Facade

Chapter Fourty Four

Louis' Point Of View

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She truly was incredible. I'd never seen her act properly before, or even just pretend acting, but every word she said was convincing and believable, and I found it hard not to take in what she was saying. The scene we were going through was a make-up scene at one point in the film, which involved a lot of tears, anger and love, showing the whole range of skills Rosie had to offer. I guess considering what had happened earlier, turning on the tears wasn't too hard for her, and it was so hard not to reach out as comfort her when I wanted to do so badly. It was clear she was going to get this part, I could tell. I had this strange confidence in her.

I'd checked what time the audition was and we had an hour to go. Deciding it would be best to be there early, Rosie spent the next ten minutes trying to decide what to wear, in order to give off the right impression. I told her what she was wearing was fine, but apparently it was too dressed up and depressing. While she decided, I Googled how far away this building was from where I lived and I saw it would be a good half an hours drive away.

"Rosie?" I called. "You might want to hurry up a bit."

She groaned loudly. "How long do I have?"

I glanced at the time. "About two minutes. Then we really do have to leave."

Another loud groan. Apparently the wardrobe choosing wasn't going too well. Helping her, I picked out jeans, a white t-shirt and a checked shirt. That had to do.

She admired it quickly. "I guess that's the best thing that we can come up with it two minutes. Thanks."

She changed as quick as she could, and her makeup was still okay from earlier, and she put her shoes on in the car. The script had been brought along with her so she was reading them to herself in the car, in an attempt to calm herself down. I followed directions from the Sat-Nav which took us to a large building. I parked and she let out a breath loudly.

"Fuck," she muttered. "Fuck. Fuck. Fuck."

I laughed slightly. "Love, trust me, you'll be fine. Now go and be a star."

We arrived fifteen minutes early and I was glad to see we weren't the only ones. I asked the receptionist in the lobby where we were needed and she directed us up to the third floor, and along a short corridor. Around the corner were a group of ten girls, a couple of whom I recognised, such as Keira Knightly, Emma Watson and Emilia Clarke, but Rosie froze.

"That's Emma fucking Watson..." she whispered in my ear. "Fuck...."

I chuckled at her, and Emma noticed us. "Louis! Hey!"

Rosie didn't know I knew her and watching her face was priceless. She looked a cross between angry and jealous, and like she was awestruck. Cute, actually. "Emma!" She stood and I moved to hug her. "How have you been?"

She nodded. "I'm good thanks. I see you've found someone to keep you busy after Eleanor." She directed this a bit at Rosie who had followed.

I grinned and pulled her into me. "Yep. I am proud to call this beautiful girl my girlfriend."

Emma smiled. "That's so cute. So are you auditioning for this then?" She asked Rosie.

Rosie nodded. "Lou set it all up for me. But I don't know if I'm good enough."

"Don't talk silly," Emma reassured her. "You just gotta believe in yourself a little bit. And Taylor is really nice as well."

Her eyes widened. "Taylor? As in Lautner?"

Emma laughed. "Yeah. He's in there, helping choose."

Rosie's mouth dropped open. "No way... Oh shit, Louis, do I look okay?"