Scripted || Harry Styles

X: Busted

We soon got called to shoot the first scene of the day. The only thought that went through my mind the whole time was how excited I was for the day to finish. Every handhold, every kiss to the cheek and every soft gaze I got from Harry only made me feel more drained and more sick.

When lunch came around, I was feeling so poorly that I decided to venture off to my trailer to take a short nap on my little sofa. I was hoping that the nap would make me feel a lot more awake and alive, but when I woke up from my alarm, I felt so much worse because I forgot to turn on the portable heater in my trailer. 

I immediately went to the craft services to drink some hot tea to warm up my shivering body. I also managed to get a hot water bottle with warm water inside and stuffed it in the inside pocket of my robe. I was feeling so horrible that I honestly felt like bursting into tears but I pushed it back and grabbed some food. I went back to my trailer since there was still time before our lunch break finished and I just wanted to be off to myself.

As I reached my trailer, I saw Harry exiting his. He held his phone out in front of him and laughed. I thought he was filming and laughing at me for a second but as he walked closer, I heard someone talking, their voice coming out of Harry's phone. 

Harry looked at me and his smile grew larger. "Oh, look it's Charlie!" He ran over to my side and held the phone in front of my voice with his other arm around my shoulder. I was very uncomfortable but I put a small smile on my face and pretended like I was having the time of my life. "Fionn, this is Charlie, my co-star. And Charlie, this is Fionn, my mate."

"Hey, nice to meet you, Fionn," I said with the same fake smile on my face.

"Nice to meet you too, Charlie. How's Harry treating you?" He jokingly asked.

"He's treating me really horribly, actually." I was deadly serious but Fionn just laughed as if I made a hilarious joke. Harry laughed as well.

"Okay, well we have to go now, our lunch is ending."

"Okay, bye! Nice to meet you again, Charlie," Fionn said with a smile.

"You too. Bye," I waved with the hand that was holding my tea.

"Bye, Fionn. Talk to you soon!" Harry ended the call and immediately took his arm off my shoulder, which I was so grateful for. "Woah, what happened? You look even more like shit." I stepped away from Harry and shot him a hard glare. 

"Wow, so nice of you to say. Everyone loves to hear they look like shit," I sarcastically said with a roll of my eyes. I was pissed off. "You know, you could drop the act already, Harry. It's getting fucking old."

"Act?" Harry chuckled. "What are you going on about?"

"You being rude to me."

"Why would that be an act?" Harry was starting to act defensive with his arms crossed in front of his chest. "Why can't you just accept that we can't get along?"

"Did you forget what happened last night? You taking care of me. Feeding me, giving me water, helping me get into bed? If you really hate me, you wouldn't have done that. You would have just left me sleep on your sofa."

"I told you to forget that ever happened," Harry said with gritted teeth.

"You told me to forget that our deep conversation ever happened. So you taking care of me doesn't count." I felt so smug knowing that the tables were reversed once more so I decided to continue pushing his buttons. "But they did happen so I want to talk about it while I'm sober." Harry tried to interject but I held a finger up. "You being rude to me is clearly your defence mechanism for something. I have no idea what for—maybe it has something to do with whatever happened on your birthday—"