A Night in Hollywood

Cut.

"Don't you just look happy?" Anna greeted Louis as he stepped inside for his breakfast on Tuesday morning.

Louis sighed and rested against the counter. "Is it that obvious?"

"Yeah, it is," Anna greeted. "You will get wrinkles early if you keep that frown. Now tell me what's wrong while I make you a cup of... extra strong coffee?"

"Yeah, thanks," Louis said and watched as she set to work.

"Now spit it out," Anna said. "What is it?"

"Styles. He's a pain in the arse."

"The good kind?"

"Anna, I'm being serious, he's a fucking prick."

She turned her face to Louis, scrunching her nose. "Really? C'mon. He's so hot. And interesting."

"Yeah, so thought I, but he keeps fucking commenting on my acting skills. He says I'm good but I have to be brilliant to work alongside him. He acts as if he fucking owns the shit."

"Damn." Anna placed his coffee in front of him plus his scone. "That sounds tough, mate."

"Yeah, and we still have so many months left of shooting."

"How many?"

"Six. And in two months we are going to fly to New York to film scenes there since that's where the movie takes place, and just UGH."

Louis hid his face in his arms on the counter dramatically.

Anna snorted and whacked the back of his head. "You, Louis Tomlinson, just have to live with it. I might not be a movie star, but I know that Harry is good, and if he wants you to be brilliant it means you can be brilliant."

Louis looked up from his arms and pouted. "You don't think I'm already brilliant?"

"Of course I do, but I also know Harry is a professional."

"Do you think there's something wrong with the way I speak American?"

"Say something with an American accent and I'll be the judge."

Louis cleared his throat and spoke, "Harry Styles is a fucking wanker."

Anna scrunched her nose. "First of all, be nice, you're gonna have to make out with him at some point—"

"Don't remind me, gosh." Louis rolled his eyes.

Anna snorted. "Secondly, I think you sound just fine. I can't see why Harry should have a problem with it. To me, you can sound just as American as you want to."

"Exactly!" Louis said. "Niall says I'm good, too, and so did my tutor. And the director and producer clearly think so, too. I really don't know what that prat's problem is."

"Louis, I love gossiping with you," Anna said, "but may I remind you this is a public place. You can't just say stuff like that about your co-star."

Louis sighed. "I know, you're right." He looked around them, though the café was relatively empty. "I need to get going anyway. We are gonna shoot our first scenes today. I have to drive to this park where they've built office scenery for today."

"Ah," Anna said. "What's the movie about again?"

Louis rolled his eyes and took a sip of his coffee. "Romance."

* * *

The scenery was impressive and the staff was everywhere. Lights were being put up, Henry scurried around giving orders. A makeup booth had been set up and even from a distance, Louis could see Harry sitting in the chair, Rosalinda dotting around him. Another woman was with her, an assistant, Louis assumed.