ambience [h.s]

CHAPTER 12.

My head is pounding. When I wake up my head is pounding so hard my eyes begin too water. I can’t think. I groan and struggle out of bed. As soon as the covers are off my body the coldness hits me. Ugh. I look down to see that I am only in a lace black bra and matching underwear. I drag my feet to my closet, my eyes still half closed and my head still ringing with pain. I pull out my fuzzy pajamas and an old shirt and make my way to the kitchen. Diana is already dressed and making coffee.

“Good morning sunshine.” Her cheerful voice making my head hurt. I groan in response. She hands me more advil and water and I chug it fast. 

“Do you remember last night?” I have to think about her question. I remember seeing Harry, I remember seeing him kissing someone. They were more than kissing. I remember that. I remember Justin’s lips against my own, I remember his hips grinding against mine, I remember Harry calling out for me and seeing me with Justin. I remember hurting. That’s it, that’s all I remember. 

“Yes.” 

“When will you tell me what happened?” She asks, her eyes begging me to tell. I can't until I know what I was feeling. 

“After work. We have to meet the editors and present and talk to them, then we have to give the scripts out.” I repeat what I saw on the email she sent me. She smiles.

“You studied.” She jokes. 

“Why of course I did.” For a moment, my head doesn't hurt, the pounding has died down greatly and my thoughts are organized. “I’m going to go get ready.” I take the water and walk back to the bedroom. I throw on jeans and a cute band muscle tee with a flannel. I head to the bathroom and gasp when I see my face. My eyes are bloodshot and red, with light circles under them. I cover them up with concealer and apply light mascara. This helps, but the red is still there. I run back to the room and grab my ray bans out of my purse. I sigh in relief. It looks much better considering you can’t see my eyes anymore. When I stride back into the kitchen I discover Diana holding up my favorite Starbucks drink in one hand, and her keys in the other. I hug her and tell her I love her and that she is my best friend. She just rolls her eyes and we go to the car. 

When we get the LA movie headquarters, I rehearse my presentation part in my head. When we walk into the room, there are three guy editors and the rest are girls. I smile and begin. 

After the presentation, anyone else working on the film joins the room. Some I have yet to meet, like small roles and other crew members. Mr. Filcock is here, and so is Harry. Harry looks like I do, hungover. He glances at me and I quickly look away and begin talking about the script. I feel his eyes burning into my soul the entire time. Diana is putting the puzzle together inside her head as she watches Harry and I, I know she is. After everything is passed out I tell everyone I have to go make a few more copies of the costume sheet. I turn and walk out the door, I let out a breath I was holding in. I suck it right back in when I feel somebody grab my wrist. I whip around to find Harry holding onto me with his emerald eyes looking into mine. 

“Let go.” I grit my teeth. 

“Look, last night, I’m sorry you saw that.” God, he thinks I am mad just cause I had to witness it. 

“Me too.” I growl and yank my wrist from his grip. I continue walking toward the room that contains the copy machine. He follows me.

“So you and Justin then?” He surprises me by asking. 

“No, well, I don't know. We were drunk and just dancing; although, he is good with his body. Oh! And his mouth.” I remember the way his hips moved swiftly against mine, I remember the way his tongue whipped across my bottom lip. Harry grunts.