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.

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12. Little Talks

"I don't like walking around this old and empty house. So hold my hand, I'll walk with you my dear, the stairs creek as I sleep, it's keeping me awake, it's the house telling you to close your eyes."

Sometimes I sit in my room and just stare mindlessly into the television. My mind would would be shutting down or it was running around like crazy, for example right now. My mind danced over my work, my family, my friends, the boys, Harry- wait, Harry?

Falling backwards onto my bed, I blew some hair out of my face, closing my eyelids casting the light out of my sight of vision.

"Ivy?" a male voice called out from behind my door.

"What?" I answered, not borthering to get up.

"Can I come in?" the voice asked, but before I could answer the door open and closed, footsteps shuffled across the floor. Th ebed dipped down, telling me someone was next to me. Opening one eyelid, Harry's green eyes peered into my half open eye.

"You have freckles." Harry stated, his warm hand brushed over my nose and cheeks, connecting the freckles like dots.

"Thanks for the news flash." I mumbled, ignoring Harry's chuckle, he contuined to trace my face and it feels amazing.

"Can I ask you a question?" Harry asks, his voice seems closer than I thought it was. Grunting at Harry (Such an unlady-like manner), I kept my eyes shut. "I like them, but do you know who I like more?"

"What?" I asked, opening my eyes to see that Harry's nose was brushing against my, his forehead laid on my, his eyes looking right into my soul.

He held my glaze as he lowers his lips on to my quivering lips. My breath was caught in my thoart, but for some reasonmy eye lids fluttered closed as one of Harry's hands brushed my cheek. Every time Harry's lips pressed against my, soft breaths between the two of us. Harry had kneeled next to my, he leanded over my upper part of my body. One elbow on either side of my head. It was perfect, beyond perfect, it was even better than my dream, it was just... wow.

Harry pulled back, his forehead rested against my, he traced my cheek with his thumb.

"You."

Niall.

Closing the door quietly, I was beyond pissed. How could I do this? How could Harry do that to me?

"God damnnit, that bastard." I mumble throwing the door open to the game room. Liam sat in the conner with his laptop open, most likely on Twitter creeping on our fans, he glanced at me and then back at the screen.

"What's wrong?" He asked, as I threw myself onto the chair across from him.

"Nothing." Liam raised an eyebrow, closed the top of his computer and gave me his full attention.

"Don't lie to me Niall. Something gots you like this." Liam states, I fucking hate when he does that to me.

"I don't know Liam, you know that I fall easily and with anyone. Remember coffee shop girl? I didn't even know the lass name! With Ivy, it was just so, so.. bam! One moment I thought I liked her as a good friend the next I'm acting like a lovesick fool! So I was going toask Ivy if she wanted to catch a bite before we head back. I hear talking in the room, so I open the door and there is bloody Harry kissing her! Why does Harry always get the girl? Damnnit Liam, it's not fucking fair! And I know I sound like a whiney baby, but don't I deserve to be happy for once?" I was fumming with anger.

"Don't worry mate, the bitch isn't worth it." Andy commented as he walked into the room, Liam rolled his eyes, ignoring his friend.

"Maybe you should talk to Harry about it, or, Ivy. Andy she isn't a bitch, you're just a dick." Liam suggested as Andy flipped Liam off.

Harry.

Laying next to Ivy is the most amazing feeling in my mind, beside kissing her. Being in here is so lighthearted and blissful, it really feels like it's just the two of us. That I'm not a celebrity, that Ivy isn't a stylist. Like we are just two young adults who are just in love with each other, their feelings are shown by kissing and soft spoken words.

 It was nice not having Ivy rolling her eyes or having one of the boys bragging in and ruining the moment.

"Harry, you know I don't have romantic relationships with coworkers.: Ivy straightforwardness made me pause, I just I thought too soon. Turning on my side to face the concerned woman I have fallen in love with I notice when she was in deep thought that she chews on her bottom lip and her eyebrows point down.

"Pretend that we aren't coworkers, that I'm not part of One Direction, that you're not a famous stylist. Ivy, I just... I have thought about everything, and for some crazy reason everything I think of comes back to you. I want tot have an relationship with you, Ivy. With you." I confesses, watching Ivy's expressions as I told her.

"I'm not a reckless person Harry. I'm highly respected for fuck sakes. I have people begging for me, and I have rules. I go by the rules, they aren't meant to be broken. What if news got out about us? My title would be gone in a second, Harry!" Ivy spoke frustrated turning her toward me. "I could lose a lot of things for a single relationship."

I have known Ivy for two months, and all it took to fall for her was one glance. One glance and I knew I wanted to be with her.

"Some rules are meant to be broken." I said, Ivy stared at me, grinning a little. "Ivy Johnson, I Harry Styles, here state that I will be breaking your rules and you will be too." I whispered to Ivy, kissing her lips before getting up and heading for the door.

"Harry, just don't do anything stupid." Ivy called out to me as I closes the door behind me.

Whipping out my iPhone, I dialled a common number that all the lads and I have used.

"Hello this is Amanda from British Airway, what is your desniation?"

"Yes, I need two tickets to Rome please."

Some rules are just meant to be broken, love.

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