HOLY SHIT #1 IN TEWKESBURY?

speaking of which i need more tewkesbury ones-

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I walk arms link with my best friend, Millie Bobby Brown. We walk onto the set, and I'm so excited.

Millie and I have been friends since forever, but this is the first project we get to work on together.

We go over at get coffee, Millie getting tea, and we make our way over to the trailers to hang out.

While walking I see a mop of brown hair.

A familiar mop of brown hair.

That little shit.

Now, I don't want to say Louis forgot about me once he started acting but...

He forgot about me once he started acting.

I clench my cup and pull Millie away, and she looks at me confused. "Don't you want to meet him?" She asks.

"We've already met." I growl.

Unlucky for me, as I look over my shoulder, he looks my way and his eyes widen. He jogs to get to us before I can successfully get to the trailer and I groan. "H-Hi Y/n." He says, biting his lip. "Long time no see."

"No shit sherlock." I say, rolling my eyes and crossing my arms.

"I'm sorry... Did I miss something?" Millie asks, looking between the two of us.

"Yeah. This asshole ditched me to become famous." I spit, glaring at him. He looks down, obviously feeling guilty. "So much for 'best friends' huh?" I say, walking into my trailer and shutting the door.

I fall into the couch and roll up my sleeve. And there it sits on my wrist. Even after what he did to me, I couldn't bare to take it off.

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3rd POV

Millie looks back to Louis and scoffs. "You knew her, didn't you?" She says calmly.

"Yeah...we were friends. But then..god I was so stupid." Louis says, tearing a hand through his hair. "I had the biggest crush on her too." He admits quietly. "But I was scared."

"So you shut her out? Way to go Louis. Way to go." Millie rolls her eyes and goes inside her trailer, leaving Louis by himself.

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Today is the first day of filming. Y/n paces back and fourth, not very eager to film with Louis. She is still hurt.

She goes into hair and makeup and sits as far from Louis as possible, Louis' face not masking his sadness.

He never got over her.

———

Throughout filming, Y/n warmed up to Louis a bit, not avoiding him at all costs and smiling around him.

To say his crush on her grew is an understatement.

Today was the big day.

Their character's kiss scene.

Y/n tries to shake out her nerves as Millie comes in. "Today's the day!" She exclaims shaking her shoulders. "How do you feel?"

"Millie, calms down. It's purely a professional kiss It means nothing." Y/n rolls her eyes, swatting her hands away.

"Yeah, Louis kissing his crush probably means nothing." Millie mutters under her breath.

Y/n freezes in her tracks.

Wait. What? She thinks to herself.

Millie slaps her hand over her mouth, her eyes wide. "Y/n, please don't tell him I said anything-"

Y/n nods and sits down, the truth hitting her like a truck.

He likes me?

Do I like him back?

Millie crouches by her friend, but Y/n shakes her head. "Can I be alone? Please?"

Millie nods and leaves, a guilty expression on her features. She closes the door quietly, leaving Y/n to her thoughts.

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(based on a previous imagine, Your POV)

I walk onto set in my full wardrobe and shake my jitters out as Millie and Louis walk into set as well.

"Action!" The director calls out.

I start to put away the clothes and Louis walks in, a cocky smirk upon his face.

"What, no hello for your favorite Viscount?" He asks, coming in the room, saying his lines. .

We continue the scene, reciting our lines.

I go to walk past him, and he grabs my wrist, and spins me around. "You are something, Y/c/n."

I turn around and his face is inches from mine. I feel my cheeks heat up before shaking my head.

It's only acting.

"And what's that supposed to mean?" I push away from him, trying to exit, but he grabs my wrist, keeping me in place.

Who knew this kid was so strong?

"What do you want Tewkesbury?" I ask in character, my nerves coming through.

"You're jealous, aren't you?" Louis says, raising an eyebrow.

"Wha- Whatever would I be jealous for?" I ask, crossing my arms and looking down.

I cant look into his eyes, those hazel eyes.

He walks up to me and grabs my hands. "Y/c/n..."

I glance up to look at him and see him looking down at me. "Don't look at me like that." I say sternly.

I mean it. This is only acting. He can't look at me that way. It feels too real.

He smirks." And why not?" He asks cheekily.

"Because, Viscount Tewkesbury, Marquess of Basilwether, I have a different goal in mind, and I have no time for useless boys." I sass at him.

His smirk only grows, our hands still entwined, my heart pounding in my chest. "Yep, I'd say you're jealous."

It's only acting.

I roll my eyes, but he pulls me back and his lips land on mine.

Holy shit.

My arms lay on his chest, his around my waist, you lips pressed together. I feel fireworks exploding, every sensation on fire.

It doesn't feel like acting.

I pull away quickly and push him off of me, his eyes flashing hurt. "Y/n-"

I run off and sprint to my trailer, my stupid dress slowing me down. "Y/n wait!" A male voice calls.

Louis.

He catches me and holds my arms. "What's the matter?"

"You. With your stupid hair, your stupid smirk, everything about you is infuriating. But I can't seem to get you out of my mind. I want to stay mad at you. You hurt me Louis!" I cry, Louis looking down. "But I can't." I whisper. "I don't know why."

He looks up and glances at my lips. He closes the gap, but pauses before meeting my lips, looking to me for consent. I close my eyes and push my lips onto his. It feels right.

This isn't acting.

He cups my cheek gently before pulling away. "I've had the biggest crush on you. Since we were kids." He blurts out.

I smile and look up at him. "I know." I open the door to the trailer and go to my bag. I pull out the small green bracelet and Louis gasps.

"You-You kept it?" He asks in shock.

I nod slowly. "Yes Louis, because I didn't want to forget you."

He come over and hold me in his arms, putting his head on top of mine. "I'm so so so sorry." He whispers.

"It's ok. I forgive you."