Dressing Up or Dressing Down? (One Direction/Lou Teasdale)

Melody is just an ordinary girl, or so she hopes. Her dream is to become a stylist, but after a traumatic experience it was locked in her inner closet. What will happen when she moves to London to be mentored by the famous Lou Teasdale, her idol? What will become of her when she meets the five lads everyone wants to meet? No one knows, except Fate.


13. Running In Heels

“Yeah. Don’t worry. I’ll wake her up.” I heard his voice from somewhere. I didn’t want to open my eyes yet. I had a headache from crying last night. I have the shoot today and then I’m flying to South Africa the next morning with five boys whom I’ve known for little less than a week. I opened my eyes to find the living room. I couldn’t see him, but he was still talking to Lou. I sat up and almost fell off the couch again. To be honest, I was surprised I didn’t fall off somewhere through the night. I rubbed my eyes, trying to clear my vision. I saw a glass of water and two pills on the table in front of me. How did he know? I quickly downed the pills and ran upstairs. I jumped into a hot shower, trying to clear my mind. There was a knock on the door.

“You okay in there?” he asked softly.

“Sort of.” I said. I was okay, but it didn’t feel like it.

“Lou said the shoot starts in an hour at her studio.”

“Okay,” I said getting out of the shower and wrapping my towel around me. I opened the door to find him still standing there.

“Good morning, by the way.” He said smirking.

“Uhm, good morning.” I said not knowing what to do. He smiled at me and walked to my room. Where did he think he was going? I walked into my room and found some clothes laid out for me. “What is this?” I asked holding up some skimpy looking top.

“I had instructions from Lou. Get dressed. We need to leave soon.” He said smirking at me. I went back to the bathroom and got changed. I was wearing a white tank top with a ripped black one over it and some ripped white skinny jeans. I walked back to my room and dug through my closet to find my converse nowhere in sight.

“What are you looking for?” he asked still sitting on my bed.

“My converse that I can’t seem to find.” I said standing up.

“Lou said to where heels.” He stated.

“I hate heels.” I sighed pulling on the black pair from the previous time.

“Wow, you are different.” He chuckled. I was struggling with my necklace again when I felt a hand on top of mine. “How do you put this on when I’m not around?” he asked clasping it in place.

“So far you’ve been here every morning.” I stated. I put the bracelet on and stumbled down the stairs.

“Are you okay there?” he asked chuckling at me again.

“Yes. This is way I don’t wear damn heels. I always end up making a fool of myself.” I said pulling them off and carrying them in my hand.

“Well, I do remember one morning where you were running in those exact same pair.” He said pointing to the shoes.

“I remember Liam telling you to contain yourself. What was that all about?” I asked as I saw his eyes widen.

“Never mind that. Are you ready to go?” he asked dodging my question.

“Yeah.” I said walking out the door still carrying my heels in my hand.


I was staring out of the window when I felt a hand on my thigh. I froze for a second still staring out of the window, but relaxed a few second later. I turned to face him. He smiled at me and then turned back to the road.

“Are you nervous?” he asked.

“A little, but not much.” I answered truthfully.

“You’ll do great, I know it.” He said and squeezed my thigh.

“Thanks, Harry.” I sighed. We pulled up to the studio a few minutes later. I just stared at the building.

“Do you want me to come with you?” he asked as I got out.

“No, its fine. You need to go pack. We’re leaving tomorrow, remember?” I shrugged.

“Oh yeah. Call me when your finished and I’ll come get you.” He said.

“Sure, thanks again.”

“No problem.”

“See you later, Harry.” I said and gave a small wave.

“Bye.” I walked up to the front desk and was greeted by the sight of Chelsea. I nodded at her and she scoffed. Attractive, I thought as I walked to the make up department.

“You’re early.” Lou said surprised. “I should get Harry to wake you up more often.”

“Good morning Lou.” I said sitting down next to my kit.

“I like the outfit.” She said.

“Harry said you gave him instructions and told him to tell me to wear heels…” I said trailing off.

“And you actually believed him?” she asked disbelievingly.

“I did right up until now.” I said face palming.

“At least he’s got good taste.” She said approvingly.

“Yeah.” I said as some anorexic looking girl came through the door.

“I’m hear for the shoots’ make up.” She snorted. This is going to be a long day.

“Over hear.” I said pointing to the chair in front of me.


“You did an amazing job, Melody!” Lou said showing me the photos we got given.

“Thanks, Lou.” I said slumping in my chair. I was exhausted to say the least.

“Do you need a ride home?” she asked.

“Harry said he’ll come pick me up, but thanks anyway.” I said texting Harry.

“You’re leaving for South Africa in the morning, right?” she asked putting her stuff away.

“Yes, why?”

“Just asking. Remember to take lots of photos. I want to see everything.” She said.

“Of course I will.” I said as there was a knock on the door.

“Yeah, come in!” Lou shouted. The door creaked open and Harry came in with his hands over his face. “You can open your eyes, Harry. This isn’t the wardrobe.” She said rolling her eyes.

“Thank god! I’ve been in four different rooms and every time I opened a door some model in only her underwear was standing in front of me.” he sighed.

“Serves you right for not knocking.” She laughed.

“What did I just do before coming in here?” he asked.

“Whatever, Harry.” She said picking up her bag and keys.

“We should get going.” She said giving me the photos.

“Yeah. Thanks Lou. Bye.” I said.

“Bye Lou!” Harry shouted already outside of the door. I followed after him. He was acting stranger than usual. We rounded a corner and he pulled me into, what I’m guessing was a broom closet.

“Hi.” he whispered. His breath fanning over my face. He was staring into my eyes as his shone with the little light in the room.

“Hi.” I said.

“I missed you.” He said putting his hands on my waist and pulling me closer to him.

“I didn’t miss you.” I said receiving a frown. “I didn’t get time to.”

“Maybe this will change that.” He said crashing his lips to mine. It felt so right, but so wrong at the same time. I pulled away a few seconds later, just staring at him confused. I didn’t understand what was happening. No one has ever done this to me.

“We should get going.” I said wiggling out of his grip and walking down the hall to the parking lot. He was following me closely. We got in the car and sped off to my house.

I walked inside and found four boys sitting at the tv.

“Hey, Melody. You up for that game of FIFA you promised me?” Louis asked.

“Yeah, sure.” I said picking up a controller. We played until around 9pm.

“You kicked my arse again!” he exclaimed.

“Yep. You guys should get going. We’re leaving early tomorrow morning.” I yawned switching the console off.

“Yeah. Have a good night Melody.” Zayn said.

“Thanks for the game.”

“See you in the morning.” They said walking out the door. Except for Harry.

“Let me guess, you’re not leaving.” I sighed as I closed the door.

“Nope.” He said popping the ‘p’.

“Well, I’m going to bed.” I said walking up the stairs. I changed quickly and climbed into my bed. A sigh escaping my lips as I pulled the duvet under my chin. He came into my room and sat down next to me.

“Sweat dreams, Melody.” He said kissing my forehead. He got up again and headed towards the door.

“Wait, where are you going?” I asked sitting up again.

“To the couch.” He shrugged.

“You don’t have to sleep there. The bed is big enough for both of us.” I sighed knowing where this might lead.

“Are you sure?” he asked.

“Yes, I don’t want you to sleep on the couch.” I said closing my eyes. I felt the bed sink and sure enough when I opened my eyes he was laying next to me.

“Goodnight Harry.”

“Goodnight, Melody.” He said closing his eyes.

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