The Life Of A Stylist (Harry Styles fan fic)

2.Idol

The Life Of A Stylist Part: 2.Idol ✓

Kate P.O.V

We was finally on the airplane. It was only me, Taylor and Rose. I put rose on the left side and Taylor was on the right side. I smiled to myself thinking about my job and I have impress in order to graduate. I took out my iPad out of my carry-on bag Started taking random picture of myself and Rose. "Let's take a pic Taylor?' I asked. We started taking a lot of picture. About fifty picture I know I know we were really that bored trust me.

"Hello ladies, this is your captain speaking. We will be taking off momentarily. May I ask if you could please fasten your seat belts. Make sure all carry-on have been stowed properly..." blah blah what's all I heard. I put my carry-on this up thingy, you know what I mean. I put my iPad my away before those airplane workers are going to tell me. Taylor put Rose on her dog carrier bag. We just sat there and relax.

I checked to see how many hour are we going to stay in this airplane. About 7 hours! Shit I didn't like at all. I looked at Taylor she was writing a song. Did I mention that she writes songs and wants to be a stylist. I write songs too but once in a while. I more concentrate on my stylist career. Since, both of us were bored. I decide to write a song too. I was thinking of lyrics to put on it.

I wrote this song called "Change Your Life"

She captures her reflection then she throws the mirror on the floor

Her image is distorted screaming it is worth it anymore?

Are you scared of the things they might put you through?

Does it make you wanna hide the inner you?

You're not the only one so let them criticize

You're untouchable when you realize oh

Change, change your life, take it all

We're going to stick together no one gets through it all

Change, change your life, take it all

You're gonna use it to become what you've always known

His body starts to flicker like nobody wants to know is name

Just another sower feeling, but nobody there to feel the pain

No No No

They can rip you, bring you down, down to the sides

But they will never get the heart you hold inside hm-mmm

You're not the only one let them criticize

You're untouchable when you realize oh

chorus

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The rest of my lyrics are written down on my half Kate's style tip and the other half of my notebook is my songs. I only have about three songs. Shocking right?

I started humming on my song. Thinking of the beat and all of that. I drank Pepsi and gave Rose some dog food. "What are you writing Taylor?" I asked she smiled and replied " I wrote this song called mean" she offered me to let her read her lyrics. I liked even better than mine. She told me before we went to the airplane that she is going to buy a guitar in London so she can make beats of her songs. We talked relax watch movies so it wasn't that bad as I expected.

Then I was deep asleep. I was too tired to stay up for 7 hours sitting in these uncomfortable seats.

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"Wake up Kate!' hitting me with her pillow. I groan and realize it was time to go. Before I can even get our of this plane. I made sure my outfit was all clean and not messed up. I went to bathroom and had to do my makeup and my hair again. Luckily I use my curly iron I had on my backpack for emergency. I only curl my end since Taylor was rushing me. Sometimes she can get annoyed and impatient. I put everything away and grabbed everything I need. We grab our papers and all that shit.