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?


2. The cafe

Their new stylist:

The café


Hannah's POV:

I wake up the next morning to sunlight seeping through my curtains. I stretch my arms and look at my clock. 11. Damn. I hop in the shower. I get out and do my morning routine.

(I always put a picture of the outfit in comments. My laptops dumb and wont let me put pictures in the story. I spend a lot of time on them so please check them out. I make them on Polyvore my account is piercetheveil-sleepingwithsirens)

I slip on a green/blue/pink/orange/purple/black Aztec style bralet, a pair of dark wash skinny jeans, a necklace with three hearts inside each other with rhinestones, and nude high heels. I put on foundation lightly so it wasn't caked on, but made me look flawless, light purple eye shadow, eyeliner on the top in a very thin line then I put some on my water line and below it very thinly and connect the top and bottom. I add mascara, fill in my eyebrows, a light pink lipstick, and lip-gloss.

I straighten my hair then but it in a neat high bun. I add a green bow in the back that matches the green in my top.

I skip breakfast. I need to lose a few pounds anyways. I go to the bathroom and step on the scale. (I don't know the UK's measuring system so I'll use the US's) 120 pounds. I'm 5'5. Five pounds to lose.

What should I do today? My stomach starts growling so I decide to go out to a café. I grab my keys, and wallet. Phone gets shoved in pocket then I walk out. I walk around for about five minutes before deciding on this little café.

It's empty besides for five people with sunglasses and jackets on. I sit at the bar thingy.

"What would you like?" A girl about my age ask me. I give her my order.

"Oh and by the way I LOVE your outfit. Your hair and makeup is pretty too." She compliments.

"Aw thanks! I want to be a stylist. Just need to find a job." I smile. She's really pretty.

"You're welcome! Good luck, you'd be amazing at it." She winks at me and walks away with my order. I look over at the five boys and see them staring at me whispering to each other. Weird. I suddenly feel very self-conscious.

One of them walks over to me.

"HELLO! We over heard your conversation with that girl. We need a stylist." He says in a preppy, LOUD voice.

"Umm hey. Okay? Who are we?" I ask.

"One Direction." He says. He motions for the boys over. They take off the hats and sunglasses.

"Okay? Should I know who you are? Oh yeah! Yesterday those people were chasing after you." I say remembering.

"Wow... So yes?" He ask.

"Umm I guess if your bosses are cool with it." I smile. YES A JOB!

"AWESOME!" Blondie says. Ohh Irish! They all high five and cheer. They give me a card thing then go sit down.

The chick comes back. She gives me the food.

"Thanks!" I say.

"Welcome." She smiles and walks away. I eat, pay then leave.


At home I decide to call the number on the card One Direction gave me.

(Convo, M=me P=person)

P=Hello? How my I help you?

M= Hi, umm One Direction gave me this card. They said they need a stylist.

P=Ahh you must be very pretty for them to notice you. So when can you come in for an interview?

M=Thank you *Blushing* Umm anytime."

P= Tomorrow at noon?

M=Perfect thanks!


OMG! I gotta interview! I do a happy dance then watch TV until I go to bed.



Sorry it's short :) I'll update again today probably

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