Makeup Make out

Chapter two

I walk onto the set of the crown and talk to the producers. They are such incredible people. They sat me down and went through more looks that they were thinking of for the charachter and it got me so excited about starting. "What's your name again?" They asked.

"Lila.. Lila is my name" I nervously said.

"Great well we've seen your work and we just thought you were excellently suited. We've asked Helena to come in today, so maybe you could discuss together what works best for you? Try a few looks on her before we start. A trial run" he said.

"T-today?" I stutter, he wants me to meet her today. I wasn't expecting that. I instantly start touching my hair and brushing it to the side with my hands. God my hands are sweating already. I put them under the desk onto my lap.

"Yes?" The producer said noticing the girls behaviour. "Is that alright?" He asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Yes! No of course!" I stutter and pick something off his desk just out of nerves but then throw it down again when I realised I shouldn't be touching things off his desk, he laughs at me quietly and I instantly go red. " sorry." I say awkwardly.

"Don't be. She'll be just a half hour. So if you want to go in her trailer. She'll be there soon." He said. I nod. "Her trailer is right there.." he directs, "her names on the door anyway so you'll see" he said. I nod and walk down to the trailer door.

I walk in and her trailer is so intriguing. There are pillows.. everywhere. A chair with a pile of her fabulous coats just laying there even though she has a massive wardrobe. And then I walk over to the see the makeup desk. With a large mirror in front of it.

She isn't going to be here for a half an hour and I'm so thirsty. So I leave the trailer and walk down the street to the coffee shop. I sit down with my cappuccino and immediately see a familiar face. Helena. She's sat drinking tea with a croissant. This is so fucking weird. Do I talk? Do I go up and say something. I don't know if that seems pushy. No it's fine I should just go on with my day. We don't have to work for another fifteen minutes, we can meet then, this isn't an appropriate place. Surely I would seem like some annoying fan if I did. Maybe I should-

"Sorry?" She taps my shoulder. All these thoughts I had came to a halt as I didn't have to talk to her, she spoke to me. And suddenly all the unprofessional thoughts left my head. She looks at me "You don't happen to have the time?" She asked. I bit my tongue not to immediately panic. She's standing right in front of me, this is not how I planned to meet her.

"It's 10:15" I answer.

"Thanks darlin.." she said and went to lean back into her seat. I go to say something but stop. Should I? Fuck it.
"Why do you have somewhere to be?" I ask. Shit that sounded so forceful didn't it. I cringe at myself internally and look for her reaction.

"Oh..Yes actually I have to meet some makeup artist.." she says. I laugh internally some makeup artist. "I'm-" she stops. I can tell she thinks I don't know who she is. "It's just for work." She says. She dosent want to say she's a celebrity. Understandable. "Honestly I'm so tired.. I've been up all night and I don't feel like going in. I hope he or she does not expect much enthusiasm from me." She laughed rubbing her eye.

I laugh awkwardly. "Don't worry I'll try keep my expectations down..." I smirk. Her eyebrows furrow in confusion at first and then she drops her head in realisation.
"Oh my god I feel like such an idiot." She holds her hands in her face. "I'm so embarrassed! It's you??" She says. "So you do know who I am" she said,

"Yes" I laugh. "I do. I'm Lila by the way.. sorry for keeping you awake!" I joke.

"Oh Lila stop! I'm mortified!" She said. "I swear it's nothing personal, I am just.. tired. Hence why I came in here for a coffee" she said. "Did they ask you to come in this early or?" She looks at me.

"Yeah, Peter asked me to come in, but then he said I could wait in your trailer for you, but once I set up the makeup I felt weird just hanging there. So I came out here. I didn't expect you to be here obviously!" I laugh.

"Yeah.." Helena laughed. "Here I am.." She says and looks down pondering for a moment, "look you wanna hang back at my house? You can even try some looks there if you want, I just cannot be arsed going into my trailer if I'm being honest," she said,

I literally hate myself right now. I'm so underdressed. And my hair is thrown into a messy bun. God knows why I didn't do more when I was meeting Peter Morgan. "Yeah.. that be great. Just let me run into your trailer real quick." I say.

"Perfect. I'll probably be finished this by the time you come back.." she said, "also, if you run into Peter don't tell him we're doing this-" Helena said. I laugh and nod. I run back down to the trailer and began to grab the stuff I brought and put it back into my bag. I can't believe I'm actually going back to her house. She's so casual. I wasn't expecting her to be this.. welcoming.
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I walk into helenas house and I'm in awe. It's not how I expected it to be for some reason. It's so homey. Wooden chairs.. tables, green curtains. Pink cushions everywhere. It was beautiful. "Have a seat darling, I'll make tea." She said.

"Thank you.." I smile awkwardly. I'm fumbling with myself I don't know what to do. She puts the teacup out in front of me and sits down also. "So, Lila isn't it. I suppose we better get to know each other since we are going to be with each other for 5am gruelling getups. This is me at 11:45am..." she smirked. "Wait til the 5am ones"

I laugh. "Right.." I laugh and Helena bursts into laughter. I look at her with my eyebrows raised. "What?" I laugh.

"Sorry I'm rude.." she says. "So you're Irish?" She says.

"God was it that obvious?" I smile.

"Just a tad. What you doing over here? I know makeup, but how did you get here?" She asked.

"Well I moved here when I was nineteen.."

"Jesus so young!" Helena said. "How old are you now??" She said with wide eyes sipping her tea.

"I'm twenty two, I've been here a bit now.."

"You come here on your own?" She said cocking her head to the side putting down her cup onto the saucer.

"Yeah, I did" I smile sheepishly putting my hands down on my lap. She smiles. I'd love to know what she genuinely thinks of me. I mean she just invited me to her house. I thought this would've been more professional. But I'm glad it's not. It puts me more at ease. Even though I still don't seem to be at ease. I snap back into thought when I see her looking at me.

"That must have been scary, nineteen is still a baby. My Billy is only fifteen.. if someone told me he'd move away to a different country in three years I'd have a stroke!" She said expressionately.

I laugh. "My parents don't mind, they're good that way.." I say but then I realise that sounds like I'm saying she's not good. "Not that you're not..you'd- I don't mean it like that-"

"Oh You're fine darlin" she smiled. "If I got offended that easy I wouldn't have joined this business." She said. "Go on?"

"No but, I wasn't on my own for long, I met James then.. and he moved in.. and yeah. Three years together now." I say.

"Wow" she said. "Well hats off you to for having to balls to actually go-" she said. "I can't imagine." She said. She stared intrinsically at me, almost like trying to understand me. A strange feeling emerged in the pit of my feeling. I have since forgotten I was speaking to a celebrity. She was no natural to talk to. But now it had gotten so so quiet.

There was a knock at the door and Helena stood up to answer it. "Oh.." she said with a frown. Which means she clearly isn't expecting anyone. She presses the buzzer to the front door. "Who is it?" She asks. "Morrison, I'm in charge of the contracts of the crown". Helena took a sharp breath. The arch of the hallway door allowed me to see who was there. "Miss Helena Bonham Carter? You are currently breaching your contract. And at risk of being fired...." the man said.
"I- what?" Helena said as I could see her hand shake slightly on the handle of the door. "Im confused. Who called you?" She asked.

When I stood up and begin to walk towards the door. I saw another asshole behind the Morrison guy. The man I knew so fucking well.