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.


10. Yellow

"Look at the stars, Look how they shine for you, And everything yo do, Yeah they were all yellow, I came along I wrote a song for you, And all the things you do, And it was called yellow."

"Can I please, please get a kiss?" Harry asked as he laid his head on my belly. Looking down at Harry from my book, I glared at him.

"How many times do I have to say no?" I stated, going back to read my book.

"Intill you say yes, love." Harry whined as he huffed and stared at me. Closing my book, I petted Harry's hair, something my mother would do when I was upset. Harry moaned a little as he turned his head, nuzzling into my stomach.

"That's not going happen, babe." I said, laughing a little at the scene before me. If someone were to walk by, they would think we where lovers, deeply in love with each other.

"Can I ask you a question?" Harry ask, his green eyes meeting mine.


"Do you remember us kissing?" He asked, his head popped up on his hand watching me. Turning my head, I thought for minutes.

"I can't say I do, Harry. I was extremely drunk." I answered, turning back to see that Harry was now mere inches away from my face.

"I do, it was breath taking." Harry mummer as he leaned down, my eyes fluttered close as my heart beat raised with each beat. The second Harry pressed his lips against mine, I knew I was in trouble.

It was perfect, Harry lips gently added pressure to mine, one of his hands gather my hair well his elbow balanced out his weight and the other hand on the side of my neck and cheek, holding my head as we kissed. Harry pulled back so we could catch our breath, his forehead leaned on mine, his nose brushing mine.

"Does that refresh anything?" He asked, shaking my head no. Harry grinned.

"Maybe this will." Harry pressed his lips back me, our breaths mixing with each other, our hands tracing patterns into our skins. We looked like we have been deprived of kissing, we have in a way.

"Ivy, time to get up." Harry whispers in my ear. Snapping my eyes open, I look around to see that Harry was laying next to me with one hand behind his head and the other on my book. Did I just dream that I made out with Harry?


Watching Ivy sleep was a little creepy, but I didn't care. She was so peaceful when she slept. Leaning down I pressed my lips to hers, just so I could make sure she was really. Pulling back, I laid down next to her. Grabbing the book the laid next to my Sleeping Beauty, I began to read. My mind drifted off, thinking I could get us to this. To laying in bed with Ivy, to spending my nights with her just like this.

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