Love On Tour

Las Vegas / NDA

Avalanna Carlson

I was running down the street to make it to my uber, I ordered it an hour ago. When I got to the car the driver got out, "need help with the suitcase?" he asked me, "yeah thanks" I smiled. The traffic here in Los Angeles wasn't something I felt proud of. It was just too busy.

He took my suitcase and put it in the back of the car, "thanks" I said and got inside the car. He got in, "I'm going to the airport" I told him, and he drove away. "Vacation?" he asked me, "work" I answered.

"where are you going?" he was curious, most drivers didn't even ask or were not talking at all. I loved talking so the fact that he was being open and curious didn't annoy me. "Las Vegas" I said, he nodded.

When I walked through security in the airport I got a call, I looked at the caller id. It was the man who hired me, Jeffrey. I just graduated from college five months ago.

I've been working in design and styling since in some of my favourite brands ever. I've been lucky enough to work at Gucci, Bode, Versace and a few more huge companies.

I studied fashion here in Los Angeles, I loved styling and so I applied for this job two months ago. The process was long since I was going to work with one of the biggest singers. I was basically going to be on the road with a singer, helping out styling him for each of his shows. I didn't know who it was at first, not until a week ago.

Harry Styles.

When I read it, it didn't really bother me. I knew a lot of celebrities by now, some were rude to people like me. I was young and their opinion was often the same, that I didn't know a thing about fashion and style.

But I was fine with it being him, I've never really met him but online he seemed really kind and funny. But I also knew I wasn't even going to be near him, I was working in the back, I was preparing his outfits before each show.

"Hello" I said, "hi Avalanna" Jeffrey said.

I met Jeffrey a week ago, he was Harry's manager and friend. He seemed nice too. "You're on your way?" he asked me, "I'm boarding my flight in ten minutes" I told him, "great" he said. "I'll have someone pick you up, the first show starts tomorrow, I'll have you meet the stylist, his name is Harry but he goes by Lambert" Jeffrey said. "Alright, thanks" I said, "good, I'll see you" Jeffrey said, "bye" I said, he hung up.

The plane ride was fine and when I landed and went to get my suitcase I saw a text from Jeffrey. A car was waiting for me, I knew we were mostly travelling by bus. He told me about almost everything.

The car stopped by the arena, I got out and saw a guy approaching me. "Jeffrey" I just said, "hey" he smiled, "I'll have a security take your stuff later, I'll give you a tour of what's going to be your life for the next three months" he told me. "I'm excited," I said as I walked with him closer to the entrance of the arena.

"So Harry Lambert, I'm sure you're aware of who he is?" Jeffrey asked me, "I know him yeah, met him twice" I nodded, "Through Gucci, right?" He asked me, "yes" I nodded. "Good cause most of the suits, clothes are from Gucci," Jeffrey said. "But Lambert will know way more than me," he told me, as we walked into the room.

It was a dressing room, it had a long rack of clothes in plastic bags. "He will be here soon to go through it with you" Jeffrey said, "but basically your job will be to assist him, help out with getting the clothes ironed before shows, if there's any problems you'll help out" Jeffrey told me.