Their new stylist

Hannah just turned eighteen and can finally move away from her parents. But when she moves from Connecticut to London she finds herself unemployed. Her parents gave her money to buy a flat but that'd only last a month or two. Hannah wants to do something with fashion, and makeup. That's what she's always been good at. But it is basically impossible to find a job like that in London. One Direction's old stylist just had to quit to take care of her daughter more. And in the music business you have to look your best. They are about to go on another tour too, with the new band 5Sos. So what happens when their two worlds collide?


1. Moving and problems

Their new stylist:

Moving and problems


Hannah's POV:

I grab my last bag off the airplane. After I hail a taxi I stuff my bags in the trunk.


When the taxi stops, the driver hands me my bags. I walk into a small, but cozy looking building.

"Hello? Umm I'm new here but I own an apartment. My name is Hannah Rodrigues." I tell the lady at the front desk.

"Oh, hello! Your flat is D5 on floor four. There are five levels, five apartments on each one. Since we just opened only five are taken. Here's your key." She hands me the key.

"Cool. Thanks." I smile at her. I go on the elevator. Ding. Ding. Ding. Ding. Now time to find mine.

D1. D2. D3. D4. Oooh here we are D5. I walk into the fully furnace room. I set my stuff down in the hall like area. A bathroom, decent sized bedroom, living room, nice kitchen, dining room.

I unpack what I'll need for today and tomorrow. Which is just clothes, and toiletries. I'll eventually do the rest. Hmm what should I eat? Nandos! I grab my phone, keys and wallet then start walking. After I order my food I hear a bunch of screaming girls outside. I walk to the glass window and see millions of girls holding signs.

"One Direction." A worker says sweeping the floor.

"Who?" I ask confused.

"One Direction. You've never heard of them? Every teenage girl, well every girl of any age is in love with them." He says. I nod.

"Are they always like that?" I ask looking at the screaming girls.

"Only because they are in town. They'll be gone in a few weeks." He says. He walks away to sweep another part of the restaurant.

"HANNAH!" I hear my name get called. I grab my food and walk home.


Zayn's POV:

URGH! I love the fans but they never leave us alone! Lou just quit to take better care of Lux, and we are about to go on tour again! Liam, Harry, me, Niall, and Louis are sitting in our hotel room watching TV. Well trying. The fans are so loud so we can barely hear it.

We give up on the Telly and go into our own rooms. I go on my tablet to try to find someone who can be our stylist. That isn't a fan girl. But with my luck the only stylist that aren't fan girls are 60 year olds.

I turn it off and decide to go to bed.



Hey guys! The idea for this story popped into my head. Hope you like it :)



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