ambience [h.s]

CHAPTER 2.

I have never been to an audition before. I had left my hair down, too lazy to do anything, and worn yoga pants and a normal t shirt. The ones today were for the male lead in my movie. Holy fuck, my movie. I smile to myself. The two casting directors names were Phillip and Anne. Both were in their late forties. The first guy who walks in is a short fat boy who looks around fourteen. No, definitely not. I shake my head at Anne and she nods agreeing. They deal with telling him to leave, he looks upset, and I look away. I was usually a bitch, but good moods fuck me up. It’s so annoying. The next few are the same, ugly and too young. This is boring me and about to ruin my good mood. There was only one who was okay, but he was stupid, and I pictured my lead male smart, and cunning. 

“What time do auditions end?” I ask Phillip. He laughs before replying. 

“8:30.” I hold in a groan. It was 8:00, IN THE MORNING. I know I could leave, but it feels wrong too. And we get breaks so it can’t be that bad. Sheri, the assistant opens the door for the next audition. My eyes widen. My breath catches, it’s Bradley fucking Cooper. He was hotter in person. His eyes are bluer than any lake and ocean I’ve ever seen, and I could get lost in them. It took everything I had not too scream or tackle him. 

“I’m Bradley Cooper.” 

“I kno-we know.” I stutter. This was the first audition I had talked to the people. I blush fiercely, scolding myself internally. He smiles a bright smile, his white teeth nearly blinding me. Anne and Phillip chuckle. 

“I am guessing you are here for the part of Adrien?” Anne asks. I snap my eyes away and try to look professional by folding my hands on the table and straightening up. He notices and laughs. His audition goes well, but he is too old, and slightly bearded. I shake my head at Anne and voice my opinion. Phillip agrees but Anne isn't sure. She writes some things down. After the next few nobodies, we have one more till lunch break. Sheri leaves with her clipboard. 

“I am starved.” I mumble. 

“I have never met a more interactive director.” Phillip says with a smile. 

“I have never seen a nineteen year old female director.” Anne laughs. Phillip nods as Sheri comes in. The boy who follows her is simply hot. He has a mop of brown curls, and jade green eyes, and tan skin. I get thrown off when I recognize who he is. It’s Harry Styles-my words catch in my throat. I don't even remember what I was going to say because his emerald stare is so intense. 

“Hello. I am Harry Styles.” Harry Styles… I rack my brain trying to think of everything I know about him. He has been acting since he was very small. I have seen many movies with him, because of his early start in the film industry after his hit show This is Us. But that's all I know. 

“Harry! What are you doing here?” Anne says, the surprise evident in her voice, considering it goes up an entire pitch.

“Surprise!” He throws up his hands. 

“Surprise?” I ask, I've always been bad at thinking before I speak. Harry raises his eyebrows. 

“Is this the female lead in the movie here to rehearse my lines with me?” He directs his question at Anne, not me. Which is annoying but I let his bitch move slide. 

“No, I’m the director of the movie you're auditioning for. Right now.” I say, sitting up. Anne smiles. 

“Harry is my son, and I was just unaware he was coming. He didn't tell me.”

“I’m twenty, mom. Legally, I don't have too.” I hold back a laugh. Wish I could've told my mom that when we were… having trouble. 

“I still don’t believe that that little girl is the director of the movie that is supposed to be a game changer.”

“My name is Rose, not little girl, but good guess.” I huff. Harry chuckles. I hold back a couple of insults, ranging from annoying to dick. Whoops, my normal self is coming back, and I take a minute to let my brain settle back into my mood. 

“Just begin.” Phillip says, trying to conceal a smile. He doesn't fool me, and I shoot him a glare. This makes Phillips smile fade slightly, but Harry bursts out laughing. I turn my glare to him, trying not to focus it on his fucking dimples. He straightens up and clears his throat. Anne begins to read the lines of the male leads female friend, with whom he eventually falls in love with. 

“Shit. My life is shit.” Anne reads, without much emotion. 

“Shh, don’t say that.” Harry’s voice is quiet, yet loud, and his expression extremely soft and comforting. The scene goes on with Harry’s role comforting Anne’s a little more, then them talking shit on others to make her feel better. As much as it irks me to say it, Harry is kind of amazing. After the scene is finished he bows like a cocky son of a bitch. 

“Well done, Harold.” Phillip says as he nods and takes notes. I snort. Harry lowers his eyebrows. 

“What?” He asks.

“Nothing Harold.” I reply. His eyebrows dig deeper. Anne smiles and shakes her head. 

“We will call you after discussion to see if you are right for the part.” Phillip says giving me an annoying, patronizing glare. Harry says thanks and leaves. More come and go but my mind is set on that curly-haired asshole.  

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hooray chapter dos. 

so they just met but i can feeling them mentally having sex. only kidding. but they should. jk that's porn. kind of. 

anyway harry and roses ship name is hose. js. 

out bitches,

-sage