Lou's assistant (OneDirection/ Harry Styles fanfic)

Lou's assistant (OneDirection/ Harry Styles fanfic)

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EDITING NOTHING MAKES SENSE RN COME BACK SOON When Lou Teasdale is hired by Modest Management she becomes One Direction's stylist! Her roommate Aria comes along as her assistant and falls truly madly deeply in love with Harry. But is he flirting with Lou? Besides the obvious hints from the other boys that the feelings Aria has for Harry are mutual, Aria's insecurity gets in the way ~ I stared into his crystal green eyes. His curly hair in a mess, but he didn't seem to care. He was smiling like an idiot, it was pathetic yet adorable. It took me a minute to realize he had said three very important words. "I love you." he whispered ~
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I was cuddled on the couch flipping though my channels. Then I rose to my feet and I stood by the window. The sky was tar-black and the large clouds were moving towards me. The roofs of the cars danced with spray and I could hear the murmuring of the rain through the window. It sounded like the buzzing of angry bees. I flinched as the door bell rang snapping me out of the silence. It must be Logan. I thought. I traipsed to the door as I opened it carefully. What the- I blinked a few times to make sure I'm not hallucinating. I took in the features of the person right infront of me as I looked for words. He was looking straight into my eyes as his wet hair rested on his forehead. "Diana" His voice rang through my ears as I took in his voice and his wet face. "Zayn" I said his name for the first time in a year and that was when everything started changing again.

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