Shades Of Styles

The replacement

Okay, I'm rewriting this. I was like a dumb teenager when I wrote this and now that I'm a little bit more experienced, I think I should rewrite this. Same idea, better writing. I've had this account for over 6 years, I started writing when I was 14. Please forgive the shitty writing and bad grammar and just, all of it. I hope that in my newer imagines you can truly see that's I've grown as a writer. The original will be first and the rewrite will be after it. I just want to be able to compare my teenage self to my current writing and see the improvements so, sorry for the inconvenience but please enjoy.
Thanks. ❤️

It's my first day on the job and I'm so excited. I can not wait to work with Louise Teasdale! I love her work so much. She hired me to replace her when she leaves in a few months. She's going to show me the run around for the people she works with. She works with One Direction, they're a good band, I like their music but I've never actually been into them.

I walk into the building and Louise is standing, waiting for me.

"Hi Louise, great to see you again" I smile.

"Great to see you too (y/n), now listen. The boys are finding it hard to understand why I'm leaving so they may be a little rude to you because you're my replacement. They'll eventually like you, I promise." She assures me but I get nervous anyways. I don't want them to hate me. We walk through a door and there they all are. Two of them, are playing football, 1 is watching it and the other one, the curly haired one looks straight at me.

"Boys!" Louise calls them. They all stop what they are doing and look at me. "This is (y/n). She will be replacing me when I leave" she tells them.

"Don't remind us" the blonde one says and I shrink. They hate me, they've been with her for 5 years and I come in and replace her, it isn't fair to them.

"Hi, it's nice to meet you guys." I smile trying to lighten the mood. None of them say anything back, I look at each of their faces and I can see the hate they have for me.

"You're still here for a few more months right?" The one watching football asks.

"Yup, till February." Louise smiles. They all nod and continue doing what they were doing.

"Okay (y/n), I'll show you around and we can practice doing some hair." She looks to me and I follow behind her.

After the little tour she says I can go hang out with the boys while she works on some stuff so I do. With a nervous smile I walk into the room they're hanging out in. None of them look at me, I sit down on a chair and pull out my phone.

"Hi, (y/n) right?" The curly haired one asks leaning closer to me. I give him a nod and he smiles. "Harry."

"It's nice to meet you" I sit back.

"You too" I smile back.

"So you're taking over Louise's spot eh?" The brown haired one asks. "Louis by the way"

"Yeah, I know you guys don't like it but I hope we can get a long better in the future"

"Yeah, I don't see it" he shakes his head.

"Okay, you know what! All 4 of you can just go to hell." I get up and walk out. I'm half way down the hall when I'm pinned against the wall. I open my eyes to see Harry standing in front of me. His hand pinning me to the wall, fury in his eyes.

"Go to hell huh? I don't think I like that. We were getting a long well I thought" he smirks.

"You don't like me either, it's very clear. Just let me go please."

"How is it clear?"

"You obviously want to go along with your friends, plus you've been with Louise for 5 years now. It's obvious you hate me for taking her place"

"Is that so? You think you know me that well. You think that I don't like you because your filling a job that will be refilled by some else anyways. When I first saw you all I could think about is fucking your brains out" he grins and I squeak at his comment. "You look nervous" he raises his eyebrow.

"I am." I admit.

"Why, because you know I can pull you into my dressing room and fuck you so hard you can't move" he moves on of his hands across my face slowly.

"You're really horny, haven't gotten any in a while huh?" I say.

"Some got a heaping of confidence all of the sudden" I look away with a smug look and shrug.

"Well, I can't help it when a guy is drooling over me"

"Drooling?" He questions.

"I'm sorry, slobbering is a better term right?"

"Watch it" he pushes on shoulder harder. He pushes me up off the ground and then presses his lips against my mine. Soon, I feel myself being moved into another room, I keep my eyes closed as I am being placed on a couch.

"Harry, I don't know you well enough" I urge. I sit up a little, him still hovering over me.

"It's fine" he leans in for a kiss.

"No lover boy" I put my finger on his lips. "Maybe later" I smirk and go to the door. "In the mean time, you can watch my fine ass walking away from you." I slap my ass as I walk out and hear him groan.

———————-Rewrite———————

After several interviews and several meetings, I can't believe I actually got the job as One Directions new stylist. It wasn't an easy feat but I actually did it. When Louise called me this morning and told me I got the job I nearly jumped out of my shoes, I was so happy.
I've worked so hard in the past 10 years that doing this job, I know I'll finally feel like I've completed something.
I've been everything from a self employed make up artist and hair stylist that does mostly kids going to prom to literally having to be a waitress to support myself. This new job will mean so much more to me than anything I've done.

I stand at the front door and wait for Louise and when I see her, I wave and she waves back. She makes her way up to me and offers me a hand shake.
"It's good to see you again (Y/N), I've told the boys about you and may I say...they are very pleased." She smiles.

"Really?" I ask.

"Well, they aren't too happy that I'm leaving. So they make take it on you but I know they'll be okay." She admits and now I feel the insecure. Am I good enough for the boys of One Direction?
She knocks on the door and then a voice from the other side tells us to come in and we oblige. Inside are all 5 of them, I didn't take the time to remember their names and now I feel like I should have.

"Boys." Louise clears her throat. "This is (Y/N), she'll be taking over for me next month. You guys be nice to her. She's a good friend." She introduces me and I wave. I look around the room at the 5 boys, all with eyes on me. A blonde haired boy with blue eyes stands at a football table with a black haired boy with brown eyes. Two brown haired boys, one with a quiff and a small beard with brown eyes, next to one with a clean face. 
And then across from them, sitting in a chair, staring dead at me, also has a clean face, with shaggy brown hair and green eyes.

"Okay, (Y/N)." Louise looks to me. "Let's go have a tour." She lightly pulls at me and we leave the room.

After the long tour, she tells me she has some stuff to tend to and she'll meet me in the boys room in an hour. So, I make my way to their room and enter. They'll all look at me and then I take a random seat and grab my phone. I know I should mingle with them since they'll be my clients for the next, however many years but I don't want to bug them.