a boy bands stylist

Ellie is 19, she is a celebrity stylist. she got fired from her last celebrity so she is broke and looking for a job, she has university so she studies from home. the newest boy band needs a new stylist. she writes the application and sends it in. she didn't think she would get the job, but she did. she has a job and she sees the boys for what they really are backstage.


3. hanging out

I was back at my house with Belle and Beau studying when the doorbell rang. i sighed as Beau ran at the door and Belle started yapping again. "BELLE SHUT UP!!" I shouted and walked to the door. "Beau down," i snapped. i opened the door and saw the George. "HELLO!!" George shouted. "hi George, what you doing here?" i asked them.

"I came to get to know you more, and just to hang out," he said.

"ok, come in," i said and he came in. Beau ran and jumped up at him and started barking. "sorry he's not used to new people," i said.

"it's ok, he's cute," George said. i picked up Belle and Beau and carried them into the living room. i put them down and Beau ran over to George. i giggled and George picked him up and Beau settled on his lap. Belle ran over to him and settled down on his feet. George looked at my maths textbook. "are you still at school?" he asked me. i shook my head. 

"Uni, but i study from home, because of my job," i said. he nodded. "what do you wanna do?" George asked me. i shrugged my shoulders. "all i was doing was studying, i was about to take the dogs for a walk," i said. 

"can we take them for a walk?" he asked me. i nodded and went into the hallway and grabbed the leashes. i clipped it onto Beau's Collar and handed it to George. i clipped on Belle's and we headed out. "so why did only you come George?" i asked him. he shrugged. "I just wanted to get to know you," he said. i nodded. i knew that wasn't the real reason. i knew what it was. suddenly i realised i had left my jacket at home. i shivered and George saw and slipped off his hoodie and handed it to me. i thanked him and put it on. "so you worked for the Wanted," he asked. i nodded. "for about six months, then got fired," i said.

"what for?" he asked me. for arguing with Tom, and he exaggerated to his management and i was back home, struggling with student fees and out of a job," i said.

"oh," he said. i nodded and looked down.

"it's hard," i sniffed. he looked at me and grabbed my hand.

"I'll make sure you don't get fired," he said.

"thanks George," i said.

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