Anxious [h.s]

6.

"Marina ?"
Andrews voice cuts me out of my thoughts.
"we go on filming."
He's knocking on my door.

I step out of my trailer and walk towards the set. Camille and a few other actors are filming a side scene while rudy is the main part of it. I stand besides of it and watch them play.
Jonathan, which is the role rudy plays, sits in a Cafe and cries. He's mentally unstable and kidnapped florence to feel better and not so alone anymore. But she doesn't know any of it. It is the typical Stockholm syndrome kind of story, but I like it.
He's sitting with his head layed down in his hands and breathing sharply, this is the part of the film in which he regrets the things he did to her.
Rudy is really good at acting, I feel so lucky to get to play with him. He played a role in outer banks and many other good movies.
I just played roles in a few little not so popular films, and they were mostly side roles. I actually don't know what was so special on me that they chose me at the day of the casting to play Florence.

"wish you were as good as him, sunflower?"
The deep british accent sounds from my left.

I turn my gaze to meet harry who is standing besides me and watches the scene as well.
" yes, Rudy is very talented, I wish I could be more like him."

Suddenly he turns his eyes to me.
"don't wish to be like him, do something to be like him."

"and how should I get to that point, Styles?"
I'm not expecting a helpful conversation with him, he should give me advices, not just criticizing me.

Harry chuckles before speaking.
"my words earlier hurt you, didn't they?"

I don't look at him and just try to focus on Rudy.
"no, because they weren't true."

He doesn't answer to that, just his amused look shows me that he disagrees with me.

"look at Pankow, the way he's acting is art, he has his own style. I don't know, go the museum and get some inspiration to make your own thing."
Now I turn to look at him.
What does he mean with that?
"I planned on going to a museum after work, you could come with me."

"I'm definitely not going on a date with you" I scrunch my nose at that thought.

"this wasn't a date invitation, this was a outcall to work on your job or else you're no longer working here."
I don't respond to that, just looking to the ground. Harry takes this as an yes.
"okay, I'll wait for you in my car."
He grins before turning away from me.

Great, fucking great. Today I wanted to meet up with Zayn to have our daily therapy, but Mr Styles wants to make my work day even longer.

After a few more hours of work I finally get to leave. The whole time I thought about if I really should go to harrys car like he said, or if I should just go home to lie in my bed and watch Netflix with Zayn. But as much as I would like to go home, harry would have even more hate on me than he has already. I sigh as I walk to the parking lot, wanting to delay the moment as much as I can.
But then harry makes the choice for me when he drives with his black mercedes in front of me and holds there. Now I can't just run away.

I slowly walk to the car and open the passenger door.
"hi. "
I smile and take a place.

"good choice of you to come."
He says with a deep tone and no friendliness. Good to see you too, as if I had a different chance.
I roll my eyes and lean myself back.
"stop rolling your eyes at me, I let this go through too many times already, don't make this an habit."
There it is, his friendly conversation which I can listen to now for the next few hours.
During the drive to the museum none of us talks, his eyes are focused on to the road and I look out of the window. To be honest I'm fine with that, I don't want to talk to him.

We arrive and get out of the car to walk towards the entry of the museum, but before I can open the door harry holds me back by my wrist and janks me back. I lightly scream at his sudden act.
"what?"
I snap at him, not wanting to know what he wants from me now.

"we're not going here inside, we're taking the back entrance"
He says sternly and shoves me to the back of the building.

"may I ask why?"
I try to get my arm out of his tight grip, but it is impossible.

"I know someone who works here, we don't need to pay."
He says with no interest in talking to me.
"anyways, you are not the one who is popular, but people know me, I don't want to be seen with you. Want to avoid rumours."

I roll my eyes at him.

"what did I say about you rolling your eyes at me?"
He demands before shoving me into the back door, opening it and then leading us to a small hallway.
He takes out a small card and unlocks a metal door with it, leading us directly into the museum.
He really must make a drama out of everything.

"you could say thank you for me bringing you here without paying."
He shrugs.

I look around me and notice that no people can be seen. The light is turned off from the reception and it seems like the museum is not open.
"if I would have known the museum is closed I wouldn't have said yes to coming with you."

Now he rolls his eyes at me.
"we have the museum for us."

"yes but you can't just break into a museum!"
I lightly raise my voice at him.

He just shakes his head and smirks, he definitely knows something that I don't know.
"told you I know someone from here, so you can't call it 'breaking in'"

I walk towards a painting and regard it. There's a beautiful landscape with a mountain and a lake in it.
It looks absolutely beautiful, I wish I could paint like this.
The next painting shows a sunflower meadow. I immediately think of the name harry always calls me.

"I know what you're thinking"
His raspy voice sounds from my behind. I don't want him to know that I automatically think of him when I see sunflowers.

"so why are we here?"
I turn around and jump a little bit as I bumb into his chest. He's standing very closely behind me and laughs at the sight.

"look around you, what painting does make you feel like you have a connection to it?" he turns around and guides me with his hands in the air to look around.

I try to take his advice seriously and walk through a few sections of paintings. They all look stunning but as I pass a middle section one painting catches my attention.
Its a landscape again, but this one makes me feel quite comfortable. On the left is a light blue sea, on the right is a huge forest which reminds me of safety and in the background is a  mountain. This picture is different than the others, the colors are not so dark and it doesn't make me feel small. All the other pictures I saw made me feel like I was looking at a painting, but this one makes me feel like I'm in the painting. It stands out.

"this one, huh?"
Harry takes a hold besides me and looks at the painting as well, his hands behind his back.

"yeah, it kinda has something."
I take in every detail of it.

"what do you feel when you look at it?"
His voice now sounding soft and quiet.

I don't need to think about an answer because it's already written in my mind.
"free."

He looks at me for a second and nods.
"it's different than the others, you need to be different than the others as well, Marina. And you see, being different is no bad thing."
When he talks like this I could almost say his voice is relaxing.
"it isn't the most expensive painting in the museum for no reason."
He states which makes me look at him. I don't like to admit it, but he's right.

"thank you for showing me this, I think I can understand now why you weren't content with me."
I smile at him.
He's probably just not so good at being friendly to people, but he can show it in other ways.

"that doesn't mean I like you now, sunflower" his deep voice and his dangerous look is back again. This makes me groan in the inside, I was wrong , he is just a dick.

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CHAPTER 6 <3

I asked a boy for prom and he said yes, ahhh. I'm the most shy girl ever and this makes me just feel so happy. But lately he is a dick, ah I don't care.