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.


1. Jerk It Out

"Coz it's easy once you know how it's done,You can't stop now,It's already begun, You feel it,Running through your bones,And you jerk it out,And you jerk it out."

I tapped my pencil to the song as I stared out into the busy room looking for something to inspire me. Little kids whined about the weather to their parents, welcome to England sweetheart crossed my mind, couples bundled up with hats and gloves holding hands, an elder couple stared out into the shopping center. Nothing, nada. It's difficult when a stylist can't find anything to inspire them, it's beyond difficult. Taking a sip of my tea, I looked at my twitter mentions, 

 Closing my tablet, I looked at my watch.

"Shit, I'm late." I mumbled under my breath, grabbing my tea and bag I hurried out into the streets of London. 


   Another boring meeting, another boring day at headquarters. I mean do we need to be here to meet our Stylist and get measured again? Just take the old ones, jesus. Paul was talking about how highly rated the stylist was, blah blah blah. Zayn was asleep with a hand on his chin, Niall was eating something with chocolwasate cause it was all over his mouth, Louis was texting Eleanor, and Liam was on twitter being the good guy he was.

 "Psst, Harry." Louis whispered, nudging my arm.

"What Lou?" I answered, glancing at the eldesaember of the boys.

"El said that this Ivy chick is unbelievably..." Louis words disappeared as the office door opening.

It was, as cheesy as it sounds, like my heart completely stop beating. Everything stop and blurred, everything but her. She was beyond the word beautiful or gorgeous, in fact there are no words to describe her. Long wavey brunette hair fell down to under her chest, think vintage glasses framed thick full eyelashes and her jungle green eyes, a cute nose, full rose pink lips, an elegant neck, a full chest, small waist, full hips, and legs that seemed to on forever. She wear a white unbutton dress and a black tank top tuck into mid tigh white shorts, bunched up khaki socks and closed khaki boots.

"Boys, this is Ivy Johnson the new Head Stylist, Ivy this-" Paul said.

"Wait let me see if I can get, ummm." Sweet Jesus her voice was so angelic, I couldn't pin up where her accent came from.

"Lewis?" Ivy said pointing at Louis who stared at her, his mouth agape.

"Neal?" Niall just laughed, his cheeks pink. Liam snickered at Louis who flipped his middle finger.

"Zayn?" was wide awake when Ivy appeared, nodded his head running a hand through his hair, sending her his 'flirty' smirk. Angry flooded my blood stream.

"Um, Laim?" Louis now snickered at Liam who just stared the woman.

"And Henry?" Ivy's eyes met mine and too tell you the truth I didn't care what she called as long as long at her attention was on me.

"Actually that was a good try, I see you're not a fan?" Liam said getting up from his seat and making his way to Ivy.

"Sorry, but you guys aren't my cup of tea." She smiled, chuckling at her own joke.

"Liam." Liam softly said putting his hand out to shake.

"I'm Louis!" Lou screamed from his seat, waving his arms around like a manic. Ivy nodded waving back to Lou.

"Nibbsjaknzbs." Niall tried to say his name but came out inaudible.


"Oh good, I thought I was going to call you Nibb." Niall blushed but laughed, we all laughed.

"You got my name right." Zayn said.

"You can call me Henry if you like." Ivy just stared at me, did I really just say that?

"You must be the older women lover, I heard a lot about you over the years, but I never listen for you're name." Ivy explained, pushing a piece of hair behind her ear.

"Harry. Harry Styles." Ivy then busted out laughing, her laugh was musical to me.

"Did you just quote James Bond, because I'm not Pussygarol or a Bonds girl." Her banter was so quick. She was perfect, beyond perfect. I wanted her forever.

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