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.


11. Vive Le Swing

"Voice l'epoque du swing! Vive I'epoque du swing! Que fais-tu si ennuye? Ni pour moi c'est I'epoque revee Saut en arriere dans le passe Jusqu'a I'epoque du swing!"

"You have the weridest taste of music." Louis commented as he watches me dance along to the French Swing. Ignoring I dance around my room, grabbing Louis and teaching him the ways of swinging. By the end of the song, both of us were laughing.

"I don't think so, it's just jaunty like!" I laugh, spinning away from Louis and into the arms of Liam, who look bewildered by Louis and I dancing.

"What are you two doing?" Liam inquire looking between the two of us, who were red to the face from the laughter.

"We were just dancing to some good ole' Swing music, dear boy." Louis said in a polish british accent, winking at me as I giggled. Liam rolled his eyes, grumbling about how immature Louis was.

"Liam don't be such a party pooper!" Louis whined, tapping his feet along to the new song playing.

"Ivy, Niall wants you!" Zayn hollered from somewhere down a hall. Huffing, I took off to find the Irish boy who 'needed me'.


Staring at twitter infront of me, I rubbed my eyes in disbelief. How the hell would do something like that? Rereading the heading, I bit my lips.

One Direction's New Stylist, having an affair with Niall and Liam?

I knew it was a lie, it was stupid to be true, but I was worried. Worried for Ivy's sakes, how would she take this?

"What's happening, Nialler?" Ivy announced as walked into the room. Turning my head I notice how pulchritudinous Ivy looks, I never really notice intil today, the way she walks makes her look like she was the queen of the world. I liked that.

"Have you seen Twitter yet?" I ask, waiting for either a scream or a sheirk come from her. Niether came, I peeked out from one of my closed eyes to see that Ivy was staring at her phone, her face smiling. Then she began to laugh, laughing like she didn't care at all.

"Do people actually believe this shit?" She ask as she sat down on the sofa, shaking her head and laughing.

"That's complete shit, a whole load of shit. I wouldn't have an affair with the people I work with, even if Olly Murs or Ed Sheeran walked right through those doors and declared their love for me!"

Staring at Ivy, I felt myself slowly falling for her.


"I mean, I would happily jump thier bones after I finish my job for them, but come on!" I said, throwing my arms in the air.

"We deal with everyday." Niall calmly said, putting his hand on my knee patting it. Niall was such a sweetheart, he really is. I think any girl who ends up with me will be a lucky girl.

"I bet you are a Femme fatale." Zayn joked as he came to sit with Niall and I. Rolling my eyes, I pushed Zayn who put his legs in my lap.

"'Cause I totally seduce men into dangerous things, I'm doing it right now to Niall." I dryly said,scoffing at Zayn who smirked at me.

"I see it, don't give in Niall. Don't give in!" Zayn dramatically said, raising his voice. Niall, who is laughing uncontrolably, was on the floor.

"Oh Ivy, my love, please take me!" Niall joked, his face flushed with laughter. Standing up, I leaned down to Niall whispering in his ear.

"Come to my room, there is some whips and chains waiting for you." I seducivetly said, blowing air into Niall's ear. Before walking away with large swaying of my hips, laughing to my self.

"Damn Niall, get you some!" I heard Zayn yell from the room as I walked into the hall not paying attention to who I was walking into.


"Fuck." The other person grunted, rubbing my nose I looked to see who the hell I hit. An tall man with shaggy hair and in need of a shave.

"Sorry love, would you know where Liam is?" The man asked. Before I could answered, Liam spoke.

"Long haired armadilo! Where have you been?" He ask,  bring the man into a hug. Staring that guy, I tired to see if he indeed look like an armadilo, he didn't.

"Looking for you, but I hit this beaut on my way." Long Hair Armadilo said, winking at me and then turned his attention back on Liam.

"Isn't she? Ivy this is Andy Samuels, Andy this Ivy Johnson our head stylist." Andy Samuels, isn't that the guy who made those My Box shirts.

"Aren't you the guy that made My Box shirts I see Liam wearing, and my twin?" I ask, Andy grinned at Liam.

"That would be me, you have a twin, aye?" He asked, my facial expression went to serious.

"She's getting married." I answered flattly, before turning away, huffing. Boys are always the same. I could hear Liam laughing at Andy saying something about how he got owned.



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