Christmas Play

December 2

Harry got up early on Monday morning to get ready for his new job. As an upcoming actor, it wasn't always easy to find work, but he had been lucky enough to get a role in an original play at one of the smaller theatres in London. He hadn't read the script yet, only the one scene he auditioned with.

As he stepped out of his house, he noticed that his new neighbour was leaving as well. He wondered what he did for a living. He smiled and waved, but the neighbour must have missed that.

Harry got in his car and backed out of his driveway. He hit the breaks when someone was honking behind him. His neighbour drove past him. Harry huffed in annoyance. He was clearly first to back out. He had checked.

As he drove to the theatre, he noticed that his neighbour drove the same way. That was a crazy coincidence. Where was the working?

He couldn't believe his eyes when he parked outside the same theatre he was going to. He pulled up next to him and got out of the car.
"What are you doing here?" His neighbour asked.

"I work here." Harry replied.

"At this theatre? Really?" His neighbour asked.

"Yes. I'm an actor." Harry replied.

"So am I. Wait, don't tell me we're in the same play?" His neighbour questioned as they started to walk toward the entrance.

"Everything happens at night?" Harry wondered.

"Great." His neighbour muttered. Then he sighed.
"I'm Louis."

"Harry."

"What part are you gonna play?" Louis asked.

"Ehm, first lover." Harry revealed, hating the term.

"Oh, shit. I'm love interest. Do you think that means... no. It didn't say it was an LGBTQ+ production." Louis stuttered.

"You hadn't gone for the part of love interest then? How..." Harry snorted, but Louis cut him off.

"I'm fucking gay, okay? So before you throw some fucking slur at me, think again." Louis almost growled.

Harry felt awful.
"I'm sorry."

Louis didn't reply. They entered the theatre and walked up to the small assembly.
"There they are!" The director of the play shouted excitedly and clasped his hands together. He was the ephipany of a drama person with a long cardigan, a benie and a scarf around his neck, colours all clashing.

"Alright, everyone is assembled. Let me introduce you all. Harry Styles plays first lover, Louis Tomlinson love interest. Niall Horan, murderer, Liam Payne best friend, Ed Sheeran, second best friend, and Zayn Malik plays blood."

"Blood?" Louis questioned.

"Yes!" The director grinned.

Louis exchanged a look with Harry.

"I'm Nick Grimshaw, and here are your scrips. Take a seat, and we'll do a read through.

They all sat down in a ring. Nick started to read.
"Scene one, they arrive at the camp."

"It's a bit dusty but I brought a vacuum cleaner." Liam read.

"Splendid." Louis read.

Harry continued.
"Oh no! There's only one bed!"

Louis looked at the director.
"Why is it just one bed at a camp?"

"Just go with it." The director waved him off.

Louis looked at the script again. He was next.
"Hey, you with the beautiful emerald green orbs. Wanna share?"

He looked at the director again.
"Emeral green orbs?"

"A nicer way to say eyes. I really thought this through." The director grinned proudly.

Louis looked around at the others. They seemed to have a difficult time keeping it together.
"Continue, please." The director waved impatiently.

Harry read his lines.
"Yes! Ouch! I cut my finger on a rusty nail! I'm bleeding!"

The director spoke.
"Disco music starts playing. The blood swoops in and dances around the first lover."

Everyone looked confused. They continued to read the rest of the script, and it only got worse. As soon as they stepped out of the theatre, Liam turned to the others.
"What the hell was that?"

Everyone just shook their heads.