"isn't it just so pretty to think, all along there was some invisible string... tying you to me"
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The last time Harry had seen Monroe Sinclair was when the final episode of "The Best Years" wrapped. She gathered her things, said her good...
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•Harry Styles, 16•
I walked onto set with my head held high as the sun beat down on the back of my neck, the black clubmasters hiding my eyes as my trailer came into view. I smiled and nodded at the crew, who were just as happy to see me as I was them before I said my hello's to a few of the extras on set filming that day. The hussle of those who work behind the scenes doing all they can to make sure things run smoothly made me feel a sense of comfort that I couldn't quite describe. I just felt at home.
When I was little I would dream about being an actor, having my name be one that everyone knew. I always knew I could've been great if I was just given the opportunity to prove it.
It really was dumb luck that got me here, my family wasn't rich and able to just drop everything because I was a stupid kid with a dream. It happened by complete accident. My father was returning home from a business trip to the States while my mother, sister and I waited patiently at his gate for his plane to arrive. We were just kids goofing around, making up stories as we went and playing pretend while we waited for our dad.
My sister and I were off in our own little world when suddenly I looked back and my mother was talking to some man in a suit. I remember thinking he looked really important, but my stupid self charged over there because the look on my mum's face told me she was about to cry... and my seven year old self would've been damned if some random jag off in the airport was going to make my mother cry. By the time I made my way over there he handed my mother a business card and was on his way.
When she caught wind of my presence she looked down at me, smiled and simply said, "I think this is the shot we've been waiting for baby."
Within three weeks we were flying out to LA for pilot week. The man my mother had been talking to was a big producer and was working on a pilot for a new drama set to come out in about a year. He saw me with my sister and thought that I was exactly who he was looking for to play the boy next door... looking back now it all happened so fast it felt like it was like a dream I was terrified to wake up from.
I was just a boy from manchester... things like that just don't happen to people like me.
"Harry, darling," my mother pulled me out of my thoughts, her voice humming through my headphones as I snapped back into reality. "What time is your first scene?"
"About an hour," I hummed as I stopped at the catering table we have for the outside shots. "Have to be in hair and makeup in about 10 minutes or so though for an interview Davis wants to be shot on the lot with Ro."
"Is it going to be a long day?" She asked patiently, a small yawn escaping her lips.
"No," I answered as I shook my head. "But tomorrow is going to be a long one though, Davis wants to try and get the big plot points for the first couple episodes back filmed within the next couple of days. He wants to work on almost all of the blocking so it's just going to be a lot of standing around looking at each other like a deer in headlights."
