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.


2. Charm

Tess's POV

Seriously? A kiss on the hand? His green eyes meet my and I give him a very unamused look. His cheeky little grin fades and he steps back. I smirk a little victory smirk to myself. 

"She'll be joining us for the rest of the North America leg of the tour. I'll show you to your room,"Lou says as she escorts me out. 

My room is right next the room we just exited. It has a kitchen area, TV area, and another room with a king size bed. 

"Sorry to rush you  love, but the boys have a show and we gotta be there for sound check then dress rehearsals and stuff like that. So can you meet us in the lobby in like 20?"Lou ask while checking her watch. I just nod and she waves and leaves.

I quickly take a shower and wipe off my face. I decided to wear my hair in a low ponytail with a cheetah print headband. I quickly change into my black skinny jeans,a tank top that shows a little of the skin above the jeans that says "Classy sassy&a bit smart assy" and black and white vans. I apply my usual make up and skip out the door. 

I walk into the elevator with none other than Mr. Kiss On The Hand himself. 

"Nice shirt,"he smirks at me. 

"I think so,"I remark back. 

"I don't think I properly introduced myself,"he said turing to me,"I'm Harry." 

I turn to face him,"yeah I know,I don't live under a rock." He laughs a little at my remark and just keeps staring into my eyes.

"What?"I question him while crinkling  my eyebrows. 

"There's something different about you Tess,"he begins while crossing his arms, "my charm usually has girls instantly falling all over me.But not you. You have a boyfriend at home or something who you're madly in love with so my charm just does effect you?" 

I take a step closer to him so our faces are a few inches apart. Harry stares in my eyes then to my lips. "No I don't Styles," I say quietly,"and I don't fall in love." 

The elevator door dinged opened and I strutted out of there.  


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