Just friends

Part 8

Addy

I'm freaking the fuck out. Freaking. Out.

I'm supposed to be on set in less than five minutes, and I'm sweating profusely and pacing my trailer like I'm psychotic, which I guess right now I am. 

When I left Liam's trailer in a panic, I practically ran here, needing to get away from him and Drake as fast as possible. And then when I noticed my shirt was on backwards, I didn't want anyone to see me and question me. It got even worse when I heard Ava's voice right before I walked up the steps to my trailer because I know how much she hates me. I don't need to give her another reason to make work more stressful right now.

I run to my tiny bathroom and throw some cold water on my face, trying to calm my nerves before I look at the time again. 

"Fuck," I whisper before looking at myself in the mirror. Three minutes and I'm supposed to be getting hair and makeup done, but I look like a frenzied mess. I guess they won't care, but I know that it's going to garner questions, which is going to get around the set, get back to Ava, and then Ava will find a way to taunt me about how I'm terrified about doing this sex scene. Which will then, in turn, get back to the director and my agent, and the whole cycle could get me booted from the set, which has my nerves in overdrive. 

I take a deep breath and try to pull myself together. Knock it off, Adlee. Get yourself together and get your ass out there and do your damn job!

With only two minutes to make it to the makeup trailer, I grab my phone, my purse filled with granola bars, and my water bottle and head out the door, locking my trailer door behind me. 

"What's up, buttercup?"

I nearly scream and jump out of my skin at the sound of Liam's voice. He chuckles lightly before giving my arm a squeeze.

"You good?"

"Jesus," I pant a little with my hand to my chest. "Yeah, I think so. You scared the shit out of me."

Liam chuckles again in that light, raspy voice that gives me goosebumps. "Yeah, I can see that. Sorry." He shrugs as if he's not sorry at all, which makes me glower at him.

His grin back says it all. "I just wanted to make sure you were okay, and figured we could walk to the makeup trailer together. Although I'll admit. I didn't think you would be heading there this late. You're usually always super early."

I shrug as we start walking to the makeup trailer. "I know."

Those eyes of his watch me intently as we make our trek to the makeup trailer. 

"You're freaking out, aren't you?"

I kept my eyes forward, not wanting to give anything away but knowing that Liam already knew. 

We were just about to reach the trailer when he grabbed my arm to stop me. My eyes met his and my mouth opened just the slightest bit at the intensity there. "If you feel comfortable in any way, just say something. Or I don't know, pinch me and I'll say something to Greg." 

I smiled at that. The fact that he was going to take the blame with the Director if I felt uncomfortable made me ache for him just a little bit more. My instincts took over and I leaned into him, giving Liam a hug. 

His arms wrapped around me while his nose went into my hair. "Thank you," I whispered into his chest and he squeezed me a little bit tighter.

"Of course," he whispered back just before we broke apart. We smiled at each other and then got our asses into the makeup trailer before we got reemed out for being late. 

...

My makeup was done, my hair was sexily mused and I was in a robe with nothing underneath. I let out a huge sigh. Well, I shouldn't say nothing. I glanced down at my cat paw slippers and lifted my toes a little bit to get my mind off of everything while they fixed the set for our next scene. 

Liam and I had just finished filming our takes for the build up. This particular scene is supposed to be the flashbacks to how our last season ended, and the precipise of how our characters start their relationship. It was nice getting back into it with Liam and being on set but now that we're getting to the part that I have to be topless and naked in front of him my heart is racing. 

I thought I was going to have a heart attack earlier with him in his trailer when I was just in my underwear but now, now I feel like I might just up and die at any moment. 

Glancing around I begin to count everyone who's left on set. It's not many, maybe eight in total but I know that a few of them won't be directly near us when we begin shooting. Tara, our intimacy coordinator, is talking to Greg, our director, while I silently freak out watching them ready our set. 

One of the girls from hair and makeup comes over and fluffs up my hair, looking to make sure my makeup is on point before Greg tells us to get into positon.

"You okay, honey?"

I nod, "Yeah, I'm okay."

She gives me a small smile like she can tell how much I'm freaking out and that just makes me more anxious because no way in hell do I want everyone to know I can't do my job right now. She powders my nose, reapplys my lipstick and touches my hair one more time before whispering, "You'll do amazing," and then walking away. 

My eyes follow her to behind a screen that I hadn't even noticed they put up for some of the necessary workers we need on set right now. I jump when I feel Liam's hand graze my arm.

"Ready?" He asks, eyes imploring mine. 

I give him a nod, which he returns before leading me over to the bed they set up for us. My eyes roam over everyone in the room. Greg behind the camera, Tara in the corner, two sound guys who are visible and Liam right here at my side. Another breath escapes me because it's not as bad as I thought it was going to be. I think I can actually do this.

That is until Greg says, "You can lose the robe and get into position whenever you're ready Addy."