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bensakindofmagic · 5 years

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Chapter Three

A/N: here we go, chapter three! Hope you guys like it, I feel like this one’s a wee bit shite but anyway. Also I still don’t have a name for it cri

Warnings: a bit of swearing

w/c: 2.3k+

6:37 am, all four of the boys were in makeup and on track to be ready to start shooting at 7am. Today was the first day of principle photography - filming was officially starting. For the minute, you were on top of things, but given the early hour of the morning, there was still a lot of time for that to change. You took a gulp of your third coffee of the day (you had been up for almost two hours by that point) and enjoyed a moment of quiet before everything really got under way. You were in the makeup tent, watching the boys you had grown to love over the past month transform into Queen. It was surreal, to say the least. Rami had his teeth and nose in, Gwil and Joe were in their wigs, and Ben was getting some final touches on his hair.

“How’re you guys feeling?” you said, stifling a yawn. “Excited?”

Joe was like a puppy, bouncing around waiting for everything to be ready, and nodded enthusiastically. Rami gave you a pithy nod as he paced, completely focused. Ben, however, looked more nervous. You saw his shoulders rise and fall deeply, taking a steadying breath. His eyes met yours in the mirror, and you saw his unease. You offered him as reassuring a smile as you could, but the one he returned looked more like a grimace.

Final tweaks were made and as the four of them stood in front of you a sense of pride welled up in your chest to see them embodying so a fully a band that you loved.

You grinned “Ready to go?

They all nodded and you started to make your way to set. You lingered beside Ben and, once the other guys were a little way ahead, you placed your hand gently on his arm to pull him back. He turned to you, eyes full of concern.

“You doing okay, Benny?”

He nodded, eyes towards the ground, and mumbled, “Just a bit nervous is all.”

You dipped your head to force his gaze to meet yours. “Why?” you encouraged softly.

Ha gave a slightly shaky sigh and muttered, “It’s never been this high stakes before,” he hesitated, “what if I’m not good enough?”

You exhaled through your nose in mild disbelief; his confident demeanour never betrayed any hint of insecurity before, and to you it was blatant how talented he was.

“It’s just that the other guys are so good,” he continued, trying to justify himself, “and they all look so much more like their characters.They’ve got a head start.”

You stroked his arm a little to reassure him, “It’s okay to be nervous Ben, of course it is. We all feel a little insecure sometimes. But in the getup I think you look more like Roger than you realise.” You allowed your fingers to lightly brush a strand of his fringe. “And anyway, it’s not about looks, it’s about character. You’re painting a portrait of Roger, not doing an impression. I’ve been watching you do that for weeks, you have nothing to be nervous about, I promise. You’re gonna nail it.”

He smiled with one side of his mouth and nodded, reassured. You started off again towards set, and caught up with the other boys. As you neared them you saw Joe whispering something to Gwil as they both looked at you. You frowned, but they hurriedly looked away. If you’d wanted to confront them about it the opportunity was quickly lost as everyone gathered round for a pep talk from the director.

“Oh Gwil for sure will be the first to have kids,” Joe said with confidence.

“I don’t know, our Y/N seems like the maternal type to me,” Rami interjected.

“Not exactly unexpected given that my job is effectively to mother you all.” They laughed.

The five of you were chatting on a stolen coffee break while all attention was focused on the extras.

Ben turned to you, “Do you want kids?”

As you took a sip of your coffee you nodded, and cradled the warm cup in your hands. “I’ve wanted to have a baby since I was 14.”

“14!” Gwil said in shock, “That’s, what, nearly half your life?”

Again you nodded, and gave a placid shrug. “My cousin had a baby boy and we went to visit him. When I held him for the first time I completely fell in love. I’ve wanted one ever since.”

“How many?” Ben asked. A small smile was tugging at the corner of his mouth.

“Three.”

“Three’s a good number.”

You couldn’t help but notice the way his eyes scanned your face, jumping across your features, searching for something. What it was, you couldn’t tell. Your musing was interrupted by the third AD, Josh, calling for your attention over the walkie talkie. With a sigh and slightly irked nod to the boys, you set off to where you were needed. Ben’s eyes followed you as you went, and he kept them fixed on you while Josh spoke to you. He saw your body go stiff and a look of annoyance cross your features.

“Dude,” Joe chided, nudging him back to reality, “‘three’s a good number?’ What was that about?”

“Oh come on, what’s wrong with that?” he scoffed.

Gwil raised his eyebrows accusatorially. “Not exactly subtle mate. You might as well have just told her you want her to have your babies.”

“Mm three of them apparently,” Rami added.

Ben snapped, “Well I can’t be that obvious, can I? It’s not like she’s noticed how much I like her!”

“Well if this is your grand plan to get her to go out with you — drop thinly veiled but ambiguous hints until she eventually realises you’re head over heels for her and hope she feels exactly the same way — I don’t think I can hang around to watch.” Joe grumbled, crossing his arms over his chest.

“I don’t know how to flirt, do I? I haven’t had to do this in years, I don’t know what I’m doing.”

Gwil looked at him sympathetically, “Are you sure you’re ready, mate? How long’s it been since the breakup? Three weeks?”

Ben nodded slowly, “Yeah, just over.”

“Maybe you need to let loose for a little while, give yourself some time to move on. You don’t want to ruin things with Y/N because you rushed into it.”

“I think Gwil’s right you know,” Rami interjected, “You probably need to figure out who you are on your own.”

With a heavy sigh Ben nodded, knowing they were right. It didn’t change the fact that he couldn’t wait for the day when he could pull your body close to his and kiss your head and whisper to you that he loved you.

“Dude, I think we need to get you laid,” Joe grinned.

Ben gave a chuckle and ran his tongue over his lip, “I guess that wouldn’t be terrible.”

“Okay, I think we need a plan here,” Joe said far too seriously, “Are we thinking dating apps or going to bars?”

You were just returning to the guys having done what was needed of you, and you caught the end of their conversation. “Who’s going on dating apps?” you queried.

“We’re getting Ben laid.” Joe said unperturbed. Ben’s cheeks flushed a warm pink.

Gwil countered, “We’re getting him back out there. It’s been a while since he’s done the whole dating thing so he needs practice.”

“Practice for what? This girl that you like?” you jibed, raising a suggestive eyebrow to Ben.

“The point is that we think he needs to have some fun before he gets into anything serious.” Rami added.

“So it’s serious with this girl, then?” you exclaimed, wide-eyed.

Ben huffed, “No, she doesn’t even know I like her. But I would just like to clarify that I do not need help talking to women alright? I don’t need you guys to plan it out like a fucking playdate.”

You grinned, “Oh but Ben it’s so entertaining! We need a project.”

“Haven’t we got enough going on?” He motioned to the set and the crew bustling busily across it.

“Don’t be sour about it, just let us have our fun.” The other guys exchanged looks, grinning. “So,” you said, clapping your hands together, “I think we do this the old-fashioned way: chatting up girls in bars. This is about getting him comfortable in the dating world again, you put him on an app and it does all the work for him, completely defeats the object. I say we head out tonight, just for a chill one. Nothing too serious, you don’t have to bring anyone home with you, just chat to some women. You know, dip your toe in.”

The others nodded eagerly, Gwil slapped Ben on the back, and he breathed deeply. “Fine,” he mumbled.

Your planning was cut short as you were called over the walkie talkie again. “Josh for Y/N. Josh for Y/N,” came the voice of the third AD, crackled and distant.

“Go for Y/N,” you picked up.

“Can you answer a question for me?”

“Sure.”

“What do I have to do to get you to go on a date with me?”

You rolled your eyes so aggressively that your whole head fell back. He had been flirting with you for days, trying to get you to go out with him.

“I’ve told you I don’t date colleagues Josh.”

Looks were being exchanged at a rapid rate beyond the sphere of your attention.

“Yeah, but rules are made to be broken, right?”

“Not this one love, I’m not going to go out with you.” Besides your rule, you weren’t attracted to him. His bravado and conceit were instant red flags. You had no desire to spend the next months batting off his advances either. Before he could try again you asked, “Did you have a professional reason to speak to me or did you just fancy getting on my nerves?”

You could hear the smirk in his voice as he said, “We’re ready to shoot so if you could tell the band to get in position that’d be great.”

You attached the walkie talkie back to your belt and looked to the guys. “That’s your cue,” you said as you collected their coffee cups from them. When you met Ben’s eyes there was a strange darkness in them. His jaw shifted as he clenched and unclenched the muscles there. Before you could call him out on it he turned on his heel and marched over to his drum kit.

After a few moments everything was set up and they started rolling. You watched Ben, noting the tension in his movements. His body rippled rhythmically, but there was a tightness in the way he held his drumsticks, the way he hit the drum.

God he looks great in that shirt.

He banged his head to the beat, his hair flailing wildly. As his lips hung in an open-mouthed pout, for a second all you could think about was dragging that plump bottom lip between your teeth. You shook the thought from your head as quickly as it appeared there.

You’re supposed to be helping him find a girl, not offering him yourself. Christ.

“What about her?” you motioned to a slim brunette sitting a the bar with two other people. Given how engaged they were in each other and the bored look on her face, you figured she was third wheeling pretty hard.

He grunted noncommittally and shrugged. You sighed exasperatedly, as he rejected yet another one of your suggestions.

“Whats wrong with her?”

“She doesn’t seem very interesting,” he mumbled.

“How would you know if you wont talk to her?” When he didn’t reply you continued, “Well you’re going to have to suck it up and talk to someone otherwise this has all been a giant waste of time.”

He simply stared into the depths of his drink.

“What is it that’s stopping you? ‘Cause it’s clearly not the women — she’s gorgeous.”

He shrugged.

“I swear to god Ben if you shrug one more time I’ll wring your bloody neck. Use your words.”

He finally looked you in the eye and, after a moment’s hesitation during which his inner turmoil was written all over his face, he admitted, “I’m worried they’ll just laugh in my face.”

It took all your will power to not do just that. The thought of him being rejected when he looked like that was ridiculous to you. “Have you looked in a mirror recently or…? If you can manage to make a mullet look sexy I think you’ll be fine.”

His mouth quickly stretched into a smirk, “You think I look sexy in the wig?” His eyes were smouldering as they bored into you.

“That’s not what I said.”

“So is it the hair you’re into, or me in the hair?”

You huffed, “You’re not supposed to be flirting with me.”

“You started it, love.”

You pursed your lips, defeated. You scanned the room, determined to make him talk to someone. Your gaze fell on a gorgeous blonde, sweet-looking, confident without being intimidating. “Her.“

He looked round. His face was turned away from you so you couldn’t see his reaction but before he had the chance to object you asserted, “She’s pretty, she’s alone, and she doesn’t have a drink. Talk to her.”

You saw reluctance in his eyes, as he turned back to you, and a hint of disappointment.

“I’m not taking no for an answer here. Go.”

So he did. You watched him walk up to her and tentatively introduce himself. You watched her face light up as she shook his hand. You saw Ben’s shoulders soften as he relaxed into the conversation, and her twiddle her hair through her fingers. Her laughter, a little too eager, floated across the room to you; he clearly had her eating out of the palm of his hand.

You buried the pang of jealousy in the pit of your stomach, but couldn’t ignore the thought that kept echoing in your head.

I hope she knows how lucky she is.

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