Choose Your Own Direction - Harry Styles

Later

You could faintly hear someone approaching as you sat curled up in a ball. 

" Yeah I know mate...It's actually a really good film...and the publicity is cool too...yeah..." 

It sounded like somebody on the phone. And they were approaching quickly. You sniffed, swiping at your nose with the back of your hand. 

" Yeah I know...wait hold on a sec mate. Are you okay?" 

You waited a second, daring to look up. You quickly hid your face into your arms again. Of all people!

" I'll uh...call you back." 

You could feel him sit next to you, his scent surrounding you. 

" You're (y/n) right? I uh...are you okay?" 

You lifted your head, trying to wipe away your tears quickly. " I-I'm fine. Just practicing." You laugh, but you begin choking, and more tears flowed. 

" What's wrong?" He grabbed your hand, massaging it between his big hands. 

You shake your head. " I don't know." You sniff. You really weren't sure why you were crying. Everything was going so well. 

" Maybe you're just stressed." He offered. His emerald eyes offered some comfort. " I know I'd be."

" Yeah that's it." You nodded. It had to be. You've been working non stop. If you weren't acting, you were a waitress at any place you needed to be. This was your first big role, with some semi famous actors. And working with some of them...was not as much as a pleasure as you thought it would be. But now you're here,  broken down in front of a boy that you'd once thought was untouchable. It must have all just caught up to you.

" Come on. Let's go for a walk." He stood up, holding his hand out to you. 

Go on the walk > Walk

Go back to the movie > Movie