𝒾𝓉 𝓌𝒶𝓈 𝒿𝓊𝓈𝓉 𝑜𝓃𝑒 𝓃𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉 ➜ estarry
fumbling with her hands as she waited outside the meeting room at the agency, ester let out a small sigh. if only they had let her into the spacious room, so she could sit down, drink a cup of tea and calm her nerves. but instead she was standing here, left all by herself, her phone deep inside her bag that was inside the room as she watched a part of the crew probably discuss some details about the music video. to an outsider’s eye, it looked like she got stood up. her eyes roamed around the office, giving her something to do while she was waiting, the impressions occupying her mind to distract her as she finally let her body lean against the glass that encased the conference room.
nervous probably wasn’t the right word to describe the current emotions that were running through her body. for one, she wouldn’t have said yes when her manager approached her about starring in harry’s music video if she’d feel uncomfortable working with him. sure, the pair had connected in the most intimate way possible and never spoke again afterwards, which was mostly her fault, since she had just left him the next morning after she woke up in his bed. but wasn’t that something so common in her generation and older generations ? and clearly he would’ve looked for someone different to be his mv girl if he would have a problem working with her, right ? right. the sound of footsteps on the carpet brought her back to the real world, her eyes shooting up to meet the male’s. although the actress thought she had come prepared, clearly, she hadn’t come prepared at all. “hey,” she spoke out, trying to fight the lump in her throat rather by making the first move and say something than to be unable to say anything because of it. “you looked much better in the photos they showed me, thinking i wouldn’t know who harry styles is. this is like matching a guy on tinder and when you meet up with him, he looks nothing like his pictures,” she joked with a small laugh, an attempt to start a conversation. “i’m just kidding. you do look like your pictures. well at least like most of them,” she added quickly, not sure if he would get her sense of humor. needless to say she had turned a small joke into something kind of awkward now, her light brown hues now everywhere but on him. “come on in guys, we’re ready for you,” the producer relieved her of the situation. immediately setting her legs into motion, ester walked into the room, choosing a seat that would give her a clear view outside the window. @hcrrystylcshq