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18 year old Emily was always an ambitious girl. With long brown hair, deep brown eyes, she could have cruised through life with her good looks, but instead she pushed herself further and accomplished all that she wanted. She never felt the need to have a man in her life, but when she meets Harry Styles, all if that changes. Her life becomes a roller coaster ride that won't end. Harry brings her hate, and he brings her love. But when one of his fellow band mates falls for her too, will it all change?


1. Jacques

Emily's POV

Throughout my life, I knew that if I put my mind to something, I could accomplish it. And I would never let anyone or anything get in my way. I grew up in a good home, with a beautiful family, but it never seemed like enough for me. I felt like I was suffocating and I needed to get out. When my parents wanted me to pursue becoming a doctor or a lawyer they stopped paying for my design classes. So I got a job and payed for them myself. If you want something go after it, right? So I did. Which brought me out of my comfortable city in Canada and into to competitive world of fashion in London. Everyone expected me to go to New York, or Milan to follow this dream, but my whole life I had been fascinated by England. So I did it. It was thrilling and I thrived. I always thrived. And then I met him. And everything changed. 

I was no longer the innocent 18 year old girl that had first arrived in London. I was now 20 years old and making a name for myself. I had made connections with the biggest names in the entertainment business. Like Simon Cowell. Simon had signed a boy band called One Direction as soon as the X Factor of 2010 had finished. And now they were international celebrities. I had to admit that they were all very good looking, and if one of their songs came on the radio, I could sing along. I was a year younger than Harry, their youngest member, who was now 21. Everyone had expected them to fizzle after their first couple years in the spotlight, but they remained on top. The X Factor was dedicating an episode to their most successful contestants, and in order to boost my name even more, Simon asked me to design all the boys outfits for the show. It was an offer that I couldn't refuse. I remember squealing into the phone line a little girl, while Simon moaned and told me not to make him regret this decision. This was going to make my label, Jacques, on top of all the other designers out there. 

Jacques was a weird name for a women's clothing line, but when the rich and famous heard of my cause and saw the designs, they couldn't get their credit cards out fast enough. When I was 14 I met a boy. His name was Jacques  He was a beautiful French exchange student. He changed my world. His deep green eyes, and dark hair mesmerized me. The accent helped too. It was the first time I had ever focused my energy on something other than my future. Jacques taught me how to relax, how to have fun, yet still focus on what I wanted. When I was sixteen, my Grandmother passed away. She was my everything. When I was fighting with my parents or my brother I could just run down the block to her house and she would make me a cup of tea and hold me while I cried. When I almost had to drop out of design classes, she came to my rescue again and convinced my grandpa to lend me money. I paid back every cent. What made it worse is that I didn't want grandpa to be alone. But the whole time, Jacques was there to hold me and make sure I was okay. And we fell in love. We made promises of a future together. He put aside his hate for the English and said he would come to England with me. We would live the rest of our lives together. But it was a dream that would never happen. Later that year, Jacques was diagnosed with leukemia. I sat by his bed every single night, promising to keep our dream alive. He always told me that he would make it through, just for me. But every day, I saw him weakening and it killed me. My one true love was about to leave me. I would be alone for the rest of my life. I got the call at 2 am on January 3rd. My 17th birthday. He was gone. 

I've told that story countless times in countless interviews. I will never stop telling his story. So I named my brand after him. 25% of every single sale would go to Cancer research. It made celebrities sleep better at night, knowing they were contributing to a cause, and it made me feel like I was keeping him with me. 

When I walked into the studio, I almost choked on the hot Chai that I was sipping on. There before me were five gorgeous men. Harry, Niall, Louis, Liam, and Zayn all looked up in alarm as I tried not to spit out my tea. Louis let out a laugh, breaking the ice. I had a feeling he had special talent for keeping the mood cheerful. Simon came into the room.

"Oh! Good, you're here!" He pulled me into a bear hug. Simon had felt like an uncle to me  since I met him. I was a little lost at times when I first arrived in London, but he always found a way to pick me back up again. He turned to the boys and one by one, he introduced them to me. The Irish blonde, Niall was first. His blue eyes were friendly and made me calm down a little bit. I was more nervous than I let on. He shook my hand and told me he couldn't wait to see my designs. And then he went back to eating his bag of Doritos. Next, Louis. He pulled me into a hug right away. Crazy guy. Then the one that looked like a puppy embraced me. Liam. Second to last was Zayn. He gave me a cute smile and I got lost in his deep eyes for a second. I looked away quickly, blushing. He smiled again, completely aware of what he had just done to me. I cleared my throat and moved onto the last of them, Harry. He looked up, flicking his dark curls out of his eyes. Oh, his eyes. They were the same green of Jacques. I almost fainted. But he pulled me into a deep hug, keeping me stable.When he pulled back, I refused to look into his eyes again. I couldn't do it. Memories of Jacques were starting to flood my mind, and it was breaking my heart all over again. When a hand touched my shoulder, I snapped out of it. 

"Emily?" Harry's raspy voice called. He had raised his eyebrows in confusion. He probably just thought I was fan girling. I smiled and nodded. I sat them down on the couch and reached for my sketch book. 

"So lately you guys have been throwing a lot more colour into your wardrobes, and as sweet as it looks when it's all co-ordinated, I thought, since this is an episode that is honouring where you came from, we would go back to your original, and classic style. I tagged all the pages that show my sketches for the show." I opened the sketch book and passed it to Zayn, who winked at me and took it.

"Wow, Emily, these are really good!" Zayn exclaimed, smiling as he flipped the pages.

"Let me see!" Louis grabbed the book from Zayn, who glared at him, trying to pull it back.

"Hey! I was looking at that." Harry cleared his throat and smiled at me, apologetically. The boys calmed down again. Again, Harry was last. His clear green eyes taking in my sketches. I was talking to Niall so I wasn't really paying attention.

"Did you sketch everything in here?" Harry inquired, turning the book around, showing the boys. He had flipped to a picture that I had drawn of Jacques, in the drivers seat, his head thrown back, laughing at something I had said. Now it was my turn to clear my throat.

"I said the tagged pages." As I snatched the book back. Harry looked at me, his eyes turning cold, just as Jacques did whenever I was angry with him. "It's okay." I said to the curly haired boy, causing his eyes to light up again.


That night, when I got home, I was exhausted. The boys had invited me out to drinks after we decided which designs we were going to use. I wasn't tipsy anymore, but I was ready to sleep, that was for sure. As I dozed off, the only thing in my mind was the image of Harry Styles and his piercing green eyes. 

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