〖 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐝 〗

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Maybe she was just an isolated case. Maybe he just didn't like her.

With a sigh, she rose from her sit handing the mic pack to the sound guy, thanking him before stepping away from the lighted set up to where Mar and Darcy stood in a corner of the room away from the camera crew. "I'm starving, when is lunch being delivered?" Y/n said, grabbing the water bottle Darcy handed her.

"It should be here in a minute or two," Darcy told checking her phone as she did. Y/n only nodded her head looking elsewhere while she took a long sip of water. She had tried to leave the restaurant incident behind she never brought it up even when Darcy would ask if there was something wrong because y/n would barely speak to her and well, it was Darcy. She was y/n's best friend since they were fifteen so she knew y/n too well for her to get away with pretending they were fine but y/n just didn't have the energy or desire to say what was bothering her because she knew it was stupid.

She hated not having her best friend close in such a difficult time for her but she just couldn't bring herself to talk about it or to forget about it. She felt trapped and alone and silly.

"Got a delivery for y/n l/n." a familiar voice said from the door of the room bringing y/n's attention there. From the intricate entrance of the room to the living area where the cameras and chairs were set a mope of sandy coloured curls came into view making y/n turn to her publicist and glare.

"You haven't been seen together in a week, love." Was all she managed to say before Harrison was stood right where they were.

"Hey," He greeted Darcy, obviously, opening his arms and engulfing her in a hug which Darcy accepted with a huge grin on her face that made y/n's stomach twist with a sentiment she didn't understand at all. "Mar," with a wide smile he extended his hand to Marcella, leaving y/n to be the odd one out when he just handed her the bag with food. "This is for you." without saying a word y/n took the bag, walking alone to the far dining table where she hid from everyone's view behind the huge flower arrangement.

There was a sinking feeling in her gut that made her appetite vanish, so she just sat there staring at the white paper bag that contained her lunch simultaneously thinking too many thoughts at once and none at all. She didn't want to be upset by the way he treated her it wasn't like she liked him in the slightest yet, it bugged her that everyone around her told her about how nice he was while all she had gotten from him had been absurd comments and unsolicited physical contact.

"Hey, there..." Mar's voice rang in y/n's ears, the woman's bright smile toned down just a little in a sad why that had y/n confused. "I'm sorry about that," she signalled to the spot where she left Darcy and Harrison. Y/n only shrugged looking down at her lap where her fingers fidgeted with her rings. "Um, you know ... we could shorten the time if you'd like, maybe when the press for the film ends?" it felt implausible to y/n for the press they were doing then was at least two months away from the initial premiere date and still she wasn't sure if the film would be even be released, sure the press had shifted positively on her favour but she hadn't heard anything from the studio or Adam just yet.

"I don't wanna talk about this right now, Mar." Y/n grumbled even if Marcella was speaking quietly she didn't want to discuss the topic in a room full of people.

"Right, sorry." Mar pressed her lips together and stirred in her seat. "Weren't you hungry?"

"Not anymore." Mar's frown deepened and a subtle sigh escaped her lips.

"Got room for me in here?" the director appeared with a pair of cardboard containers in her hands and a huge smile on her face. Gladly y/n nodded a weak smile tugging at the corners of her lips as she moved her focus to the older woman. "Is that handsome fella your new boy?" She asked as she unboxed her lunch consisting of a pressed sandwich and a big salad.

"Um, yeah." her smile faltered.

"Nice. What does he do for a living?" She stuffed a forkful of leaves into her mouth.

"He's an actor too."

"No way!? Anything I might know him from?" Y/n's head blanked, the only thing she knew was that he was an actor but she didn't know what he had been in and it was probably basic information that she should know about her so-called boyfriend. The director stared at her as she chewed in her food, eyes expectant making y/n panic slightly.

"Hey, darling. You haven't eaten." Harrison's figure came unexpectedly settling behind her. His hands came to rest on the backrest of the chair taking her by surprise that he refrained from touching her.

"Uh- i-i'm not hungry." She forced herself to say but her back had become so stiff it hurt. She felt his hands slip further down the chair until they ended up on the armrests, consequently leaving his chest almost touching the back of her head. His fragrance invading her senses causing her brain to command her lungs to inhale as deeply as she could filing them with woody notes that nearly made her sigh. She eyed the director and the expectant look on her face still remained intact. "Um, Aimee, this is uh... Harrison. Harrison this is Aimee Cook, the director of the film."

Harrison's hand lifted to shake Aimee's extended one, his arm in front of her forcing y/n to rest her head on the blonde's chest. "Lovely to meet you." He said, the way she felt the resonance of his voice rumbling on his chest and throat making her hyper-aware of how close they were.

He kept speaking to Aimee after they shook hands, answering her questions about what he had been in far better than y/n ever could. He stayed stood behind her the whole time forcing y/n to hunch and almost curl into her seat just to avoid being too close to him again. 

She felt trapped in that room. In the conversation that didn't have a place for her anymore. Between his arms.

 Between his arms

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: a.n : late update! i just didn't wanna miss another Friday update, so better late than ever they say. anyways, hope you like this chapter, please leave a comment and vote so I know how you're liking the series ♡


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