A Little Mixed Up || l.s.

Six - The Call

"No! No no no. That's not going to work. You're next to a raptor, Vincent. You can't just flinch. You're terrified and you are astonished all at the same time." Harry spoke and stood from his chair, walking over to them. "Omar, you're doing great. Keep that up. Great expressions, I can read everything off your face that I need and its brilliant. You're really getting into your character. You're Barry and I love it. Great work. Vincent. You're not Vincent anymore. You're Hoskins. Okay? No more Vincent. We don't know who that is, okay? Be Hoskins. Now.. Show me how you can he scared and excited at the same time."

The man, Vincent, nodded and then did a small stumbling motion back with his hands held up. Harry shook his head.

"No. No that's your actions. I don't need actions. I need expressions. I need character. I need the emotion, not the action. Okay? Again."

In filming, its easier to do the ending before they go to the beginning. That's how every movie was filmed. It gets filmed backwards. They were just finished with the large ending and they were at the scene where Hoskins first gets to meet and tries to touch the Raptors. He did great emotionally those last few scenes but he just seemed a bit off at this scene and Harry honestly wasn't sure why.

Before they could do anything else, there was a calling of his name and Harry glanced over from where he stood on set. People knew not to mess with him in his directors chair but if he was up, it was free game.

"Mr. Styles? You've got a phone call on line one." The females voice spoke and Harry frowned.

"Tell them I'm busy."

"I really think you want to take this one, sir."

Harry groaned. Then he glanced around. "Take five." He stated before moving to go off set and went to the nearest phone he could pick up. When he did, he clicked the line number one and then held the phone to his ear. "Styles. How can I help you?"

"Harry Styles?" A female voice asked and Harry frowned.

"Yes ma'am. Harry Styles. Again, how may I be as of assistance?" He spoke. He wasn't expecting any phone calls. Well... Not that he really remembered anyways.

"Yes. This is Jillian from the adoption agency. You had sent in an adoption form a month ago and I'm here to let you know we have a follow up appointment for you to come in for an assessment."

Shit.

Shit.

Okay. He was expecting a phone call. That was over a month ago and he thought the process took a lot longer to get a consolation. He decided at that time that maybe he would want more than just animals. The ones he has are doing more than alright and they have a simple system down for a daily basis. It was going great and Harry overcame his fear of protecting a child of his own. Being able to raise an actual human being rather than another animal.

"Harry?"

"Yes! Yes, I'm here. I'm.. Wow. Yeah. That sounds great!" Harry finally spoke up once more and just reached a hand up to nervously chew on his nails.

"Great. So, we have you scheduled down for this Thursday at three in the afternoon. Building three. Scheduled with the adoption counselor Louis Tomlinson. Does that sound good?"

Harry nodded eagerly before he realized that no, this lady couldn't in fact see him at all.

"Yes! Yeah, that sounds great. Louis Tomlinson, building three, Thursday at three in the afternoon. Noted. I'll be there. Most definitely. Thank you so much for this." He babbled out, the lady over the phone just giving a small laugh.

"Of course, Mr. Styles. We look forward to helping you got your own little bundle of joy. Thank you for your application. Have a lovely day."

And just like that, there was the sound of the dial tone and Harry shakily hung up his own phone. It took about three seconds of silence before he started to shout happily.