Suddenly In London (A Harry Styles Fanfic)

I rested my head against the train window. My purse sat next to my feet. There were pros and cons about traveling two hours to New York five times a week. I loved working for Anne, my middle-aged, care-free boss. But I hated the traveling. I had graduated high school two years ago. I'm still saving up for college, and was currently working at Allison Yovani. There are only four locations in the world. And luckily, I live only two hours away. I design the latest fashion trends there, with the help of my co-workers obviously. The locations are in LA, Paris, London, and New York. Our fashion lines have been seen on thousands of celebrities. Not to mention featured on television, and in magazines. But today, there is an important meeting in the office that I have to go to. Which is why I'm having a panic attack. I'm still thirty five minutes away from the building, and the meeting starts in forty-five minutes.

I pressed the button on the elevater and waited for the doors so open. When I got to the meeting, almost everybody was there. I sat down quietly and stared at the screen in front of the room. Anne came in and started talking. "How lovely. I'm so glad most of us were on time," she said, looking at me for a split second. I slumped in my chair.

"I called this meeting because we have a large task ahead of us. A young boy band named One Direction has asked us to design their clothing line for their up-coming tour," Anne explained. I knew that band. My little cousin was a huge fan of them. When she stayed over last week, she practically listened to their album the whole forty eight hours.

"And," Anne continued, "We are picking workers to move to UK for a year, where you will work at the Allison Yovani location in London. You will be payed three times your average salery, so you can afford to live there for twelve months. But, this is a very serious task. Working for this popular band will really be good for the business. I will call down three of the workers that I think are ellegable for the job tomorrow morning." Anne nodded slightly, and walked out of the room. Once she left, the workers started chatting. I have always wanted to go to London. But I didn't want to get my hopes up. I meen, I'm only twenty years old. And I only started working here six months ago.

The next morning I was back in the office. I sketched some outfit ideas down on my notebook. The phone rang next to my desk, making me jump. "Hello," I said into the phone. "Hello Tess. It's Anne, please come up to my office." I was about to ask if there was a problem, but the line went blank.

I knocked lightly on Anne's office door. When she invited me in, I walking inside. "Hi Anne. What's up? Is something wrong? Oh God. It's the coffee machine, isn't it? I promise I'll pick one up on the way to work tomorrow. I've just been so busy, and-" Anne cut me off.

"You won't be at work tomorrow, Tess."

My eyes widened. Oh my god. I needed this job! And she was firing me. Probably because I broke the damn coffee machine in the lobby. "W-why?" I asked.

"Because you'll be on a plane. On your way to London." She said casually. I almost dropped the blueberry muffin that was in my hand.

"Look, Tess. Your very talented. That's why I hired you, even though you haven't started college yet. Plus, who's better at designing a fashion line for teenage boys than you? Your fresh out of high school. You know what teens like. So get your ass in your office, and pack for London." She ordered.

I was still in shock, but I managed to say, "Thank you. I won't disappoint you."

I closed the door behind me. But I heard Anne say two simple words.

"I know."