In a fortnight

Chapter 4

The day flew by in a blur, a blur of colors and people. My phone kept blowing up with messages, I mostly ignored them as I've been taught to do. Rumors started and I know it hadn't been even a day but I'd hoped they die down by now. They're edits were so clever.

By the time I knew it, it was the day of the meeting, nerves got the best on me. I scratched at my skin, it burned and was as red as a tomato.

I sat at the end of my bed, lightly touching my irritated skin, I felt the bumps forming under my fingertips. I was glad I could still feel pain after suppressing it for too long, acting as if those hateful words from fans didn't hurt.

My head lowered down into my hands. Tears were falling, I just didn't understand. Over a picture? A PICTURE!? I gripped my hair at the roots, I felt like pulling out every follicle until I was hairless.

I sat there and sobbed for a while, I lifted my head and looked around my room, my curtains I had in place around my bed were tied up, making me feel exposed.

I stood on both legs as they carried me through my bathroom to my closet. I had a photoshoot right after for magazines, so I picked a dress that has been locked away deep in my closet.

I bought it in Milan when season 2 of Game Of Thrones was coming out, so I've had it.. a while.

It was a plain, black,floor length, slim, cotton dress that exposed my entire back, with flared long sleeves. When I say slim I meant it was tight but stretchy, it just fell straight down and left a tiny train. I put on some red bottom heels, and paired it with some sunglasses. My hair was in a spiked bun at the base of neck.

I looked at myself in the mirror, I had a habit of talking to myself to make myself feel better and calm my nerves. Sometimes it worked and others it didn't.

"You look good, you are prefect." I inhaled and held it in for a few seconds, I looked up at every inch of my body. I clutched my dress and started walking towards the door that led to my room, wasting no time in making my way towards my car.

We parked infront of the building and I sighed. No matter what I was making it to that meeting and photoshoot.

I opened the door and let my left foot out first then my right to not expose myself to any cameras that might be around. I was met with a few flashing, which I gratefully appreciate. They always captured my good side, I blew some kisses at the men and got escorted inside by my body guard with his hand hovering over the small of my back.

As I entered I placed my glasses on top of my head and walked passed glass windows, all filled with people crowded around and talking. I stopped infront of an all glass room with the House of The Dragon logo on it.

I put my hand on the door and glanced up, I felt this burning sensation on my chest and face. Tom and Ewan sat there, their mouths practically gaped, staring holes into me through the windows. Most of the cast were talking amongst themselves, glanced my way and kept talking, but they, they kept staring.

"Amara I'm so glad you could make it." One of the producers gave me a hug, she let go of me with her hands still slightly on my waist. "And that dress, stunning."

"Yea she is." I turned and Olivia had her hands cupped around her mouth to make the statement sound louder. I chuckled.

I walked about the room greeting everyone and placing kisses on their cheeks. The whole time I felt a heat rise up from no where. A nervousness I couldn't quite place.

"Hello." I walked up to Tom. He stood infront of me and gave me a hug. His hands touched the small of my back, it sent a shiver down my spine, I'm assuming he felt it.

"You look absolutely beautiful." He whispered, I felt his breath on my neck, like he wanted to kiss it, but restrained himself. I held in a breath, until it came back to me that we were in a room full of co-workers.

"Why,thank you." I acted my way out of his embrace, his eyes still heavy on me as I went to go greet Ewan.

"Hello Ewan." I slightly bent down to hug him. He hugged me back, but brushed his lips against my shoulder. I chopped that up to an accident and went on my way to the last chair which just so happened to be Harry's.

"Hello." I strutted my way towards him and he just shook my hand and didn't say much. I felt embarrassed, my cheeks turned a slightly pink hue out of shame.

I say next to him and desperately tried to get him to notice my efforts, despite the eyes glued to the back of my head that just made me even more nervous.

"I really like your dress. Not in a perv type of way. It suits you and I think you look really good ." I looked down and blushed. He complimented me, for once he complimented me.

"Thank you so much. How are your shows going?" He turned to me almost suspiciously and started opening up about his sets and the music remix's he does. I found what he did very interesting, so I sat in silence listening to his words, until the producers started talking.

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Who does he think he is? Was he trying to make a move on her? I rEaLlY lIkE yOuR dReSs.what was that?

I stared at her through her whole conversation, had she really not noticed my attempts? What did she see in him anyway?

I clenched my fist a little under the table, it wasn't rage, it was jealousy. That she started every talk, as if she wanted to talk to him. Did she like him? Ughhh as if I didn't have enough competition with Ewan, now I had Harry too?

My face twisted into one of anger though I didn't feel such emotion. Ok maybe I was a little angry, but how could I not be? I loved her and here Ewan was making fuck me eyes at her and her making those same eyes at Harry. My anger started to grow once I'd seen Ewan staring at them the same way. The producers were starting to talk but I was too focused on my inner monologue to understand and or register even the loudest of noises.

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How dare she? I felt an eye blinding rage. Why was he more interesting than me in her eyes? My face was blank but I kept my eyes on her.

When the producers spoke up I snapped out of my daze entirely, I looked at Tom and he was fixed on the side of her head.

I nudged him slightly, when he turned he had the more boring, rage filled face that would make anyone fall to their knees. I ignored him and turned back to the producers.

The schedule seemed as clear as day, the only thing distracting me was the sound of Amara's laughter at Harry's jokes.

Tom got up, no explanation, no hesitation, he got up and left.