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"Shorty, open the door! Come on, why's your door closed?" Tom said fiddling with the doorknob.
How many times is he going to interrupt me?
"I - I, erm..." I said putting my panties on, "Just a sec-" I said pulling my shorts up, "Coming!"
I opened the door and laughed awkwardly, "What were you doing in there?" He asked coming into my trailer with his ukulele.
"I, erm, nothing" I struggled to find an excuse. Great going, Y/N!
Tom furrowed his eyebrows at me, shrugged and said, "Let's go, fans are waiting" he said setting his phone on the counter and pulling two chairs for us. I quickly pulled out a wet tissue and wiped my hands or specifically - hand.
I sat down next to him, I was very flustered, his knees touching my bare thigh wasn't helping. He looked up and said, "Are you okay? Why's your face all red?"
"I'm fine, just tired that's all" I replied quickly and started the live. "Hello boys and girls, muggles and witches!" Tom greeted as people started coming in. He playing his ukulele, while I went through the list of songs to sing.
"Ooh! Found it! Come on, we're going to sing 'Count on me' You play the ukulele" I said excitedly.
"If you ever find yourself stuck in the middle of the sea... I'll sail the world to find you. If you ever find yourself lost in the dark and you can't see... I'll be the light to guide you" I started singing happily.
"We'll find out what we're made of... When we are called to help our friends in need" I continued looking at Tom, who was staring in my eyes, playing his ukulele, with a biggest smile on his lips.
"You can count on me like one, two, three... I'll be there. And I know when I need it, I can count on you like four, three, two... And you'll be there
'Cause that's what friends are supposed to do, oh, yeah... Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh... Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh, yeah, yeah" I moved to the song a little. But the lyrics were through and true, every word related to me and Tom.
"If you tossin' and you're turnin' and you just can't fall asleep... I'll sing a song beside you
And if you ever forget how much you really mean to me... Every day I will remind you, oh" Tom was doing what I told, he didn't sing with me, just happily played his ukulele.
"We'll find out what we're made of... When we are called to help our friends in need. You can count on me like one, two, three... I'll be there. And I know when I need it, I can count on you like four, three, two... And you'll be there... 'Cause that's what friends are supposed to do, oh, yeah... Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh... Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh, yeah, yeah"
"You'll always have my shoulder when you cry
I'll never let go, never say goodbye... You know..." Tom sang along with me, shrugging a little. I rested my head on his shoulder and continued singing.
"You can count on me like one, two, three... I'll be there... And I know when I need it I can count on you like four, three, two... And you'll be there... 'Cause that's what friends are supposed to do, oh, yeah... You can count on me 'cause I can count on you" Tom and I sang this last part together, my head on his shoulder and his resting on mine.
"Yay!" I clapped my hands when the song finished, Tom doing the same. We talked for a while about this and that and it was time to take some questions.
"Alright, darlings, let's see the first question" Tom said scrolling through the screen.
"What's your biggest pet peeve?"
"Interrupting, definitely, it's so annoying for me. Like come on, the person is speaking, let them finish!" I said looking at Tom and then back at the screen.
"Yeah? I never knew" Tom said sitting up straight. "Yeah, I mean, it makes you feel like the other person doesn't care-"
"Next question" Tom joked interrupting me. I groaned loudly and choked him jokingly. He laughed as he put his hand on my waist. "You did it on purpose" I said before scrolling for another question.
"What sports do you enjoy watching?"
"Cricket" Tom and I said in unison. "Yup, definitely cricket, I mean, because of the movies, we aren't allowed to play any other sport except for golf, but watching cricket, at home, with some snacks and drinks, just makes the day" Tom continued as I bent down to search for another question. As I bent forward, my t-shirt pulled up with me, Tom may have noticed this and he put a hand on my lower back, that was exposed. I didn't think much of it.
"Who is the messiest and the cleanest person on set?"
"Well, the messiest has to be Rupert" Tom said but we took the name together. "Yeah, definitely, that's why most of the time, we hang out at Emma's trailer" he continued.
"As far as cleanest person, then it had to be Robert, he has the habit to keep everything in place for the next day, so ultimately, he's clean and prepared" I said and Tom stiffened a little when I mentioned Rob.
"Yeah, but since he's not here anymore..." Tom began, "You have to be the cleanest one right now" he said looking at me. I nodded and we looked back at the screen, "Alright, people, that finishes today for us, thank you for the donations, I'm sure it'll help a lot of people, we'll see you guys next Tuesday. Bye, love you!" the both of us waved to the camera and blew our farewell kisses.
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"So, ready?" Dan asked as I was going through the script. "Yes, Dan, you better not mess up, Ginger!" I said pointing at Rupert. He pretended to be offended, "Ha! How dare you blame me to mess up?"
"Oh, shut it!" I said as Tom took a seat next to me. He used to do this, whenever he didn't have scenes, he used to watch mine. I smiled warmly at him as David called for us.
"Alright, positions! Quiet on set... Action!"
Olivia's POV
I put my arm through Harry's and intertwined our fingers, he looked at me and I said, "Harry, you should know that you are not alone in this. That I am always there for you, so are the others"
"Don't think so" he said as we entered the common room and everyone was glaring at him. Dean and Seamus were reading The Daily Prophet, when I asked, "Dean. Seamus. Did you have a good holiday?" I dropped Harry's hand, as he wanted to go to his dorm.
"All right. Better than Seamus' anyways" Dean said blankly. He was a sweetheart, he would never be rude to anyone, let alone a lady.
I gulped and asked Seamus, "Why? What happened?"
"My mum didn't want me to come back this year" he said standing up and looking at me. Before I could ask, Harry chimed in, sarcastically, "Why not?"
He pretended to think and said, "Let me see. Because of you"
"The Daily Prophet has been saying a lot of things about you and Dumbledore" he said and all the others started to listen. The common room was eerily quiet.
"What? And your mum believes them?" Harry asked irritatingly. He needed his friends beside him. If they turned their back at him, who would he have?
"Well, nobody was there when Cedric died" he said and I froze in my place. It had been ages I had thought about him. As soon as he spoke, my eyes filled with tears and I looked down. Fred came beside me and placed a hand on my back, while Harry looked at me and said, "I guess you should read The Prophet, then, like your stupid mother"
I placed my head on James' chest as he properly hugged me, this wasn't scripted but felt very right at the moment.
I gasped; Harry was never the one to be rude. "Harry-" I said but Seamus cut me off, "Don't you dare talk about my mother like that" he said angrily.
"I'll have a go at anyone calling me a liar" Harry raised his voice a bit.
"What's going on?" Ron asked coming in the common room.
"What's going on is he is going mad. Do you really believe the rubbish he's saying about You-know-who coming back?" Seamus asked Ron pointing at Harry.
"Yes, I do" he said and stood beside Harry. "You should just..." Rupert giggled.
"Cut!" David yelled and I hit Rupert on his arm. "Told you; you'd mess up"
"Let's take it from there" David said and we waited for the clapperboard to clap.
"Yeah, I do... Could you just-" and again. He kept messing with the scenes. It would usually be me and Rupert, we would always laugh in serious scenes. We did a quiet few takes and for some I did actually fall asleep on James' chest. "This is tiring, love, isn't it?" James said looking down at me. I groaned lightly and snuggled in his chest. I wrapped my left hand around his waist, while my right rested on his chest. He pulled me closer and kissed the top of my head. I loved the twins!
"You just-" Dan and Rupert, the both of them started wheezing. Finally we got it perfect, until...
"Has anyone else got a problem with him?" he asked defensively. Everyone stayed quiet... Dan had to storm off to his room in this scene, so while he was heading up, his shoes made angry squeaky noises, I pursed my lips into a thin line to refrain myself from laughing. Rupert also had to go up to follow Dan, so he made eye contact with me and we both lost it - we started laughing, causing Dan to come back downstairs.
"Damn it!" Dan said looking at Rupert. "Don't blame me, this was all Y/N"
"I'm sorry, your shoes made that squeaky sound and I lost it" I said still laughing.
"Let's take it again, from there only" David said and we all cleared our throat.
"Has anyone else got a problem with him?" he asked defensively. Everyone stayed quiet... while Harry angrily went up the stairs to his room and Ron followed. "My gran says it's the Daily Prophet that's rubbish" Ron turned around to listen to Neville.
We all thought that we finally aced the scene with so many takes, but Matt couldn't hold his laugh in, causing everyone to laugh at set, even the crew members.