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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2. What You Know

"In a few weeks I will get time, To realize it's right before my eyes, And I can take it if it's what I want to do,
I am leaving, this is starting to feel like, It's right before my eyes,And I can taste it, it's my sweet beginning"

I hummed along as I wrote down the boys the names, the measuring tape dangling around my neck. I could feel the stares of the five boys, burning into my head.

"So Ivy, how old are you?" Louis's high male voice asked from his spot. 

"21." The boys all shared the common "Nice."

"So who wants to get measured first?" I ask, looking up at all the boys. Harry seemed to just staring me down, what the hell was his problem? Niall raised his hand, waving it around like an idiot. Smiling at Niall, I nodded. The blond boy danced his way over to me, chocolate at the corners of his mouth. Licking my thumb, I brushed away the chocolate from the Irish boy's face. Niall blushed and laughed. 

"So where are you from?" Zayn asked as I measured Niall's hips.

"Leeds, born and raised." I answered as I wrote down Niall's measurements. It went on like this: the boys would ask me questions and I would reply to them as I measured one of the boys. 

"What's your favorite color?"

"Purple."

"Who's your favorite band?"

"Two Door Cinema Club."

"Are you currently in a relationship?" Harry asked, as I measured his crouch. 

"Yeah, my pillow." I joked, pulling away from Harry's lower part. He was cute, that was for sure. He had the most beautiful eyes, for a guy.

Harry.

It took everything in my body not to grab Ivy's head and bring it up to my lips. 

"Ivy, what are you doing after this?" I ask, hoping to God that she wasn't doing anything. Ivy paused as she wrote down measurements on her tablet.

"Nothing that I can think of, why?" She asked, turning to face me with that beautiful face.

"Do you want to hang out with the Lads and I?" I ask, Ivy's checks flushed pink,

"Sorry Loves, I don't think I'll have time. I just remember I have a date." Ivy quickly said as she packed her stuff. My checks burned with hurt.

"A date with your pillow?" Louis asked, all the lads laughed but me. Ivy flushed even redder and nodded. 

"Yeah, you boys know. It's rude to miss a date." She joked as she slid her bag onto her shoulder. "Well, uh, it was nice to met you lads. See you bright and early tomorrow morning." With that Ivy walked out of the door, but not out of my my heart.

I don't think she will ever will.

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