Actress [h.s]

Ch. 5

Is It Dreaming;

Harry POV

"Why don't you stay?" I say my line getting into character.

"Why should I stay, is there anything here for me?" she says not looking at the script.

"Is there?" I say closing the space between us.

"You." she says. After this line was a kiss we aren't supposed to get that into it. Then I am bombarded with soft precious lips touching mine. My arms wrap around her waist, the action comes completely natural. Her hands feel into my hair caressing my curls.

"Okayy... Callbacks will be posted on the board and emailed out to everyone this weekend." We pull away and her naughty eyes flash me a wink.

"Why'd you kiss me?" I ask putting the script down.

"It was in the script right?" she answers turning around and picking up her bag. I look at the clock and remember that it's time to crash a party.

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I park my car long side of the road, I got the address of this place that my assistant looked up during lunch break. Apparently this is one of the most pack-filled bars in town. I enter the place astounded by all the green decorations hung from the ceiling. I glance back at the bar behind me and look straight at him.

"Long Island Iced Tea." I say taking a seat.

"Would you like a stay away from my girlfriend with that?" I laugh at his humor.

"Where is she anyway?" I ask swerving my chair around.

"My girlfriend, well she is not here yet." He had my attention at 'girlfriend'. I look down and I can see the brightness of a phone call through his pocket.

"Figures, she's calling you." He reaches down into his pocket then puts the phone to his ear and walks back into the kitchen. I turn my chair back around to the entrance and people cheering announces the arrival of Iris and Claire.

"Good evening ladies." I say with a grin cheek to cheek. Iris looks me up and down then walks away.

"Ya know she is just trying to have a good time tonight, why are you so mean to her anyway?" Claire says stopping in front of me.

"Why are you so mean to me?" I ask not really interested in the answer.

"Because, she's my best friend." I'm not impressed.

"She doesn't have to be." I counter her.

"Whatever, I need a drink." She doesn't walk far.

I finish the drink in front of me then move to the seat next to her. I can tell she is somehow hurt by what I said, and that she ordered a drink.

"Listen, I guess I'm sorry for what I said, but you know its true. Iris isn't your mother, you can like people she doesn't like," I get cut off.

"Like you?" she said looking down.

"No uh, yes. That's not the point," her lips fill mine with alcohol. She clearly has had a few drinks before coming here. She pulls away then grabs my tie and pulls me closer.

"If you want more see me at the end of the night." She whispers into my ear. She seemed unsure of her sexiness. I look into the crowd and watch her disappear. I spin back around and see Parker again.

"It wasn't her and she still isn't here." He says my eyes widen at the words he is saying. Clearly he doesn't know what I know. I get up and leave him to do his job. She clearly hasn't shown her face, something went on before this, I can tell, but where would she be. I approach the women's bathroom, and reach my hand out to open the door. I see Claire again and freak out because I wanted to get away from her.

"Why are you in here, aren't you supposed to be out there?" I ask her, two other girls clear out of the bathroom. I rest my body on the counter of the sinks. She giggles nervously,

"I'm serious why are you here?"

"I just don't like it sometimes out there you know?" she tried to change her tone.

"Why are you in here?" she asks leaning on one of the stalls.

"Looking for someone I guess." I look down.

"Oh." She says. It takes all the strength in me to walk over to her and pull her into a kiss. My hands move to the small of her back while my lips work magic. She lets out a small moan as I push us against the stall. I can tell the taste of vodka has gone away. She pulls away from me then my lips move to her neck. She laughs at the feeling,

"Harry not here someone will walk in."

"So what?" I go back to her neck.

Iris POV

I have been sitting in the V.I.P. room all by myself, I am so tired from today and I really don't want to talk to my boyfriend right now. My eyes fold as I drift into a dream...

I'm back at the studio, the place is and empty and silent. My mom appears on the lounge couch crying. I run to her and sit quickly next to her.

"Mom, hey, what's wrong?" I start to rub her arm.

"Grayson, he broke my heart," she continues to cry.

"Mom... dad's name is Stewart." I'm confused.

"No! Grayson broke my heart. Your father is gone! Let it go Iris!" she screams. My eyes fill with tears,

"Dad isn't gone he his still my dad!" I stand.

"No, Grayson is your dad honey," her voice sweetens.

"I love him, he loves me too, just not right now." Her soft hands caress my face. I'm not convinced, who is Grayson and why is she talking about love again. She loved dad and he loved her. She knows we lost dad, and it killed her to see him after it happened. I can't hear this, I pull my body from between her arms, and run towards to the exit sign. I want to wake up. I open my eyes and I am back in my bed, I can't believe that dream just happened. I question my conscious again, who is Grayson. Arms tightly wrap around my waist, my heart drops. I turn over and curly messy brown hair is still in between the sheets and the white pillows. I quickly move away realizing its Harry. My skin turns cold due to the air in my room. I wipe my face to see if the tears from my dream are still there.

"Damn you look sexy," I didn't realize he was sitting up, nor that I was pant less.

"Oh shit." I say to myself. Did I sleep with Harry? I grab some shorts that are near me. I couldn't have slept with him, I know I walked away from him that night.

"Fay what are you thinking about?" He asks. Fay... my middle name... how could he possibly know my middle name.

"This is a dream too." I say to myself. I play the trick that my conscious is playing.

"Who is Grayson?" he looks at me. He is shirtless and has tattoos all over his body.

"What?" he asks.

"Who is Grayson?!" Tears fill my eyes once again.

"No, come back to bed." He gets up and crosses the room over to me. He is breathing over me and avoiding my question. I hit my fits onto his chest and he forcefully pulls me into a hug. I do not want this... I don't like him, and he definitely does not like me.

"I want to wake up just want to wake up!" I scream myself out of the dream. Parker is at my side holding me in his arms.

"Hey your awake... calm down I'm here. Bad dreams over." He says.