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.


3. I Will Wait

"But I'll kneel down wait for now And I'll kneel down Know my ground And I will wait I will wait for you"


"Shut the hell up." I groaned as my alarm went off. I'm not a morning person, okay. A lot of people aren't. Who the hell likes to wake up at an god sakes time. No one does.

"Good morning sunshine! It's a lovely day in London town!" My roommate joyfully announced as he opened my door. Pulling my pillow over my head, I groaned. "Come on Ivy you have guests!"

"Who the fuck is here?" I moaned, peeking out to look at my cheery roommate, Peter. Peter was gay as gay could get, and I loved him for that. If I couldn't figure out something Peter would always be there telling me what he thinks would look best.

"Five faboulous hunks." Peter sang as he sat on my bed. Staring at my best friend I sratched my head trying to firgure out who was here. And only one name came to my head; One Direction.


"What do you mean?" I cringed as I heard Ivy shierk from down the hallway. The lads thought it would be a good idea to go and take Ivy to the designer room, let me restate that Liam and Harry thought it. I on the otherhand wanted to sleep in and come when they really needed us, which was after 10. I like to sleep, sue me.


"You're empolyers are here, sweetheart get up." Peter said patting my head and then got up. Glancing at the alarm clock which read a quarter pass seven and I grabbed my glasses and threw off my covers. Passing a mirror I notice how nasty I look; messy bed hair, a long tee, and high socks. Not the clothes of a stylist, but they did come here with out telling me. Shurgging my shoulders, I dragged myself out into the open area of my flat.

"Good Morning Sunshine!" Louis shouted as I came into the kichten, ignoring him I grabbed a mug and poured myself a steaming cup of tea.

"Ivy, someone spoke to you!" Peter scolded, sometimes he acts like my mother more than my mother acts like one. Rolling my eyes, I eyed each of the boys. They were all dress to the nines, not bad for staright males. My eyes lingered on Harry, he was attractive, I'll give him that.

"Why are you here?" I asked, my voice starchy from just getting up.

"We thought we could escort you to the designer room." Harry said, smiling at me. I stared at him deadpanned.

"I am capable of getting myself there by myself, I'm twenty-one, not five." I retorted crossing my arms. Harry returned my stare, almost of if he was looking for something.

"Well since it's almost 7:30 and you need to be there by 8, we can just wait for you." Liam added smiling at me, he made me think of a puppy. Picking up my tea, I walked back to room to get ready for another long day.


I liked Ivy, she's much different than Daniella and I need something different.


 Jesus woman, hurry up. I am hungry, I wonder if she would say anything if I ate some of her food.

Where the hell is Harry going? He's not following her, is he? Come on lad, don't do that! Fuck, I'm hungry.


 Eleanor was right, Ivy did do some amazing creations. I like her, maybe she'll date Harry.

 Beep. Beep.

 From: Niall

 To: Louis

   where is Harry going?

 Glancing around Harry wasn't in the room.

 "Get the hell out of my room!" I heard Ivy shout. I looked over to Niall and smirked.

"That's where." Niall rolled his eyes and rubbed his stomach.


"What the hell is wrong with you?" Ivy asked as she emerged from her closet, dressed in her work clothes, a pretty pink dress and platform heels. "You don't go creepin' around someone's room when their in there! At least have the brains to do it after I leave!" She said, hitting my arm. Her roommate, Peter, snickered at us as he passed by us.

 "Good luck." He whispered to me as he slipped pass us. Ivy contuined to tell me off but I didn't care. I just wanted all of her attention on me, I would go to the extreme for it. I was in love with Ivy Johnson.

I was in love.

In Love.




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