Previously...

"Are you okay?" Harry is leaned against the wall outside the bathroom and somehow I have the slight impression he's waiting for me. He looks concerned. "I saw you practically running to the bathroom."

"Oh uh yeah I was just... in a rush to pee." What?

"Oh." He says wetting his lips again and my eyes involuntarily flick to his mouth again. It looks dry just like mine a few moments ago.

"Yeah." My feet finally manage to move down the hall however I'm stopped when his hand grabs my wrist to turn me around. Before I can ask what is he doing I feel his lips smash against mine.


My eyes widen when I fell Harry's lips against mine but what surprises me the most is how I'm kissing him back without even realizing it. But the bell son sounded in my head, my hands pushed at his chest breaking us apart.

"What are you doing?" I gasped. Harry stumbled back a little, obviously taken aback by my gesture.

"W-what?" He gulped down panting slightly. It was not even a full kiss.

"You just kissed me..." I blinked incredulous.

"I... I don't know what came to me really..." He frowned scratching the back of his neck clearly embarrassed.

"Did you do it just to spite me like you old self would do?"

"What? No! I really don't know why I did it... I guess I was just worried about you."

"Well normally people ask, don't kiss." I pointed out.

"I'm sorry okay? I already said I don't know why I kissed you... Next time I won't even bother!" And with that he's gone.

What the hell? First he kisses me and then he just walks away like that? Who does he think he is!? Now I'm mad!
Here was I thinking he had become somewhat decent in the last few days and then he does something like that and just proves that he didn't really change and I hate how easily I fell for it.
But it seemed so genuine... Maybe it had some purpose? I'll find out what it is...

Taking a deep breath, I returned to set ready to start over. When I did, I found Harry and Miranda speaking... More like him speaking and her giggling like a 15 years old. Why is she here anyways? She the head of the movie but she's not supposed to come to the shootings, she takes care of the legal stuff not the practical. But by the way she hitting on Harry I start to have a clue on why she's here.

The rest of the shooting goes by slow and dreadfully and I'm sure everyone noticed the tension between me and Harry even though I did my best to seem unaffected by him and focus on my character.
When it finally finished I walked away the fastest I could and stripped off Bea's clothes to my own.
My phone has 3 missed calls from my dad and 2 from his assistent. That's odd, rarely does he call me and now I have 5 missed calls?
With a shrug of shoulders I dialed his number back but got no answer. He must be in some sort of meeting or whatever. Instead, I dialed Milo and asked him to pick me up.

I was a bit disappointed when I got out of the dressing room to find an empty hall. I don't know why I was expecting some brown curls but immediately brush it off. I don't even know why that crossed my mind...
Right when I exit the building to enter the car I spot from the corner of my eye Harry opening the passenger's door of his range rover and a tall blonde hoping in. Miranda. I may be seeing it wrong but the smile she's giving him is far from professional.

"Hey Milo." I sighed entering the car.

"Good afternoon Miss Miller. Home?"

"Yes, thank you."

On the way home I called my mum to check up on her updating her on everything concerning the movie obviously leaving Harry's annoying self aside. It feels good to hear her voice and speak Portuguese to her. Since I moved to London permanently all the few friends I had back home eventually lost touch with me and I barely leave the house here so basically friends is not something I have much. Only Eve actually and she's our maid with age enough to be my mother. And Anita, the stylist at work. Until a while ago I thought Harry had earned that title too but apparently not.

I'm not dumb, I know he always liked older woman and Miranda surely fits his standards, tall, very blonde, blue eyes, incredibly beautiful and a successful woman. Who wouldn't want that?



But for some reason I don't like her, not that I have reasons to really but call it instinct or whatever. There's something about her and I can't quite put my finger on what is it but I'm afraid I'll find out sooner than I expect and it won't be good.
I just hope it doesn't affect my job.

"Hello Miss Sophia, how was your day?" Eve received me warmly at the door like always.

"Exhausting." I sighed heavily. "Did my father call? He tried my cell a couple times but I was shooting."

"Oh he did actually insisting to talk to you but I said you were on set so you probably wouldn't pick up the phone."

"Did he say what he wanted?"

"No. Do you want me to run you a bath? You seemed stressed."

"Yeah a bath is exactly what I need."

"Is everything okay with the movie?"

"I don't know, I thought I was after today but not anymore..." I got up the stairs with Eve following.

"Did something happen with that Harry boy?"

"How'd you know?" I rolled my eyes. Every problem that I have somehow always concerns Harry, Eve is used to that already.

"He uh... Well he kiss me today..." I bit my lip sitting in my fluffy bed.

"Oh you started shooting those parts already?"

"No I mean like really kissed me. Off set. With no cameras around." I said slowly examining her reaction.

"What do you mean? He did it voluntarily?" Her eyes widened.

"Yes. He kissed me as Harry, not Bea as Dylan."

"Oh my God! Does he like you?" She gasped covering her mouth with her hand, shocked.

"No! I think he just did it to upset or something... He isn't the type of guy to have feeling for someone. I thought he was but not anymore."

"How do you know? Miss Sophia you have to think that the boy is young and in such young age being bombarded with the media and all is not easy and sometimes it affects people and changes them. Maybe that's what's happening to him now I mean he seemed like a sweet boy when he came over and not the type to kiss you just to spite you." She spoke quietly.

Eve always seems to read people correctly but this time I think she's really wrong about someone. About him.

"I don't think so, apart from a couple days of being nice he never gave me reasons to believe he's a good person." I shook my head.

"Everything will get into place Miss Sophia, you'll see." She kissed the top of my head with a warm smile. "I'll run your bath now."

S


Sighing I plopped on the bedSighing I plopped on the bed and grabbed my phone opening my twitter. Since the production released some promotional photos and divulged my name I've gained a lot of followers and everyone seems interested. I also get a lot of questions about Harry but I never answer them, I don't want to disappoint his fans saying what an asshole he is.
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Just when I was about to log off something caught my attention. My name was trending. What the hell? I scrolled through my timeline realizing there was a picture of me and Harry on set circulating. What surprised me the most was he was the one who tweeted it. That's so confusing... In second thought, I'm pretty sure his management posted it for promotion and not really him. He'd never do something like that... Would he?










Justw

Notes

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