Part of the Act ✧ L.S.

01

It was a Tuesday morning when Harry awoke to a cell phone call from his agent, Ben. The man could only roll his eyes as he sighed and reached for his phone.

"Hello?"

"Harry, are you out of bed yet?"

"No," The man breathed, his fist rubbed the sleep out of his eyes.

"Get dressed. Your driver's out front."

With that, the line went dead and Harry cursed himself mentally for sleeping in so late.

However, duty calls. He quickly got out of bed and padded over to his closet where he threw on some clothes that he was sure he'd wore 2 weeks ago but they didn't smell peculiar so he wore them anyhow.

He brushed his teeth, slipped on his Chelsea boots and grabbed his keys.

This day better go by fast.

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The ride seemed to be tedious or maybe it was the anticipation. Harry always got nervous when it came to roles because although he's got more money than he knows what to do with, letting down his team was damn near the worst thing he could do next to a rape scandal.

Not getting this part could very well mean the end of his career.

Ok, so maybe not literally but it sure felt like that! Ben always chewed his ass out whenever he failed to land a role and he could not sit through another hour long lecture.

"Harry, you have an image to uphold."

"Harry, your career is on the line here."

"Harry, you can't call people pricks just because they don't like Gucci."

It was always Harry, Harry, Harry. It wasn't his fault he's surrounded by incompetent morons!

He quickly learned in this field of work that if you want something done, you're gonna have to do it yourself or pay the director in whatever he, she or, they desire.

Other than that, though, he was kind of thrilled to be back in the acting game. Especially since he could be kissing a potentially hot piece of ass every other day!

... Not that Harry wants a relationship because he certainly doesn't. Not after what happened when he was in that band.

Not after Louis.

Louis's gone, Harry. Stop thinking about him!

Louis Tomlinson. The very man who stole six years of Harry's life that he couldn't ever retrieve.

They were in a committed relationship, actually. Louis was Harry's first everything. First kiss, first time, first person he'd ever fallen truly, madly, deeply in love with.

But it was hopeless from the start.

The man sighed as he stared out of the window. Beads of rain cascaded down the glass, one drop racing after the other like two children playing tag.

Louis's in the past and Harry can't think of him anymore. He won't think of him anymore.

Thinking of him never did Harry any good. All it ever did was bring back unwanted feelings, yearning feelings and truth be told, Harry was happier now without that.

The car slowed to a stop and Harry couldn't help but feel his breath catch in his throat. Everything in his career has leaded up to this moment and it could all go completely to shit from here.

The driver opens his door, offering an umbrella in his free hand. Harry graciously takes it, murmuring a small 'thank you' before his eyes trail up to the building before him.

Don't fuck this up.

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hi hi hi !! so lots has changed since i've touched this story. i recently logged back into this account and found this in my drafts so i decided to tweak it and publish because why the hell not ?

anywho, i just wanted to say that i now go by j and my pronouns are she/they so hopefully that isn't too complicated.

for a long time i identified as male but lots of things have transpired since then and i don't feel the same way i used to about certain things because life experiences and shit. buuuut enough ab me, i'd like to know how you guys are !

tell me ab urself in the comments and i'll update u guys soon w more juicy content (;

BIG LOVE !! x

- j