Thought of You

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COMPLETED. Clara-Rose Flemming. 17 years old. Model and actress. Got a call from her agent to be in a music video at Malibu Beach. She goes and finds that it's One Direction's video. She never gets in a relationship with anyone she works with. BUt will Zayn change her mind?

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11. Chapter 11

Chapter 11

I woke up in the couch. How did I get on the couch? And where's Lou? That's when the memories of what happened at around 1 in the morning. My blood begins to boil again. I never want to see that jackass's face again!

Zayn's POV (very rare)

I woke up curled on the floor in a hallway. The events of earlier in the morning came back to mind. I moved my hand and a searing pain shoots through it. I look down at my right hand to find the knuckles in a weird angle. I looked up at the wall and there was a hole in it. Great, now I have to pay for that. I can't believe I slept out here all night. It's 10:30.

I'm not gonna go home. When Rose walks out that door I'm going to apologise. I'm not gonna be mean or yell. I'm going to tell her I'm sorry and promise to be friends. I can't screw this up now.

Rose's POV I checked my phone which was on the coffee table. It was 10:30. And I had one new message.

The director wants you to come down to the studio at 12. I'm in London, by the way. -Kellie

I sighed but got up to go have a shower. I walked into my ensuite and stripped off my pj's. I took a quick shower and jumped straight out. I wrapped my towel around my body and made my way to my walk-in closet.

What to wear. What to wear. I pulled out a button up cream blouse and a white pair of skinny jeans. I put them on and slipped on light brown ankle boots. Brushing through my tangled brown locks, I decided to just put it in a bun. I walked out of my room with my phone in hand. It was 11:21. Might as well go by Starbucks for breakfast on the way.

'Lex, I'm going down to the studio. I'll be back later.' I called out to her as I heard footsteps in the kitchen.

'Okay, have fun!' She called back.

I slipped my phone into the back pocket of my pants. I grabbed my keys and walked out the door. Once I turned back around, I was shocked at what I saw. I froze in my tracks and I stared at him.

'Rose...' He started to say but I shook my head at him.

'No. You lost the privilege to call me Rose when you called me a bitch.' I snapped at him. I started to walk away, down the stairs so I could get out of the building but he stepped in front of me.

'Rose... Clara, please.' He pleaded with me and in answer, I shook my head. I tried to walk past him again but he side stepped me.

'Please, let me make it up to you.' He begged.

'No, Zayn. I have to go!' I tried pushing him to the side but he didn't budge. I grunted in frustration.

'Then at least let me walk you.' He said, not really giving me a choice. I checked the time and it was 11:32.

'We have less than half an hour to get breakfast then I have to go to the studio.' I told him, giving in. His face lit up like a little kid on Christmas. I rolled y eyes at his expression and dodged him to get down the stairs. When I was halfway down and I heard no footsteps behind me, I turned around. He was still at the top of the stairs, grinning like an idiot.

'Well? Are you coming?' I asked, a little impatiently.

'Oh right.' He snapped out of his trance and made his way down the stairs.

'You do know that there's an elevator right?' He asked me when we were down the second flight of stairs.

'You could have told me that ages ago!' I whined and made my way to the elevator. He just chuckled as he fell into step with me. I pressed the button and waited for the elevator to come up. I could feel Zayn staring a whole into the side of my face but I just ignored him. The ding of the elevator came and I walked straight in, punching the ground button. Zayn stood next to me in silence. I sighed, thought he was going to make it up to me?

'Hey, Clara...' He started and I sighed in relief to hear him say the name he should say. I turned around to him and his eyes read sorry.

'Yes?' I asked him, waiting for him to finish what he started to say.

'Um...' He scratched the back of his neck and he looked down at his feet. He looked really attractive as he did that. What? Attractive? No. I didn't say that.

'Um what?' I asked him.

'Um, I just want to say I'm so sorry. I'm sorry for calling you a bitch. I'm sorry for sort of forcing myself on you that time in the restaurant. I'm sorry for being overly jealous with the whole Harry thing. I'm sorry for kissing you last night. But most of all I'm sorry for not being able to show you how much I like you. I keep screwing things up because I get so jealous. And the funny thing is, I've never been like this for a girl before. I don't know what it is but there's this one thing about you that just makes me want you.' Zayn confessed. I gaped at him.

His sorry's were genuine and I was shocked at first but that wasn't the reason why I was gaping. I was gaping because he admitted he liked me. He admitted that he was jealous and he was screwing things up. He admitted that he was never like this with other girls. He admitted some things guys would never admit. He admitted his feelings and I can't help but look at him in awe. This is the first ever time a guy has told me his feelings. And I will never ever forget this moment.

'Are you going to say something?' He asked me nervously.

'Honestly, I don't know what to say.' I murmured.

Just then the elevator doors opened and I walked out and into my car. He followed suit and hopped into the passenger seat. I checked the time and it was almost twelve. I guess no breakfast for me then.

'Great.' I grumbled to myself as I drove down the road.

'What's wrong?' He asked me.

'Nothing.' I muttered and carried on driving.

'Have you eaten breakfast?' Zayn asked me a bit worriedly and I mentally laughed at his expression.

'No.' I answered after a while.

'Go grab something to eat.' He urged me.

'I can't. I need to get to the studio by twelve.' I sighed.

'Go drive through?' He suggested and in answer, I just shook my head.

'Breakfast is the most important meal of the day.' He urged on and I heard his stomach growl. That's when I realised he was the one who wanted breakfast.

'You only want me to get breakfast because you're hungry.' I laughed as his stomach growled again.

'I want you to have breakfast too.' He said defensively. I just laughed at him.

I looked at the time on the dashboard as I pulled up outside the studio. It was five past twelve. I mentally shrugged, I was only five minutes late. I got out of the car and Zayn followed me. I walked through the doors of the studio and told the reception ladies who I was. As I waited for them to tell me to come up, I turned around to Zayn. I threw my keys at him and he caught it, reflexively.

'You can go get breakfast. Just don't break my car.' I told him. He smiled at me and pulled me in for a hug. I was shocked at the intimate gesture but I hugged him back. He let go of me and started to walk out.

'I'll get you some.' He called over his shoulder. Before I could respond, he was out the door. I just sighed and waited for one of the ladies to tell me when to go up.

'Ms Flemming, Mr Gosworth would like to see you now.' A lady with brown ringlets and green eyes informed me. I nodded my head and they led me to his office. I nervously fixed my top before walking through the door.

A man in his early thirties was sat in a seat behind a wooden desk. His whole office was filled with mahogany objects. It was a bit unnerving yet highly relaxing. His head was filled with brown hair with a few greys peaking. He wore glasses on the bridge of his nose and he was wearing a very expensive suit.

'Ah, Clara-Rose.' He smiled politely. I smiled back.

'Take a seat, love.' His British accent called out to me, gesturing the chairs in front of him. I took a seat in one and looked at him, expectantly.

'So, Clara-Rose.' He began but I sort of cut him off.

'Please, just call me Clara.' I smiled and he nodded.

'My name is Lance Gosworth.' He held out his hand for me to shake and I took it.

'I know it was sort of short notice and I never really gave you time to audition for me but I've seen you as a minor character in a few movies and I really think you'd be perfect for this one. It's called 'Love in London' and its obviously a romance movie. The plot is you move to London to go to university and you meet this guy. He wants to be friends maybe something more but you refuse because you want to be independent. He does all these things to change your mind and blah blah blah. And the rest is in the script. Now, I want you to just read a bit out to me so I can see you get into character, is that okay?' He asks me and I just nodded. He handed me the script, instructing me to go to page 23. I do as I was told and I read over the page.

Finn: *turns to face Jess after he bumps into her* Oh, I'm so sorry. I didn't see you there.

Jess: *on the floor, picking up her stuff.* It's alright. *sighs*

Finn: Let me help you. *starts to bend.*

Jess: *in angry tone.* I said it's fine.

Finn: Woah, what's got your knickers in a twist?

Jess: *looks him in the eyes.* Excuse me?

Finn: *stares back in awe* Your eyes are beautiful.

Jess: *awkwardly says* I've got to go. *turns around and walks the other way*

'Well, that's intense.' I laughed as I finished reading the page.

'It's like a veeeery romantic one, hope you're up for it.' Lance shrugged his shoulders.

'Well, it's my first movie with a lead role, of course I'm up for it.' I smile politely.

'Great, now Finn will be played by Jake Wood. He's new to the business as well. And he should be here soon.' Just as he finished talking, someone knocked on the door.

'Come in!' Lance yelled towards it.

In came a guy around his late teens. He was quite a looker, with dirty blonde hair and blue eyes. He had a sort of pale complexion but compared to everyone in London, he had a normal skin colour. He had muscular arms and his leg muscles were prominent. He smiled a breath taking smile towards me and I automatically smiled back.

'Ah, Jake. Come in, meet Clara-Rose.' Lance gestured to me. Jake walked up to me and held out his hand.

'Nice to meet you, Clara-Rose.' He smiled, I took his hand and shook it.

'Call me Clara. And it's nice to meet you too, Jake.' I smiled.

'Looks like you two would definitely get along.' Lance gave us a smug smile and I mentally rolled my eyes.

If only he knew, I thought to myself.

'So, here's your script, Jake. I want to see you two act out page 23.' Jake nodded and turned to the page.

'Okay, whenever you're ready.' Lance told us. I stood up from my seat and got ready in my position. I held my bag in my arms. He walked back into me which meant I had to drop my bag and I did so.

'Oh, I'm so sorry. I didn't see you there.' His dulcet tone said. I bent down and pretended to pick my stuff up without looking up.

'It's alright.' I said and I sighed afterwards.

'Let me help you.' He started to bend down and I quickly stood up.

'I said it's fine.' I said angrily and a bit annoyed.

'Woah, what's go your knickers in a twist?' His tone was all joking. His playing his part really well. I looked up into his deep blue eyes.

'Excuse me?' I asked confused.

'Your eyes are beautiful.' He said quiet, he really did sound mesmerized and in awe.

'I've gotta go.' I said, awkwardly because quite frankly I did feel awkward as he stared into my hazel eyes. I turned around an pretended to walk. An applause broke out from Lance and he smiled happily at us.

'That was beautifully done! You two are perfect for the part.' He smiled proudly now.

'Thank you.' I smiled back and Jake nodded in agreement.

'Okay, shooting starts next Wednesday and it will take approximately five or six months.' He informs us and we both nod.

'Okay, goodbye Lance.' I smiled and he pulled me in for a hug. I hugged back out of courtesy. Jake shook his hand as I pulled away and we walked out together.

'Are you American?' He asked me and I nodded.

'You're British aren't you?' I asked him and he nodded his head.

'Hey, can I get your number so we can talk about this movie anytime?' He asked me, handing me my phone.

'Yeah, sure.' I smiled, taking his phone and putting my number in his. I quickly texted myself so I could get his number.

When we got in the lobby, I saw Zayn waiting in one of the luscious chairs. I turned to Jake and smiled.

'Well, see you next week.' I said and he pulled me in for a hug. I was surprised but I hugged him back.

'See you, Clara.' He smiled and he walked out.

'Hey, who was that?' Zayn tried to sound nonchalant but I could hear in his voice his jealousy.

'Jake.' I answered him.

'Who's Jake?' He said through half clenched teeth.

'Zayn, chill. He's just the other main character.' I told him, shrugging my shoulders. He breathe out a sigh of relief and I mentally rolled my eyes. He's acting like we're together when we're clearly not.

'Where's my keys?' I asked him, holding out my hand. He placed my keys onto my palm.

'Did you hurt my baby?' I asked him sternly.

'No.' He answered.

'Are there any crumbs or spills on my seats?' I asked him with the same tone.

'Well....' He started to say and my eyes widened. I instinctively slapped his arm which echoed thought the lobby.

'Ow!' He almost screamed while clutching his arm. 'I was only joking!' He smirked.

'Don't do that!' I whined.

'Chill, Clara. Lets go.' He grabbed my hand and reeled me to the car.

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A/N

ENJOY ZE CHAPTERRRR. And yes, these last few chapters have annoyed me too. I'll fix them up when I get my laptop :)

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-Winona

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