Over Our Heads

Ivy Johnson hates to look like everyone else; she loves looking different. Ivy doesn't dress is odd clothes, no, she dresses as a hipster, as a trend setter and since her job requires her to make celebrities dress in the newest fashion trend it can be easily be said that she's the best as her job. Maybe that's how she caught the eyes of boy band One Direction, specifically Harry Styles. Harry Styles, known for his cheeky smirk and curly hair, hasn't had a real relationship since Caroline Flack which was well over 5 years ago. Most people thought it was for his bad boy appearance or even management, the truth is Harry believed in love in first sight, but now he just wants to settle down with someone, anyone. When One Direction's head stylist takes leave, Management scrambles to find a new stylist; Ivy Johnson.


4. Blue Velvet

"She Wore Blue Velvet, Bluer than velvet was the night, Softer than satin was the light, From the stars."



I sang along to the song as I looked through all of the clothes that the boys have gain over the years. Pulling out the out dated ones, the over used ones, and laid them in the table to either restock or the donate. I had sent the boys off to visit someone who wasn't me.

 "Ivy, how do you like working here?" Caroline Waston, a beauiful black girl, questioned me as she tapped away on my tablet.

"I like it, weird baggage though." Caroline looked at me, smiling at me.

"I understand, I never thought being a stylist I would get threaten by girls younger than me!" She joked, I laughed nodding my head.

"It's different that's for sure." With that Caroline and I went back to work, trying to hurry before the boys get back.

 "Honey I'm home!" I heard an Irish accent call out. Turning around I saw Niall's blond head popping through the door, kissing Caroline on the cheek. Caroline laughed and patted Niall's cheek, then went back to work. Ignoring the boys that was coming through the doors, I tried to work. The key word was tried.

The boys were extremely loud and keep touching everything in sight.

"Hazza, does this make my butt look big?" Louis asked as he walked around with butt pads from the prop room. All the boys laughed at Louis as Harry grabbed a pigeon that was on my table.

"Kevin!" Louis screamed almost busting my eardrum out.

"Would you shut the hell up." I huffed at the boys, Louis was stroking the pigeon like it was a dog.

"It's a directioner thing." Caroline explained to me, giving me a small smile.

"A directioner? Who the hell that?" I asked, turning my full attention to Caroline. Caroline open her mouth to tell me but Harry beat her to the punch.

"It's our fans!" Harry said, putting an arm over my shoulder. Shurgging off Harry's arm, I walked over to the five rolling racks. Each rack had three outfits the boys were most common to be seen in.

"Okay boys, I need you go try on these outfits. Come out so we can fix whatever needs to be fitted." I explained slowly so that the boys could understand what I say.

Each of the boys did exactly what I said. Niall emerged in his red polo and khaki staright pants,  Liam in his vest and black straight jeans, Zayn in his varsity jacket and black jeans, Louis in stirpes  and red skinny jeans and Harry in his blazer with his white v neck tee. The boys looked hot.

"Like what you see?" Harry flirted with me, rolling my yes I ignored his idiotness.

"So what doesn't fit?" I asked, Niall raised his hand.

"My um, pants, are, um, too big." The Rirish boy said. After laughing I wrote down on my tablet next his outfit.This is how it went for the next four outfits: Harry would flirt and one of the boys would say what didn't fit.

"Alright boys, you can leave." I said as Caroline and I put up the outfits on the moving racks. The boys all got dress and said 'goodbye' to us and then left.

"You can go Caroline, I only have a few things to finish up." I said, Caroline smiled at me as she picked up her bag.

"Goodnight Ivy!" She called as she shut the door behind her. I turned up the radio and sang along as I went back to work.

"She went down in an airplane, fired getting suntanned, fell in a cement mixer full of quicksand, Help me, help me, I'm no good at goodbyes! She met a shark under water, fell and no one caught her, I returned everything I ever bought her, Help me, Help me-" I din't hear the door open nor close.

"I'm all out of lies, and ways to say you died."  I turned around to see Harry leaning on a table with his arms crossed over his chest, smiling at me.

"You have a pretty voice Ivy." Harry said, staring at me. In the dim light Harry looked sexy; messy hair, a white v-neck with his Ray Bans sunglasses at V making it extremely sexy, dark skinny jeans with converse. Harry's ankles where crossed completeling the whole badass-sexy look. I could see myself having a one night stand with him.

"What are you doing here Harry?" I asked as I put the last shirt up on the rack. The music faded in the to the back as Harry began to talk.

"Well, seeing that you are the only person left at," Harry paused as he looked at his phone," Ten O'clock at night, I thought it would be very gentleman like if I took you out to dinner." I glanced at the clock on the wall, it's 10 already? Jez, did time fly.

"Harry I don't think that's an good idea. I don't go on dates with people I work with." I explained heading over to my desk, grabbing my brown bombers jacket.

"Don't think it of a date, more on the line of a friend taking another friend out." Harry said as he helped me put on my jacket. Harry's hand glazed over my shoulder sending shivers up my back. I turned around to face Harry in the dim lite work area. Harry stood about two inches taller than me, his green eyes bored into my own green eyes. I could smell his colonge too.

"Alright Styles, as friends, you may take me out." I smiled as I reached over to get my purse. Harry smiled at me and then grabbed my hand. That's a friendly thing to do, right?


She said yes. My cheeks hurt so much because of how much I've been smiling. And she let me hold her hand! If I could do a backflip I would. Being in the car with her, begin so close is driving me crazy. I can wait though, I can wait. I don't want to ruin this, I want a relationship with Ivy. Even if she says she doesn't date coworkers, I'll find a way. In every plan there is a loop hole and I'll shall find it.

"What are you thinking about about?" Ivy asked me as she glanced over to me.


"Just about work." I answered, coward, I thought.

"You call singing work?" Ivy asked as she turned toward me.

"No, I love singing. It's all the extra stuff." I explained, as a turned on to a street.

"Where are you taking us?" She asked as she looked around.

"Ever heard of Abacus Bar?" I heard Ivy gasp, I glanced over to see Ivy staring at me with wide eyes.

"How did you get-"

"I know some people." Ivy laughed as I pulled over.

"Well Styles, let the night begin." Ivy cheerfully said as she sent me a smile.

My heart beated twice as fast as before, if she only knew.


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