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Sincerity Is Scary (7.3)

Make sure you read 7.2 first x

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You wake up the next morning with a smile on your face. One entirely brought by your conversation with Matty having settled down your doubts, one that lasted all throughout the time you were getting ready to leave for rehearsals, breakfast and on the way to the venue.

When you hit the red carpet, nerves overcame you but joy filled every corner of your body along with the intense impostor syndrome that you were starting to get acquainted with. It all was eliciting a massive smile from you which hurt your cheekbones, you just couldn't quite believe you were there. And Amelia was feeling just the same.

Rehearsals are almost done, you and Amelia had been there for hours by then and it was mental to see the various interviewers there with their respective crews rehearsing for the very next day. Your crew tells you you're almost done, only having to go over the last bit which was basically the send off once you'd wrap your section up the next day, and after that you were good to go back to the hotel.

But before you can finish that up, the crew give you a five minute break whilst they figure out some things behind the scenes.

Once you two finally have a moment to finally breathe, that's when your best friend comes up to you and brings back the chat you'd rather keep buried.

"Y/N/N, I'm sorry," Amelia starts saying, lowering her microphone and cue cards until they're pressed beside her thigh and the grin she had on her face is replaced by her furrowed brows and lips pressed together in sorrow when looking back, "About last night, I shouldn't have said what I said. I know better than that and there's only so much I know about what you have with Matty, and even though it seems-"

"Ames." You cut her off before she can say more because your heart was already sinking and you felt yourself start going cold since you had no idea what to expect now. "Don't. I know what you meant last night and I appreciate your concern, you know I do, but please let's not do this right now."

"But-," Amelia tried to get her words out again but you wouldn't budge.

"Not here Ames." You pleaded once more, the last thing you wanted was to get upset in the middle of rehearsals and in front of the crew. Dryly adding, "We can do this back at the hotel, if you insist on continuing the conversation."

Thankfully Amelia accepts your bargain, not wanting to have you upset again at the venue, so she just presses her lips together and nods.

"Right." She agrees and coming closer to you, she throws her arm around your shoulder and hugs you into her side, "Love you, Y/N/N."

You smile back, thankful for her understanding, leaning into her and reciprocating the feeling, "Love you too, Ames."

After that, you had used the few minutes left of your rest to openly marvel about the whole thing to each other, pinching each other's arms at the same time and exploding in giggles when you realised you really weren't dreaming.

The rest of the rehearsal went smoothly and once you wrapped up, the crew congratulated you on a brilliant rehearsal and let you go.

As soon as you get to the hotel, you order room service and do a repeat of the previous night, watching a film as you eat but this time the film is completely forgotten because once you remember just how big the ceremony is, you two frantically look for you flash cards with information so you can go over it all to ensure you don't fuck up the next day.

Thankfully, that had been why you both forgot to speak about your situation with Matty. So by the time you're doing your skin care and getting ready to head to bed, texting Matty until he stopped replying because he definitely fell asleep, you have a massive grin on your face and your anticipation for the following day is doing nothing but bubble up your chest and make your stomach flutter.