Today's audition went quite well. They seemed to be really impressed with my acting techniques and it was also helpful that they were fans of my work too. I couldn't help but laugh at the start of the audition as the three casting people crumbled internally when I entered, their once composed facade demonising as I stepped foot into the enclosed room. A lonesome camera on a tripod stood just behind them, and the calmer of the three asking me to state my name and the role I wished to play; the plot to this film is a bit different from the others I've portrayed, instead of auditioning for the female protagonist, which I normally would have, I've gone for the 'undercover villain' which basically means no one will know it's me until the very end.

I simply had to recite lines from a specific scene and answer some questions as usual. The scene was actually one of my favourites in all honesty. Liz gave me the script last week and I had a good look through it as I always do before an audition; however the extract they had chosen was extremely penultimate as it was my characters uprising and a pinochle moment in her devious plan. It's all very exciting.

The film is called 'Consequence' and the time I spend on set would be very scarce in comparison to some of my other films. The character I've auditioned for wears several disguises and is a lot more prominent towards the end of the film, therefore my hours would be shortened from their usual fourteen hours to a more reasonable seven, although the rest of my time would be used for promoting the film - mainly in interviews and public appearances.

This is all hypothetical of course, unless I get the part.

The casting people said they would call my agent at some point during today to let me know whether I've gotten the job, which means I basically get the day off. The plan was to sit at home and relax for the day before going out to a birthday party later this evening; although as you know, my life isn't that easy because Christina called me up and asked me to go with her shopping so she can pick out some new outfits for winter.

"Christina I've told you, I don't need any more clothes I have enough." I try to reason with my dedicated stylist however she is just as stubborn as I am. My body slouches lazily on the couch in mine and Harrys house, as Christina's voice rings around the room on speaker phone. I had literally just entered the house and thrown myself on the couch when she called.

"You may, but you need to be the most stylish celebrity out there Emma!" She rushes enthusiastically and I groan.

"Ugh I hate that word. 'Celebrity.'" The middle and index fingers on both my hands bend in reference to the silent quotation marks enforced in my speech.

I can almost see Christina roll her eyes at me, "you and Harry need to get a grip. He doesn't like being called 'famous' and you don't like being called a 'celebrity'. They're just words." She huffs and I can't help but chuckle at her, the only reason she is so impatient with me is because she loves shopping. However, I'm slightly sick of it. Don't get me wrong I love spending time with people and I love clothes, I've just done it so much whilst Harry's been on tour that it's become a little repetitive.

"It's not the words themselves that bother us, it's the way in which people use them." She's completely stumped at my answer and changes the topic.

"Okay. Well we still need to go, so get ready and meet me here." The phone hangs up and my head falls to the side in no attempt to move, Comet sits upright on the floor staring at me, his pants deep and his perfectly pink tongue hanging out the side of his mouth expectantly. The pup then turns around and exits the room with so much as a bark before waddling back in with a large piece of white fabric in his mouth.

This can't be good.

Intrigued, I can't help but reach down and take it off him. A strong familiar scent from the soft material allures me, one of Harry's t-shirts. A chill runs down my spine at the notion, I miss Harry so much. I feel like I haven't spoken to him in months when really it's probably only been a few days. I think when you spend time apart you realise how valuable everything, and everyone, in your life is.

"I'll call him." I pet Comet's head and keep a tight hold on the t-shirt, lifting it occasionally to my face in order to smell the faint scent of my missing husband. It's like a sense of security knowing that I always have a piece of him when he's gone, I honestly can't wait until he returns home; I know it's been a long time, and we still have a while to go, but I cherish that curly haired man and I have ever since I met him. I owe him everything I have, and I've spent too much time this year focusing on things that can't be fixed or changed, completely disregarding everything that matters. My friends matter, my family matter. Harry matters.

I fill Comet and Zazu's food bowls and put all of their luxury toys in the centre of the living room knowing that I'm only going to be out an hour. As I exit the house and approach the fans I send Christina a quick text to know that I'm on my way, deciding to call Harry once I'm in the car.

"Hey girlies!" I smile, not seeing any of my male fans here today. Matt, Hugh and Russell stand by respectively and take a few shots of myself with the fans, staying their distance and not intruding which as always, I'm thankful for.

"Oh my gosh Emma wow. It's actually you." One of them shivers and shakes, obviously not used to any of this. I chuckle at her and grasp both of her hands warmly in mine, attempting to calm her audible pounding heart.

"It certainly is me, and it's a pleasure to meet you." My voice is low and strong as I speak to her, my smile growing wider and wider as her brown eyes erupt with wonder at my presence. "What would you like me to sign sweetheart?" She shakily obliges and pulls out a picture. I glance down at it and smile. The first ever photoshoot I had as a newly discovered actress for my first ever film 'Company'. Wow that was a long time ago, before all of this happened, I was just a nineteen year old girl from a small town with no idea what the world had to offer, or who the world had to offer I should say. "It's been a long time since I've seen this picture," I chuckle.

The young girl in front of me smiles disbelievingly. "It's my all time favourite film of yours, like, you're so perfect." She blabbers and my heart warms at her words, I can spot a new fan when I see one. The older fans that have been with me from the start are more up to date with my career, it makes meeting the new fans really adorable.

I full heartedly laugh, "I love you too sweetie." I sign her picture quickly and move on to the others before bidding my farewells; I give Matt, Hugh and Russell quick side hugs before entering my car and dialling Harry's number immediately. As I eagerly wait for the call to connect my mini drives smoothly down the busy roads of London, he'll pick up any minute now, I tell myself.

But he doesn't. So I call again.

"What?" This can't be right, it's about eleven in the morning over there, surely they are up and about. Actually no, I'm quite positive that they're up and about. Whilst keeping my eyes on the road I immediately dial Liam's number and wait for the call to connect, Liam always answers his phone.

Although similar to Harry, he doesn't answer either. This is extremely strange. I try Niall's number next, then Louis, then Zayn. Nothing. My heart begins to pound in fright and a continuous shiver runs up and down my spine creating a nauseating feeling to arise within me. None of them are answering their phones, what's going on?

I jump in my seat abruptly as the loud marimba of my ringtone bursts through the speakers of my small car, scaring me. I answer automatically without even looking at the caller ID, I know it's one of the lads. "Hey babe!" Harry cheers through the phone as if absolutely nothing is wrong. Nothing wrong?! I've just spent the last five minutes worrying because I was assuming the worst, like they'd been killed, or kidnapped!

"Don't 'hey babe' me! Why have none of you been answering your phones? You had me worried sick over here babe!" I sarcastically emphasise the last word and wait for his explanation.

"Well Niall thought it would be funny to swap phones for the day," I groan lowly and roll my eyes, of course he did. "Then when you called, Liam said it would be a good idea to see what order of importance we all are to you."

"What?!" I shout completely confused. How are these good ideas at all?

"Like what order you trust us in." I can see that puppy dog look on his face just by listening to the tone of his voice, and if I were with him then I would most definitely fall for it. But I'm not, so I won't.

"And Zayn's last!" I hear Louis burst out laughing in the background finding the whole scenario absolutely hilarious.

"I hope you're not being a nuisance Louis Tomlinson." I hear Eleanor scold as she enters the room they're in. Louis bites his tongue and all is silent.

"Harry that was a really silly idea, you all had me scared to death. I thought something terrible had happened." My tone conveys my absolute worry and he sighs guiltily.

"I'm sorry baby. We're just bored."

"Well can you find ways to entertain yourselves that won't make me worry please?" My voice begs pleadingly, I couldn't imagine something bad happening to the lads; and if anything happened to Harry I would have no idea what to do. I'd be a wreck, an absolute wreck. Worse than what I was just a few months ago, a hell of a lot worse than that.

"Hey it's okay calm down." Harry's voice soothes, obviously sensing my discomfort and realising the thoughts that must be travelling through my mind right now. "We're fine, I'm fine. Just relax baby."

I've noticed that he's taken me off speaker phone which I'm grateful for. I just miss him, it's been too long and I need him like I need air to breathe, he has my heart and soul held captive willingly within his palms; he is my everything. The only person I need or want in this world is him and I wouldn't be alive today if it weren't for his love and devotion to me. That same love that I've grown so fond of and so familiar with over these last three years.

"I just miss you so much," I fight my tears, driving through London surprisingly easily. The traffic is usually crazy at this time considering rush hour is nearing. "I need you Harry Styles."

"And I need you like I need air to breathe Emma Styles." I chuckle at his simile knowing that I thought the same thing only moments ago. We're perfect for each other, so incredibly in tune it's difficult to believe.

"How long?" I ask quizzically. He already knows what I'm referring to. How long is it until he gets to come home.

"Still a while babe." Our conversation has turned into a pessimistic one, my eyes now glossed over as I pull up at a free parking space close by to where I'm supposed to meet Christina.

I take a deep breath, "it's hard Harry, having everyone gone." And it's not just him I'm referring to, but the rest of the lads and their girlfriends. Everyone seems to be out of my reach. They're the only thing I've ever known since I turned twenty, I've seen them almost every day and being apart from Harry during the whole misunderstanding earlier this year, and now being away from everyone whilst the tour is too much loneliness for just one person. "I've seen more of my pets than I have of my own husband." I hear him chuckle at the thought. "It's driving me mad."

He laughs that beautifully deep laugh that I love oh so much, "you'll be crawling around on the floor and pretending to be a dog if you hang around with them too much." I laugh at his train of thought. "And I'd rather not have a bitch in my house."

My jaw drops and my eyebrows raise immediately at his words, the cheeky thing! "Harry Edward Styles did you just call me a bitch?" I question in mock anger.

My husband simply pauses before he speaks thinking carefully about his next sentence. "I was simply saying that I didn't want one in my house." He skilfully avoids answering my question.

I laugh and relax back in my seat, "how is it you can always make me laugh no matter what the situation?" My content voice questions with a sigh.

"I think it's because I'm your husband and I love you." Suddenly I feel an overwhelming pang in my heart and my entire body warms, it's as if all of my worries disappear. It's that luxurious feeling you get when you see a chocolate fountain, filled with desire and need for it. That's what I feel right now for Harry, I desire him, I need him.

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I decided to contact Sophia earlier. I know she works with Hayles at the magazine company and therefore she obviously knows a thing or two about fashion; also I invited her because I felt like we got off on the wrong foot when we first met. It mustn't have been nice to see one of her idols in a state of panic like that, so I thought it would be nice to invite her out and get to know her a lot better.

So far she's been getting on brilliantly with Christina considering that they both love fashion. It's actually been a great afternoon with the two of them, I've gotten a really lovely autumn outfit and some new cute winter ones also. We're currently in our last shop now.

"Thank heavens that we're almost done." I mutter more to myself, making sure that Christina doesn't hear otherwise I wouldn't hear the end of it.

"Why do you not like shopping?" Her perfectly plucked eyebrows furrow and she looks at me inquisitively.

"No I love it. But it's just all that I've done lately." My trusty stylist nods understandingly and her features soften realising what I truly mean.

"Right come on come on, try these on." Christina throws the clothes draped over her arm at me, and with no shame pushes me into the dressing room cubicle. The outfit she has chosen is lovely as always.

I walk out and laugh as they coo, Christina fixing aspects of the outfit to make it look 'perfect' even though it already looks amazing.

"Well that was amazing!" Christina smiles as we walk out and towards the directions of our cars. I laugh at her enthusiasm, she absolutely loves doing things like this and leaving successfully.

I shuffle the multiple bags in my hand and acquire my car key front the front pocket of my shoulder bag. "Yeah it was great Christina," I mock sarcastically with a roll of my eyes and a smile.

"Hey you know we had a good time, and you definitely should have got that leopard print top." She's been nagging at me for the last half an hour because I didn't get that top. Harry and I are bad enough with matching, I don't want to make it even more difficult to avoid. There are times when we'd be getting ready separately and end up walking into the hallway wearing similar colours and style of outfit. And I'm always the one that has to change.

"Christina," I say calmly, "I'm not Harry." She laughs as does Sophia, the three of us stopping as we reach my car.

"Okay well I'm going out for a meal tonight so I have to rush off," Christina gives both Sophia and I a side hug and a small wave before getting into her silver Ford Fiesta 1.25 and driving off.

"Right," I turn to Sophia beside me, "what would you like to do?" My car opens after I press the button on my key, the boot making a popping sound to signal it's opened. I place my bags neatly in the back and shut the boot door. Sophia looks spoilt for choice it seems, she has no idea what to do. "Tell you what, why don't you drive home, pick up some spare clothes and you can sleep at mine for the night. We can talk, watch movies, and drink wine. Sound good?" She smiles contently at my offer, her sharp cheekbones filling as she does so.

"Sounds great."

The drive home is short as the radio drones on in the background, my mind focusing on the road ahead but my thoughts wandering elsewhere. As they always do. I pull up and notice no one waiting outside the house, it's because it's late now, no one ever really stays until ten at night. My bags seem heavier as I carry them in, although that could be because I'm tired.

The blare of my phone erupts and I drop everything once I shut the front door securely. Comet and Zaz rushing nosily to sniff my bags as I search hurriedly for the small yet noisy object. Once found, I answer the call, "hello?" My voice comes out rushed and urgent.

"Hello Emma, it's Liz." Oh yes, I remember Liz saying that she would get a call sometime today to let me know about this mornings audition. "I have some news." Her voice sounds hesitant and sorrowful, I didn't get it.

"I didn't get it?" I don't even ask questioningly, just by the sound and tone of her voice I know the news isn't good.

"Nope, you got it!" She cheers happily.

I'm completely stunned at her confession and my facial expression turns to a more ecstatic and exhilarated one. I can't believe I got it! "You're joking!" I laugh and place my hand disbelievingly over my mouth.

"I'm being deadly serious! You got the part, you start Monday next week." She squeals like a child. I love the fact that even after four years we both still get excited when I get a part. It's like a dream come true because to me - underneath it all - I'm still that nineteen year old girl, It's just that now, I have a bigger dream.

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