In a fortnight

Chapter 1

I was walking into the semi familiar studio, the lights were dim, and it smelt of old, stale coffee. Ewan stood beside me and I watched the framed posters pass us by.

Me and Ewan had the most scenes together, atleast for my character, so it felt almost fitting to do interviews with him and Tom.

"Where's Tom?" My head turned towards Ewan before my eyes could fully look at him, and even when they did I was still so distracted by the unfamiliar part of this studio we've been to time and time before.

"He's running a tad bit late. He will be here before we start the interview. I know that much." He said the last part almost in a whisper. Mine and Ewans relationship was a bit, I don't want to say rocky, but it was, the playfulness was just for the camera.

Off camera he hardly talked, with me. He had amazing chemistry with everyone else on the cast. Except for me, as well did Tom. They never talked to me.

"I'll see you before the interview,yea?" He told me focused on something ahead, well more like someone. He moved his body sideways to get past me and the many crew that walked the opposite of us.

Before I could open my mouth he was already a good distance away from me and disappeared behind the crew. I kept walking looking for the door with my name on it.

When I finally did I focused more on the little plate then anything, it was a silver tiny plate with my name on it. Amara Thomas (Valeria Targaryen)

I ran my hands over it to feel all the groves on my name, I sighed in defeat and walked in. There was a rack of clothes full of brightly colored pieces, that was to my left. I could slightly see a figure of a couch behind him, it was a light grey.

At the far end of the room was a vanity and a studio chair. I didn't bother paying any attention to the right side of the room.

I walked towards the clothes and pulled out the only red item there. A red cotton dress with a build in corset. I slipped it on and smoothed the fabric over my curves. I somehow managed to zip it up.

I kept my black heels and black jacket. I turned around and caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror and I fell in love with this dress. I smoothed the dress over my body again and just kept watching in the mirror.

I touched up my makeup a bit, by adding some blush and a bit of mascara.

I let out another sigh, another day of being infront of the camera, faking my smile knowing I would love it if it were real. I pulled out my phone and stared at it for a bit, slowly spacing off.

What if I mess this one up? You've never messed up an interview.
Yea...but what if I do, this time?

I came out of the daze and remembered what I was on my phone for. I pressed instagram.

On my timeline was a picture of Ewan and Tom side hugging right behind the scenes of the set. The crew was around them doing their job as they took pictures looking happy.

"Miss Thomas. It's time." The assistant knocked three times.

I got up, my heels clicking on the floor. I checked myself in the mirror to see if I looked good enough and sighed again, putting a smile on for everyone.

I made my way towards the door as I put my phone in my dress pocket. Gripping the knob I twisted it and made my way around crew and tables before making it to the spot the boys were talking photos at.

I stood next to Ewan, he stared down at me and gave me an almost sympathetic smile. He looked down at my pocket.

"I think you should turn off your phone." I was taken aback by his words and rushed to get my phone. He towered over me so he ,of course, saw my screen, or rather the photo on it.

It was the post Tom had posted before I came out here. I awkwardly closed my phone and placed it back in my pocket.

"Thank you. For letting me know. I really appreciate it." I looked up at him to find him already staring at me.

"Of course. Just be careful who you show your screen too." He slightly chuckled, yet I don't have any idea why. It wasn't funny.

"It's not my fault you are a bean stalk. Maybe don't look at short peoples phones." I crossed my arms at him and he chuckled that menacing chuckled that always seemed to make my knees want to give out.