Perfect {Harry Styles}

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     It was during the summer when my life drastically turned upside down, without my awareness. I mean, I knew what was happening, I just didn't care about the outcome. I was too caught up with the present that I didn't even get time to think about the future. Or what I really wanted. But it was after all the fun and games, when I realized, what I wanted was most certainly not what he wanted.

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Summer 2013

     I unzip my suitcase, messily spreading out all the t-shirts on the tour bus floor. I sighed with relief, finally making it to my destination. Long story short, I flew into LA all the way from London, my connecting flight got three hours delayed, and when I got here there was a lot of traffic, causing me to be more than five hours late.

     But I'm finally here, and I couldn't be happier. I'm good friends with Sam, Lou's sister, and when Lou found out about my talent, she asked if I wanted to be her assistant. I couldn't say no, she said she got to travel all around the world. That has been my dream for so long, and now I get to do my two favorite things. So I packed my bags, and traveled from the other side of the world.

      So now I'm sat here, unpacking all the clothing that I hauled with me in my heavy suitcase. Excited to start out my new life. With quite difficulty, I stand up and brush whatever was there off my butt, it's something I do when I stand up after sitting on a floor, don't ask me why.

      The small door flings open and a woman who looks a lot like Sam stood there, with a smile and a baby.

     "Hiya! You must be Elle?" she chirped, placing her daughter on the floor. She quickly jogs over to me, and wraps her skinny arms around me.

     "It's nice to finally meet you! Yes, I'm Elle," I let out a nervous laugh. I wasn't so bad at socializing, I was just anxious about whether or not she would like my works. She rubs my back and breaks the hug, her tattooed hands make their way on my shoulders and she gives them a tight squeeze.

     "Don't be scared, Sam showed me some of your works, they're absolutely fantastic! I've been looking for someone like you my whole life! Haha," Lou laughed. We talked for a while before she decided to give me a tour of the place and such. She left Lux, her baby, with some other staff members, and soon we started our expedition. We were currently in the Staples Center. The boys could be heard rehearsing, although I could hear a lot of laughter and screams. Maybe not rehearsing as much.

     We walked past the backstage and on to the 'floor' section. I looked around, admiring the capacity that could be filled out every night, all these people just to watch five guys sing. I pulled my phone out, and took a picture, recording what my life was going to be like for the next months.

     We kept walking down the aisle, passing all the seats that would be full in a couple of hours. We stopped when we got to the large stage, which was currently taken by the five guys who were singing. Lou waited until they were done, so that I could finally meet my next clients for tour.

     "Ey up lads, this is Elle. My new assistant, she's from London," Lou smiled. She placed her arm on my back and nudged me a bit. So I walked up to them. The five of them lined up. 

     "Hi guys!" I chirp. I did know who they were, I did some research before flying out here. There's Harry, Louis, Liam, Zayn, and Niall.

     "Hello, love. I'm Louis, that's Harry, Zayn, Niall, and Liam," Louis reached over for a quick hug. I hugged all of them, exchanging our quick hellos. We walked off, Lou concluding that she was hungry. With every footstep a new note was made from the music, and with every footstep it got quieter.

     After a lot of sauntering, we made it to the lunch room. Sarah's Kitchen was offering all sorts of foods, which I stuffed on my plate. It's been twelve hours since I've eaten, so I had my excuse.

     I ate my mashed potatoes, my thumb hovering over my phone screen, as I scrolled down my Instagram feed. I must've been sat there for a while because the rowdy boys all walked in with sweat dripping down their warm bodies. The swarm attacked the food table, I laughed, reminding myself that that was probably what I looked like.

     I noticed the lanky mop of curls walk over to my table. His long, tattooed arm reached out and grabbed the chair. Pulling it out and taking a seat.

     "Hello," the word casually rolling off his tongue.

     "Hi Harry," I replied, shutting my phone off and facing him. I wasn't that sort of person to have a conversation with my phone turned on, and having half of my attention on the phone, and the other half on the speaker. So I did the right thing, and slipped it in my pocket, struggling a bit since I was sat down, and my pocket was folded.

     "I couldn't help but notice, are those Saint Laurent's?" he pointed to my boots. I giggled and nodded. Hallelujah, maybe he liked them as much as I do.

     One thing about me is that I love fashion, and I've known it since I was very young. I would always buy magazines, and then get lost in the different textures, colors, and patterns. But when I got to high school I found another equally-loved passion, makeup. Since then, my whole life has revolved around outfits and makeup.

     "Did you see their Spring 2013 Ready-To-Wear collection? It's amazing!" Harry admired. I vigorously nodded and excitedly replied with a yes.

     We sat there for a few minutes, me eating my food, and Harry scrolling through his phone, occasionally texting. His thumbs rapidly tapping the small letters. Sometimes I felt him stare at me, and my stomach would suddenly erupt in small butterflies. My cheeks turning rosy.

     "I think we're going to get on really well, Elle," he chuckled, his pink lips turning into a toothy smile. His dimples burying into his cheeks, becoming extremely prominent. Why does he look so much like an angel?