The Styles-Stylist Problem (One Direction Fan Fiction)

Chapter 1

Chapter 1-

Anna’s POV

I hate taxis. So damn much. I mean seriously, I think they purposefully take the longest routes possible to make people pay more cash. Honestly, what kind of twat does that?! People irritate me.

I walked into a small little café at the airport and got a large coffee and waited for the people I am now working with. They’re supposed to be pretty famous and I get to be their stylist from now, until I quit or get fired. WHICH WONT BE SOON.

“Anna Claire?” a male voice said. I looked up from my iPhone and almost spat my coffee everywhere.

HARRY?! WHAT. THE.FU-

“Edward! Whatcha’ doin?” another voice asked. Sounded like a Doncaster accent. A handsome guy came around and patted Harry’s shoulder “Who ya talkin to mate? I’m Louis by the way love.” He said smiling broadly.

“Anna Claire.” I said smiling back. “This boy is a...character Harold. Interesting choice in friends?” I said as Louis looked between me and Harry for a second. “Yes Louis I know Harry. I used to be in your spot as the best friend.” I nodded as a few more people came; three more boys, three petite women, and three men. Two of them I instantly recognized as Perrie Edwards and Simon Cowell.

“Ah Anna, welcome! I hope you don’t mind me not telling you sooner but you are styling One Direction.” Simon said politely and sincerely. I smiled.

“Hello Uncle Si!” Louis screeched and hugged Simon; all Simon did was laugh and shake his head.

“Hello Lou. Hello boys! How are you?” Simon asked after Louis let go.

“Hey Uncle Si.” The other boys said looking half a sleep.

“So uh, Mr. Cowell…” I started

“Call me Simon or as the boys call me Uncle Si.” Simon said smiling at me. Amusement clearly displayed in his eyes.

“Simon, may I ask where we’re going first?” I asked politely smiling. I saw Perrie Edwards, and the two other girls looking at me curiously.

“Well first off we are going to America.” Simon said I nodded and everyone gathered their stuff and we all started briskly walking towards the terminal. The boys were talking quietly about something. All of them glancing at me from time to time. I just shrugged it off until we got onto the plane. I sat down in the middle seat and next to me in the window seat was the adorable little blondie from the group-I think Niall’s his name? something like that…-and on the outside seat Louis.

“You two dress alike.” Niall said looking at us. I didn’t realize what I was wearing until now.

We were both wearing bright red Skinny Jeans, a white shirt with thin navy blue stripes, and navy Toms. I had red suspenders and Lou had grey suspenders. We both looked at each other and shrugged.

“And you look alike. Not in a family way though.” The other brunette in the group with longer hair-Liam?-said.

I pulled out a mirror and put it front of me and Louis. We do look alike. Chestnut brown hair, grey blue eyes, main difference are his eyes are very almond-y and mine are actually quiet round. And the fact that his hair is considerably shorter and his features are obviously masculine…mine feminine and my hair goes down to about my waist. And he’s tall. I’m pretty short. Last time I checked I was about 5’3 or maybe 5’4.

Probably like 5’10…Giants these days…

“I never really got to know your name. I’m Niall by the way.” An Irish accent cut me out of my thoughts.