ambience [h.s]

CHAPTER 3.

Today is the auditions for Chloe, the lead female. I sit in the same spot as yesterday. Anne is on my right and Phillip is next to her. Many others are in the room, and I need to learn their names because I don't know any. The first girl walks in with Sheri escorting her. She has long red hair. Redheads are crazy, no way will I have one in my movie. She reads the lines and does okay. But I am not looking for okay. Seven more okays pass through. The eighth is more than okay. She sends a good vibe through the room. She is stunning with her dark eyes and light hair. Her name is Kylie. 

“Like the Jenner.” I mumble. I feel eyes on me everywhere. 

“No. I’m not Kylie Jenner.” She says, as though she honestly believed I am confused about her identity. What a moron, I roll my eyes. 

“Oh my gosh really? You look JUST like her! I am so sorry!” I can’t help my sarcasm. It’s my second language. The girl looks so confused I have to strain myself not to laugh. 

“I smell sarcasm.” A deep slow voice says from the corner. Harry. He must have slipped in during the last audition. 

“Th-“ I turn to look at him and he is wearing a bandana. Holy fucking shit. “Pick your nose if thats what you think you're smelling.” Is that what I was going to say? I don't know. The bandana pushes back his curling hair casually and shit, he’s sexy. My subconscious tells me to cool it. I can feel the heat running up my face. Harry chuckles. He hands his mother a coffee and continues drinking his. 

“You-You are Harry Styles.” Kylie squeals. Good observation. Harry smiles a blinding smile. I groan and slam my head on the table. He flashes me a grin and a wink while he signs some shit for her, takes a pic, and says something to a camera that she is holding. I roll my eyes and he hugs her. 

“She isn't smart enough.” I whisper to Anne. Anne is smiling looking at her son and Kylie. She didn't hear me. I poke her shoulder. “Anne!” She looks over, startled. 

“Yes, darling?” Anne smiles. 

“She isn't smart enough for the character, or to learn lines. Her resumé says she has only ever been in a few plays.” I say holding up Kylie’s beautiful headshot and resumé. 

“But isn't she just adorable with Harry!” Anne squeals. I scrunch my nose. But I remind myself that I shouldn't care.

“Sure, I can maybe see her playing a classmate of Chloe, but not her exactly.” I explain. Anne nods, but her eyes are on her son. I hold back a scream. 

“Wrap it up Harry.” Phillip says, although he is smiling too. Harry nods and hugs Kylie one more time. Anne delivers her opinion to Phillip and then asks Kylie more questions. Harry sits back in the corner again. I see Sheri staring at him. I roll my eyes as she lets Kylie out. There are so many girls that come and go for the next three hours. I have seen so many faces, so many good ones too, far more than the boys. Finally its lunch break though. I use Diana and I’s car to drive to Panera. The bells jingle as I walk in. I probably look like shit. In LA, everybody looks like a movie star everyday. I feel so out of place here in this society. I sigh, this is nothing new. I am currently wearing yoga pants and a huge t-shirt. My shoes are Nike free runs. My hair is in a ratty bun. My face is makeup free. Joy, people are staring. It's not for a few moments that I realize they are not staring at me, but something behind me. I turn to see that I am face to face with Harry. 

“Hello Harold.” I growl. 

“Hello grumpy.” He replies casually. I narrow my eyes and spin on my heel. 

“What are you doing here?” I ask cautiously as we make our way to the counter. 

“I wanted to talk to you about the movie.” He says stepping up to the lady and smiling. She smiles widely at him. He orders and signs something for her, while she takes a selfie. I roll my eyes and order next. While we look for a table, I try to continue the conversation, curious about what he has to say.