Suddenly In London (A Harry Styles Fanfic)

London was absolutely beautiful. But I haven't seen all of it yet, of course. My personal tour guide showed me the Allison Yovani building. Along with some for-sale apartments. I stopped at a Starbucks, picking up a mango smoothie. It was feeling more like a vacation, than a job. Still, I couldn't wait to start sketching outfit ideas for that band, One Direction. The only problem is that I know nothing about them. I went back to the hotel that I was currently and temporarily staying at, and decided to do some research.

The next morning I got a call from Wendy. Who was in charge at the Allison Yovani, here in London. I brushed my long, light brown hair, and curled it. I put on a ruffled talk top, with a blazer. I wore dark wash skinny jeans with high heeled designer books. I wanted to make a good first impresion. On my way out the door I grabbed my iPhone and my purse.

I stepped off the bus, and walked a block or two before I got to the building. I got a map, showing me where each room was. I was assigned to the conference room. I got in the elevator and pressed floor 7. I walked into the conference room and sat down quietly. I was pleasantly surprised that I was here early. There were only eight or nine people in the room. They were all sitting silently in the mahogany office chairs.

Wendy came in and started talking, "Hello everyone. We all know that we are designing One Direction's outfits for there upcoming tour. Not to mention their televised interviews, for the next twelve months. Each boy from the band will get a personal stylist. Someone to measure them, dress them, and interview them about their personal style."

Wendy went to her tote bag and pulled out some papers, and continued talking, "Their will be a group of people designing the actual clothing pieces, but the stylist will be the one to bring them to the band. Being a stylist is an important task. But, also very hard, and you need much responsibility. There are five young men in the band, therefor there will be five stylists."

She looked down at the piece of paper, "I have the name of the stylist right here. Bobbi for Niall Horan, Savannah for Liam Payne, Maddison for Zayn Malik, Jerry for Louis Tomlinson, and Tess for Harry Styles. That will be all. You will be meeting your bandmate on Wednesday."

I've never done more research in my whole life. In three days, I knew all about Harry's personal style. I just needed to know how he would want to change it up. If I just make him a good-quality navy blue blazer, that would be so boring. We need to take his style, and give it something extra. I've spent hours reading about him. I got to know a little bit about his personality. Which, is very important, because personality describes his style even better.

I never looked up any of their songs, though. It was 6:30 a.m. on Wednesday.

I decided to start getting ready, because I have to meet Harry at eleven o'clock. I took a shower, styled my

hair, and got dressed. I put on some makeup, and looked in the mirror. I looked nice. My hair was in messy

waves, with a braid pinned to the back of my head. I wore a sky blue day-dress, which was synched at the waist by a skinny white belt. I paired it with white, four inch wedges. I spun in front of the mirror and smiled.

On the way to work, I got another mango smoothie at Starbucks, and a cranberry scone. It was 10:25, so I

had about a half hour to get to the office. I took the bus, of course. I didn't have a car, yet. I went up to my

own office. Which I was assigned to by Wendy. It had big windows, so I could look out at the colorful

designs. My desk was mahogany, with a matching office chair. Their was a vase of fake roses on my desk.

It was pretty big too, much bigger than the one in New York.

I heard a knock on the door frame, the door was open though. I looked up and smiled, "Come in," I said while studying him. He was pretty tall, maybe 5'10. That's about four inches taller than me. He had dark curls, which looked windswept. Harry was wearing a white v-neck tee-shirt, and jeans.

"Uh, were do I sit?" He said looking around.

"We're going to the court yard. My office only has one chair," I said, gathering my notebook.

"I can sit on your lap," Harry said, while grinning.

"Maybe some other time," I laughed."Is that a promise?" He said, still grinning. I ignored him and walked out of the office door. Signaling him to follow.