We'll Never Be The Same

Chapter 10- A New Interest

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We were done eating and got out of the restaurant. We walked silently to Harry's car, him falling a little behind me. Because of my self-consciousness, that I could feel Harry eyeing me, I made sure to add some extra swing in my hips. Maybe it was an effect of being a celebrity, trying to be perfect to meet the expectations of people. It was hard. 

Harry opened the car door for me, making me feel special. Wait not special, fragile. It seems like he treasures me, Like I'm a delicate piece of art. The ride home was utterly quiet, because there was nothing much to talk about. Once we got home, I said a quick goodbye to Harry, and then he left. Maybe he was trying to process the story I told him. I was exhuasted after the 'event' or any other different adjectives synonyms with drama. I took all my clothing's off once I got inside my bedroom. I wanted to have a nice, warm shower that will create the magic of sleep. While i was under the shower, I closed my eyes and just thought about Harry reactions awhile ago. The look of concern in his eyes, he was sympathetic over me. it was like he knew the feeling. Could it be, he also might have experienced it? Maybe.

After the warm bath, I was able to find time to read a book called the fault in our stars. It's message to me was, not all love affairs have to be perfect. But all kinds of love was hurtful. Everything. Every kind of love might, might resort to hurt. It can destroy you. I drifted off to sleep when I completed the nicely written book.

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Today is the day we continued shooting. It was the same routine. Wake up in the morning, buy coffe, go to the set, get ready, then review your script, wait for the whole cast and director. 

I was reading a magazine when Zayn came, the director bombarded him with questions about why he was late, and his reason was 'I slept in'.

Now that my 'leading man' is present, we can start with shooting.

At the beach were they met,

"How many days are you going to be in america?" Asked Juliette. As part of her script.

"A week." Zayn replied for his character.

"How is this going to work out? We can't handle long distance?" 

"We can manage. I promise never to forget you." Zayn replied.

Who the hell wrote this script? Is it connected with my past? I argued inside my mind.

"We can't! We better forget about each other before you leave." As my 'movie character' have said. I swear my life is like a movie.

"Please, stay with me, please. I want to spend the rest of my life with you. Please."

"Zayn, please stop." Oh no, I said his name while we were recording! Oh God I messed up. The director is ganno kill me!

"CUT!!!!" The director shouted. "What is wrong with you Juliette? You were close to tears, there was no crying part written on the script!!" He was right. Now there were tears on my cheeks. I wiped it away. 

"I just remembered my family. I must have misread the script and thought I was supposed to cry. Sorry." I replied to cover my embarassing, epic failure.

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We had to do the scene again where I messed up. It took another few hours before were done with six scenes this day. It was time to go home.

"Juliette, is something wrong?" said the voice from the body leaned on the door frame of my dressing room. It was Zayn.

"Oh nothing. Just misread the script." My heart is pumping so fast right now. My chest might explode.

"No Juliette. Something is wrong. Is it me?"

"No Zayn, you have nothing to do with it..." Which is a lie. All of it has something to do with him. I'm such a liar.

"Hey Juliette, I'm always here. Tell me if something is wrong." With that, he left. 

I guess I wasn't only the great liar. He was never there.

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I was at home. Alone. With no one. I'm so scared. I decided to get food. A horror movie was playing on the t.v. What a coincidence... Right?

I decided to go upstairs and read. My balcony door was open, with wind gushing through. It was cold outside. I quickly shut the door leading to the balcony. Now I was really scared. I didn't leace the door open. One of my books, fell on the floor. The only book on my desk, fell. There was someone in my house. Someone or something. I was about to call anyone for help on the phone, but the lights went out.

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Cliffhanger!!! :D Who could it be? :D:D:D 

You're super free to guess on the comments :D