Harry was never fazed by the rest of the cast messing up their blocking and cues, but when he did, the world stopped turning. He rarely did
thankfully and once their run-through was over, he returned to his usual place for reading his script. Feet dangling off of the stage, nestled in with his jacket and a bottle of water.
As the cast took a 10 minute break, Niall took it before himself to go talk to the boy he was so fascinated by. It wouldn’t be weird anyway, he was the head director of the play and Harry had the lead role. Walking up to the boy he cleared his throat, so he could get the boys attention.
The curly headed boy watched as Niall spoke to the cast, and turned around to face the auditorium seats, where the majority of the crew was watching. Once Niall gave his final set of orders, Harry nodded in his direction, an appreciative smile passing across his features, but only for a second.
Niall caught Harry’s grateful look, please that he could satisfy the boy. Sitting down he watched the cast play out the scene, his eyes focused on Harry. He had a true talent and he was glad that he was using it to his full potential. As the practice closed to an end, Niall didn’t know if he should stay where he was, or get up and talk to the brunette.
Harry scoffed for what seemed like the fiftieth time at this rehearsal. As usual, the extras were messing up. He stood, tapping his feet as the director mangled with the crowd of confused stage hands, and yelled out, “Can we get to the fucking scene, please?”
Niall pressed his thumb and fore finger in between the bridge of his nose, alright done with this rehearsal. His head shot up once he heard the familiar voice, becoming flustered. He didn’t look over to Harry, but followed his request. “Places people, we only have a couple weeks left, and I want everything to be in order.” Niall told his cast.