Actress [h.s]

Ch. 4

Styles Work;

Iris POV

I get to the break room and in my basket 'Vanders Work' there is tons of paper. I look over and next to mine is 'Styles Work'. The magazines from his car run through my mind like shooting stars. I don't have a good feeling about this but I need to know about him as much as he knows about me. I grab his papers as well as mine and walk towards the door. My hands are full with coffee in one and a stack of papers in the other. I walk faster towards the door and run into my devious other. My coffee spills on the both of us.

"Wow, you're in a rush." He says surprised on how fast I was going. My heart is pumping so fast I'm going to pass out.

" Yeah umm my bad." I say trying to keep my voice from shaking. He looks over at all the papers spread across the floor. I get on my hands and knees picking them up hoping he doesn't get a glance of his papers. We pick them all up and he helps me to my feet.

"You have a lot of papers," he looks over at his basket, "and I have none." I smile.

"Here let me clean you up." He walks me over to the bag of wipes and starts at my shirt. There's more coffee on him than there is on me, but he is, for some reason, helpful today. Wait, what am I saying, Harry is not a helpful person. I can totally tell that he is fucking hitting on me. I lift my arms ready to push him off of me but then casually reach for my phone when it vibrates. I reach over and pick up my phone I look over at him and he is wiping his shirt off with a new wipe.

{Hey you still coming tonight}

{Yup can I bring a couple friends} and by friends I mean just Claire.

{yeah that's fine. cant wait to see you baby. <3 }

I smile and harry looks at me with a confused face,

"What?" I say clenching my eyebrows.

"Nothing." he says. I reach for a wipe but he catches my hand.

"No, I got you." he my stained arms. Then he slowly gets on his knees. I need anyone to save me from this.

"IRIS!!" a familiar voice yells. Harry stands and he locks eyes with me. I don't want this, why is he hitting on me in the first place. I walk out of the break room and see my beautiful mother and Claire standing in the middle of the studio. My grin grows from cheek to cheek as I walk towards her. We share a tight hug and it feels amazing to be in her arms.

"You look beautiful honey." She says looking at me up and down. I nod my head because she looks better than me for a 47 year old.

"Stop it. How are you?" I ask. Our hands are still intertwined, not wanting to let go.

"Amazing."

"Where is dad?" I ask knowing the answer hoping it has changed.

"You know he doesn't travel anymore." She says looking down. When my dad got sick my parents split but she still keeps and eye on him, which I am proud of her for. Because she is dating some other guy, she really doesn't like talking about him though. I look up at her, her eyes move past mine and I am confused. I turn around and see Harry approaching us. Oh shit,

"Who is this?" she says looking at me then him again.

"He is.." Harry cuts me off. Please don't blow this Harry.

"Co-star in the new movie we are filming. A friend of hers." He says looking back at me. I guess I don't have to be mad at him because he told the truth but I still am. I thought he was being nice to me instead of sneaky.

"Yeah," I say agreeing with him.

"Oh well nice to meet you," She puts her hand out for him to shake. He pulls her hand into a hug. I stand there like a fool, and then look over at Claire laughing her ass off. Why does he have to walk in and ruin my life?

Harry POV

"You should stay and watch us warm up for lines and picture." I say.

"I would love to." She says flashing her smile at me. I really do love this woman, not literally of course. Iris walks her over to her chair to sit as I go to the break room to get my highlighted parts. Before I walk through the doors to the break room I remember that my basket was empty. Why the fuck wouldn't they put it in my basket yet, but my assistant texted me that he did already this morning. I stop in my tracks, who would take it. I look into Iris's basket and tons of paper is in hers. I look in hers, and once I get to half of the stack I can see all my stuff. Why would she fucking steal my script? I can also see not only my script but everything else from the last week. My eyes go directly to where she it sitting. Luckily her mom isn't sitting next to her, or else this could have been worse.

"What the hell is this?" she looks up from her phone, and acts surprised. She's a good actor like I thought. I can tell she doesn't want to say anything.

"Fine. Why did you steal my shit." we are face to face.

"Listen, the only reason I -" she stands trying to ease the mood.

"Wow, I am truly amazed." I say. She looks up at me.

"You shouldn't be you stole my stuff too..." I stop in my tracks.

"What the hell are you talking about?" I ask. I don't recall taking her shit at all.

"You know what I'm talking about Harry," she stutters.

"What is it Iris." I can't tell she doesn't know how to explain it.

"Excuse me, we are ready for you." I turn around and walk with him hoping Iris will follow but she doesn't.

Iris POV

I tried to tell him about it, but I was looking through his stuff he shouldn't ever know about that. I walk across to the studio bathroom to buy time. I turn on the water to wash my hands. A girl comes out of the stalls and washes her hands next to me. There is an awkward silence then she speaks,

"You auditioning?" she says looking at me through the mirror.

"Oh no." I guess not because I already got the part that I can kind of don't want.

"I am and I want to star in it!" she says confidently. I am shocked, poor girl is auditioning for the part I already have.

"Anyways," she starts to whisper, "If you see the producer tell him to come see me." She winks at me in the mirror. Obviously not a poor girl, nor is she shy.

"It's a joke." I immediately chuckle nervously to amuse her. She pulls out her bag and puts on another coat of lipstick then leaves. I awkwardly stand there confused at the situation.

Harry POV

"Okay we are going to go over these lines with everyone." The director says looking at the ladies in the line.

"And if we don't like you we will tell you to stop," he looks backs at the girls in the line then back at me, "Of course not you, Harry." I throw him a sarcastic smile while picking up a script. The first of many of the girls stands next to me. We are about four feet apart and I can tell she is nervous. She says the first line and he immediately cuts her off.

"Are you okay?" he asks while getting out of his chair.

"Um... no." she says. He moves in on the innocent girl and speaks to her quietly.

"Maybe you should go get some fresh air, and not come back." He says into her ear. Honestly, I would have done the same; there is no point in wasting his time. When real actors are waiting. Thirty minutes go by and I can tell it's dark outside now, I stare at the clock and it is 6:45.

"Ugh..." I groan.

Harry you bored?" He asks from his director's chair.

"Yeah." I say grabbing water from the table.

"This is the last audition of the day, you ready?" he says.

"Well enlighten me." I say throwing open my arms.

"Alright... Catilin Carver." he finishes.