I Don't Fall In Love

It was May. I was home from my sophomore year of college and I was jobless and bored as hell. I was job surfing when I stumbled across a hair styling assistant job for One Direction when they were going on their tour in North America. What the fuck. Might as well apply.

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1. Application

Tess's POV

Hey. The name's Tess and I'm a 19,almost 20, college student who really wants to just drop out but my parents want "what's best for my future." Whatever. My friends say I have enough sass for an army and I'm a pretty tough girl,especially when it comes to bullshit things like relationships and love. My friends have told me I have a good sense of humor, mainly it stems of sarcasm and my over-dramatization when I tell stories. I have very dark,black hair that's shoulder length when it's straight,which it always is because since I'm half black and half white my natural hair is a crazy hot mess. My eyes are this weird light-ish brown color with blue tinted ring around them. I have legs for days due to the fact that I'm 5 foot 10 inches.

 It's summer time now and I'm back in California searching for a job. One that is hopefully far away from this shitty town I live in. 

I've been lazily searching for jobs online for hours when I stumble across one for an assistant hair stylist. Hair has always been something I've been interested in so I click on the ad. Apparently it's for One Direction when they start their tour in North America. It will start June 7th and last until the 10th of August. Perfect! A job that will have my travel,just what I needed. I quickly applied and prayed to the heavens that I'd get this job. 

One Month Later.

So I got the job! And I was all packed for my months of travel. I was scheduled to meet everyone (the boys and crew) at the hotel they were staying at in Mexico City in the later afternoon. My flight was in the morning and I couldn't rush out the door fast enough. My outfit of choice was some black crop yoga pants and a tight,pink v neck shirt which showed off a little more than my mother approved of. But hey,if you got 'em,flaunt 'em. 

The flight was pretty boring and the limo ride there was very lavish. I entered the lobby of the hotel and was taken back how gorgeous it was. I'm met by a women named Lou who is technically my boss. 

"Hello,love. You must be Tess,"she smiles at me and extends her hand. 

I shake it gently,"yeah I am, thank you so much for hiring me." 

As we make our way up the room she explains to me how everything is going to work. Basically I'm like her right-hand women for the tour. We go to every show and interview the boys have. I start tonight with their first show in North America and I'm pretty nervous. As we walk down the hallway to the room I hear voices. Lou puts in the room key and opens the door and I see 5 pairs of eyes look at me. 

Harry's POV

Dibs. I called her, well in my head anyways. Lou's new assistant hairstylist was hot. She was tall,curvy,and almost exotic looking. Her dark hair was pulled up in a messy bun and had a headband on. Her yoga pants showed off her long,long legs and her tight shirt hugged her curves and showed off her assets. 

"Hi! I'm Tess,"she chirped. Hell yeah,an American accent,even hotter. 

"Hello,"we all chime back at her. We all go up to introduce herself and I made myself last. 

"Pleasure," I smile cheekily at her and kiss her hand. She just raises her eyebrow, unimpressed. Usually girls melted if my lips even touched them.

A challenge? Don't mind if I do.

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