Ivy || H.S

Ch.7 knock out

^ivy's outfit for this chapter!

* violence

*enjoy:)
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Ivy Tomlinson

I jolted awake as a I felt my phone vibrating against my bed, rolling over to check the time and I see it's 10 a.m.

"Shit shit shit" I mutter, realizing I snoozed my first alarm.

I quickly jumped out of bed and ran to the bathroom, stumbling over my dirty clothes, starting to rush.

Looking in the mirror, I decide against taking a shower since I took one last night and I did not have enough time.

After washing my face and brushing my teeth, I move on to my hair contemplating whether I should just brush it or curl it.

Checking the time again I see that it's 10:15 already, I just decide to pull my hair back with a clip creating a low bun.

I decided to take a risk and go minimal today; sticking to mascara and some concealer.

'No harm in some lipgloss?' I thought to myself as I gave my face a once over. I picked up a drugstore, yet better than high end lipgloss, and headed to my suitcase.

Checking my weather app as I walked over, I saw that the sun was out, meaning I didn't need to wear a heavy coat.

Happily bending down to my suitcase, I set aside my doc martins, knowing I want to incorporate those with my outfit today.

"Oh, this is about to be so cute!" I squeal, picking up a long sleeve mini dress with yellow, red, and navy flowers littered all over it.

Throwing the dress on and zipping up my docs, I walk over to my purse double-checking if everything is in there before heading out.

I did a once over of my outfit in the mirror before walking out to the elevator. I needed to keep calm since I was really going through with my idea; going to Harry's flat.

I walked out of the lobby and headed over to the coffee shop, but the same black Range Rover parked outside the front caught my eye.

'Huh, must actually be the owners. ' I thought as I opened the doors to the café.

After ordering a white mocha latte again, I take the same seat by the window, sipping the hot liquid whilst observing the outside.

While scanning the streets, I caught the last glimpse of the Range Rover pulling out and turning the corner.

"Do they really need night shifts for a morning café?" I muttered to myself but not dwelling on the odd situation.

I check my phone now that I have the time, yet I'm not surprised that my mom hasn't texted me. I decided to not even bother with her right now and instead answer a few texts from my friends back in London.

'I really need to make some friends here'
I pondered, taking the last sip of my drink. As I grabbed my purse, I type in Harry's address to Google Maps and start walking.

As I'm heading in the direction of his place, I can't help but feel guilty that I invaded someone's privacy just to find Louis.