking up at Harry from the book he was reading. Even though Hary wanted to talk with Louis, he changed his mind. He just smiled lightly at the man. While he was on his way to his house, he didn't know that Louis was still watching him.
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Lost Soul
Fanfiction"The most terrible thing about it is not that it breaks one's heart, hearts are made to be broken but that it turns one's heart to stone."
