We'll Never Be The Same

Chapter 22- Alone, Again.

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We filmed more scenes until it was dusk. The set was really busy, scurrying crew all over the place. It was chaos. We had a goal of at least 25 scenes to be filmed today. It's gonna be exhausting. Annie was out and about the city, trying to find something for me to eat. I feel bad for making her get my food, but the director said I can't leave the set. There was no dialogue between Zayn and I. I don't know if I was supposed to be relieved or worried, but my subconcious quietly said,  you are worried, Juliette.

My subconcious always have to ruin or make me feel about something. I don't know why Zayn wasn't speaking to me, but he only talks to me whenever the cameras are rolling. Is work really all he want's and he doesn't want anything to do with me? What am I thinking, of course he doesn't want anything to do with me. My make-up artist was currently putting on some new lip gloss to replace my faded ones the previous scene. I was really distracted, my mind scattered all over my head as I tried to figure out answers to my questions. A hand waved infront of me.

"Juliette, earth calling." Kirt said. Kirt is my make-up artist, he was pretty much the only person who can touch my face. They say 'your face is too delicate' so Kirt is the only person who can touch it. I'm not vain, not at all, but I still do care about my appearance, so I don't do anything to my face, except wash it.

"Sorry. I was memorizing my lines." I lied. The truth is, I was thinking about Zayn. Stop it Juliette! My subconcious scolded. I had an internal battle, exchanging foul words with my subconcious. I must be going insane.

After a few more takes, the sun was now nowhere in sight, the temperature dropping a few more degrees again. The director decided to stop, he said he was satisfied with the scenes we filmed, and the sun was one of the most important factors in the next scene, so he wrapped it all up.

My muscles were sore once I got inside my dressing room, I was tired too, my eyelids dropping, threatening to close anytime. I located the couch at the far end of the room, and dropped my whole body, not caring that I'm still in my costume. I know we aren't allowed to sleep inside the set, but I'll just take a nap. Nothing could go wrong, right?

I drifted off to a dreamless sleep, the couch a little uncomfortable, but it'll do, for now. I kept tossing and turning, nothing stopping me from taking a nap.

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My nap turned out to be two hours straight, just naping on the couch. I shook my head, pulled on the clips that kept my hair on an up do, my blonde hair cascading down my shoulder. I ran my hand through my hair, combing it with my hands. My head hurts because of the tightness of the clips on my head. They said no was hair was to be out of place, so they tightened the clips to the point it hurts. 

I stood up from the couch, looked at my reflection in the mirror, and hunted my casual clothes. I literally hunted for my clothes, looked under the couch, inside the drawers of the vanity table, I even looked inside the mini refrigerator.

Where is it?

I opened the door leading to the hallway, the light of the moon my only source of light. They left me? I'm the only person on set? My phone was inside my clothes, so I can't call anyone without finding my clothes first. I opened every door I can find on the hallway. The last door has Zayn's name engraved on the door, lights beside it, making the name much more readable. I took a deep breath, and gently opened the door. I opened it fully to see Zayn, sleeping on the couch.

I think they left the two main leads, alone, in the set. How dare they!!!

I approached the couch, slowly, making sure I don't step anything, trying hard to not make a sound. I noticed that Zayn was shirtless, his stomach laying on the couch, so his back was facing the ceiling. I can't blame him that he decided to take off the costume, it was really stuffy, and humid inside the costumes.