A Coincidence||Fionn Whitehead

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A/n- HAPPY BIRTHDAY HARRY!! ❤️ 1/02/2018

It was getting later into the evening and the cast were still shooting on a destroyer. To make it more dark inside they decided to do a late shoot which involved a lot of bread and a lot of jam. Dotty's nose scrunched up in disgust every time she saw Harry and Fionn chewing and swallowing the jam, one of her hates, unless in a cake of doughnut. She found it quite amusing to watch them eating on each take and not know about the spit bucket that was being passed around between extras.

However, what wasn't amusing was the fact that Dotty was in charge of holding the bucket whilst they were filming. The mush of jams and bread splattered in the bottoms of the bucket. She was sure from the amount of times she had gagged in the hour, that she would be adding sick to the disgusting muck in the bucket. Holding it an arms length away, she held a hand to her mouth trying to stop herself from making any noises during a take. As soon as her father announced that the take was over she immediately thrusted the bucket to an extra and grasped a bottle of water chugging it down like there was a shortage and she wouldn't be able to drink from hours. Whilst having make re-applied, Dotty caught Harry's eye who nodded towards Fionn and raised his brows.

Dotty shook her head, "no." She mouthed.

He looked at her with an unreadable expression, but also motioned for her to stay still whilst his makeup was finished. One finished, he squeezed through the crowd towards her. "You're not going to tell him?" He asked her, his hands on her shoulders.

"I don't know. I just, I dunno, does it really matter?" She sighed.

Harry studied her face for a swift moment, "You're scared...Why?"

"I-just don't worry about it. By the way, you do realise there is a spot bucket, right"

Harry blinked repeatedly, "I'm sorry? What?"

The girl guffawed at his expression which meant many eyes landed on the pair. She blushed awkwardly, rubbing her arm as heat rose to her pale cheeks. "I take it you didn't. Yeah, it's being passed around and when filming, I have the uttermost pleasure of holding the crap."

Harry whines and placed his damp head on her shoulder, soaking her shirt. "Why didn't you tell us? I am all jammy and bread-y on the inside."

She slowly and uneasily patted his back, "I thought you knew and chose not too."

"Why would I?" He lifted his head and and poked her stomach. "This is abuse, Spotty."

"My name is Dotty."

"I know."

Chris called for another take so the pair bade each other a 'see you in a bit', the young woman watched as he weaved through the traffic and joined Fionn once more. She watched his lips move and Fionn's head turn sharply in the direction of Dotty. He gave her an upset look and held his hand to the right of his chest. Dotty chuckled to herself and pointed to the left of her chest, and Fionn embarrassingly changed where his hand rested. She waved at the two boys and pretended to eat causing them to make a face of discomfort.

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"So they didn't know about the spit bucket?" Asked Tom running a hand through his hair as the wind swept through it.

Dotty shook her head biting into a chicken wrap, "Nah." She pushed the sand which was under Get feet away as her legs stretched out. "And I wish I didn't. I had to hold it."

"Nasty." Barry commented. "I bet that was a delightful sight."

"I'll go get it if you want." She suggested but Fionn stopped her, wrapping his arms around her waist.

He pulled her back down into his lap, "No you won't."

"Get off me, dork." She laughed trying to worm out of his arms but his grip only tightened. He was still damp from being soaked before filming. "It's going to look like I have wet myself."

"You should wear a nappy then." Fionn replied shaking his head, water spraying everywhere.

"Oi!" Cried Harry, "watch it Whitehead."

"Oh hush, Styles."

Dotty continued to get out of Fionn's arms but there was no denying that, even damp, he was very warm and his hold was comforting. He was like a big bear, but still quite awkward. The young woman and he were very much alike, both awkward, private and very likeable. "Please can I get up, before I actually do wet myself."

"You need the toilet?" Asked Fionn quietly. She nodded and instantly his arms were off of her and she was up. Yup, her dungarees were soaked. She glanced down and shook her head, rolling her eyes at it. "Off you go then." Fionn waved her off, jestingly. Dotty stumbled away flipping him off as she ran towards the port-a-loo, doing her business, washing her hands and returning to the guys.

"This is going to take ages to dry." She stated looking at Fionn who was the reason for it. He smiled sheepishly causing Dotty to bite the inside of her cheek. "Actually, can I talk to you? Erm, you know, just us?"h

Fionn agreed pushing his self up and brushing the sand from his trousers following Dotty, a little away from the group. "What's up?"

"Why'd you do it?"