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fanfictionskfz · 2 years
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summer love. | harry styles
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1. Another World
Usually, Emilia would be a complete tourist, taking in every exciting sight she saw and filling up her camera roll with pictures of it all, but she was too distracted to do any of that as she drove round Mexico City in a sleek, black taxi. Her mind was too preoccupied with questions. 'Who the hell am I working with?' she thought, 'What if I don't like them? What if this is just a big mistake? Were these boots a good idea?'
"We're here, miss." the taxi driver said, snapping her out of her reverie. Hastily, she thanked him, paid and scrambled out of the taxi. She was faced with the grand Foro Sol venue as soon as she stepped out onto the street, and for a second she forgot she was herself. The doubt inside her reached a crescendo as she tried to work out why she had been chosen to fly from England to Mexico to be the make-up artist for whoever was waiting for her inside. There was no way this could be her life, could it? 'It is now' she told herself and, taking a deep and shaky breath, made her way to the entrance, faking confidence as she went. She had earned this - she could do it.
Any calmness or surety she had managed to muster didn't last long though. It only lasted for the minute it took for her to catch a glimpse of something in the car park; namely, a red bus with a Union Jack painted on it and the words 'One Direction: Take Me Home' written in white lettering above that.
"Oh. My. God."
Emilia could feel her heartbeat speeding up now. Of course, the possibility had popped into her head a few times and it seemed incredibly obvious in hindsight, but she had just dismissed the thought and told herself it couldn't happen. Now that she knew, she didn't know how to feel; it was an amazing opportunity and she knew she'd be lying if she said she didn't like them, but she couldn't help feeling nervous- well, on the verge of petrified, really- about the mere thought of being on tour with them. She just knew she'd be so unbelievably awkward, and it wasn't like she was experienced with all of this either. Knowing herself, her mind would just short-circuit and she'd forget how to do make-up altogether. And what if fans saw her with the boys and got the wrong idea? She knew how intense they could be.
Then, there was the icing on top of the cake- him. Oh God, him.
Emilia forced herself out of her thoughts before she could get herself too stressed out or too conscious of the fact that she had been standing there like an idiot staring at the tour bus for what was probably ages. She dragged herself over to the entrance and inside the venue, though her steps were a lot less self-assured now. Trying to regain a sense of normality again, she walked over to the desk at the back of the reception room and to the woman sitting there.
"Hi," she said. She was already getting embarrassed by how shaky her voice sounded. "I'm Emilia Lawrence. I'm the new make-up artist for One Direction." It sounded crazy even to her. Before the woman at reception could answer, a Yorkshire voice said, "Emilia?" The young girl turned around to see a greyish-lilac haired woman.
"Hi! I'm Lou- I'm the make-up artist as well as you and the hair stylist too, so we'll be working together for pretty much the entire time." she said, smiling at her.
Emilia smiled back. She liked Lou already. "Nice to meet you! Sorry if I seem a bit nervous, this is all like a different world to me."
"Oh come off it, it's fine!" Lou replied, "I was terrified the first time I did anything like this, but it's only natural. You're gonna fit right in anyway."
Hearing her say that brought a shy smile to her face and relieved the tight ball of worry in her chest slightly. If everyone gets a little nervous and if Lou thought she'd be fine, then maybe there wasn't anything to worry about after all.
"Thank you." Emilia said to the kind woman.
"No problem!" Lou replied. Then, she motioned in the direction of a door on her left. "Right, let's get you introduced then."
Ignoring the stab of panic that she felt in her chest at those words, she followed Lou through the door, onto a brightly lit corridor where people were walking around, preparing for the night's concert, and then into a room on the left. As she entered this room, it was like she had entered into a dream- the dream of pretty much every young girl around the world. Sat on various couches and chairs were the One Direction boys, and now that she had entered the room they were all looking at her. Her eyes darted around all of them- Niall with his golden hair with brown roots mixed in and his kind yet mischievous blue eyes; Zayn with his warm, brown eyes and shy smile; Liam with his bright smile and tanned skin; Louis with his electric-blue eyes and charismatic smirk; and then, Emilia's hazel eyes met with a pair of emerald orbs that she knew all too well.
"Emilia, meet Niall, Zayn, Liam, Louis, and Harry"
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The first day of the school year was always Emilia's favourite, the reason being that you normally did no work at all, and the first day of Year 2 was no different. It was 6 year old Emilia's ideal day really, as Mrs Jones announced that the morning's activity was colouring. She had also said that the students should work together to do it, but Emilia pretended that she didn't hear that part and went off into a corner of the classroom to peacefully colour by herself. She managed it for a while, too, until she heard someone sit down next to her. Pausing, she looked up and saw a boy with big, bright emerald-green eyes and light brown hair sat next to her. She knew that his name was Harry-he was in her class after all- but she hadn't really spoken to him before. As he looked at her, he broke out into a grin and said "Hiii!"
She smiled back, and then returned to her work. If this boy wanted to sit next to her, then that was fine, but she couldn't be expected to strike up a conversation with him. She probably wouldn't know what to say anyway. After a while though, she got intrigued about what his drawing looked like, and so she peered over. She smirked and couldn't stop herself from saying, "You colour outside of the lines."
Harry smirked back. "It's more fun that way."
Emilia replied, "Is not."
"Is too."
"Is not!"
"Try it."
Emilia gazed down at the drawing, feeling as if the boy had out-rightly dared her. If she coloured outside the lines, it would totally ruin it. But it wouldn't be fun, and so it it would prove the boy wrong....
She took a deep breath and did it. The colouring did not look neat at all anymore, but she had to admit, it was fun and interesting to look at. She giggled at what she had made.
"Told you sooo." Harry teased next to her. Emilia playfully shoved him. Maybe he had been right, but she was never going to admit it so it didn't matter.
"Is your name Emilia?" he asked.
"Yes." she answered. "Yours is Harry, isn't it?"
"Yep." he said." Do you want to come play with me and my friends at break?"
The girl considered for a second. "Okay." she finally said.
The boy smiled. "Okay.", he said, before scribbling some more on his drawing.
Over the years, when Emilia would look back on that colouring session, she would laugh at how stupidly simple it was to make friends, and how in this case, such a basic conversation started off all those years of memories with Harry Styles - her classmate and best friend. When she got older it would've taken a lot more than that to establish a friendship, but that never mattered because she would never be in desperate need of a friend as long as she had Harry, and she always did have him. Until after the X Factor, at least.
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"Emilia?"
Harry was staring at her now, lips parted in shock, and she was staring at him too. He looked different from the last time she had seen him in person, and she couldn't stop herself from mentally examining him - his tanned, bronze skin, his new tattoos, his chocolate brown curls held back by a bandanna with the USA flag on. All of his features were illuminated in the bright light of the room. He hadn't changed that much though; the light in his emerald eyes and his endearing dimples were still the same as they always had been. For a second, as she looked at him, it was easy to believe that no time had passed at all.
"Yeah, that's what she just said." Louis said.
"No, no - it's the Emilia" Harry said, smirking now. He ran up to her and embraced her in a hug that transported both of them back to the years when they would hug every day. She inhaled his soft, sweet scent and felt the crushing realisation of how much she missed this. How much she missed him. While she was wrapped in his arms, all the nervousness about seeing him went away, though she wasn't quite sure why she had been nervous in the first place. It was just plain old Harry, wasn't it?
"The Emilia, eh?" she said teasingly as they broke from the hug, "and here I was thinking you'd have forgotten me."
"Oh, never." Harry replied. The genuine look in his eyes told Emilia he really hadn't, and knowing that took her aback and turned her smile into a very bashful one. She stood there, processing everything that was in front of her until a very cheerful yet confused Irish voice asked:
"Is anyone gonna explain what's happening here?"
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The rest of the time before the concert went by in a whirl. She got to know the boys, worked with Lou to do their make-up - miraculously without embarrassing herself - and met some more of the tour crew: Caroline, Mark and Paul. Emilia always worried that any co-workers she'd have would be horrible, but she had discovered with relief that everyone on the tour was lovely to her and welcomed her with open arms.
A lot of the time, of course, was spent catching up with Harry. Clearly, a lot had happened over the past 3 years, and they talked about all of it: how he missed home, the tour and recording processes, how college had gone for her, and everything she'd need to know about tour life. The way he reassured her about everything brought back all the feelings of safety and comfort she had felt with him, and for the first time in years, she knew that she could lean on him and that he'd be there for her. Things could be like they used to be - or pretty close to how they used to be at least.
At last it was time for the first show of the North American leg of the tour and the boys made their way to stage , high-fiving Emilia and thanking her for her calls of 'Good luck!' as they went. With Lou by her side, she made her way side stage and stood there to watch the show as her excitement for it peaked. The 5 guys came out on stage, and the noise was deafening- screams echoed from every corner of the venue.
"You get used to it!" laughed Lou.
"I hope so!" Emilia responded, but she didn't know how she could. This would be no normal experience, she knew that already, and as she watched Harry thrust a bonnet that a fan had thrown at him onto his wavy hair, she knew this would be no normal tour either.
But maybe it'd be more fun that way.
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fanfictionskfz · 2 years
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summer love. | harry styles
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Epilogue
People always liked to say that new lives start on the first day of the year, but Emilia Lawrence now knew that wasn't true- her new life started on the first of June.
"Of course- I'll be there! Thank you!" she said, trying desperately not to squeal down the phone as the call with management finished. Once she had got off the call, she found herself rooted to the spot in utmost shock, staring round her room and all its familiarity- the books spilling out of the oak bookcase, the neatly folded stack of clothes in the corner, the make-up bags on the pearly white dressing table- as if it were alien to her. It wouldn't have mattered where she was, though; her mind was too full with what had just happened to take in anything about her surroundings.
Stunned, she stood there like a statue until emotions came rushing back to her in rapid succession; first joy, as she ran her fingers through her golden hair, jumped up and down and burst out into a laugh that was worryingly hysterical; then fear, as her mind raced with thoughts of everything that could go wrong; and then, after a while, logic kicked in and she began pacing round the small, lilac-painted room, making mental lists of everything she'd need to pack.  Every emotion anyone could feel was tumbling through her like she was a  human washing machine for feelings, but when she caught sight of herself in the mirror, it was clear that there was one emotion that rose above the rest. The light in her doe-like hazel eyes. The flush of her tanned cheeks. The way it was impossible to stop herself from smiling. Even though she would be going as far out of her comfort zone as she possibly could, Emilia felt happier about this opportunity than anything, and that was as good a reason to go for it as any.
So, on that first day of her new life, she looked at her ecstatic reflection in the mirror and let what she was about to do and what it meant sink in. Emilia Lawrence was going on tour as a make-up artist for a 'very special and famous group', according to what she'd been told. What she hadn't been told was who this group was, but she knew that she'd find out in a matter of days and honestly, the secrecy made it even more exciting. In fact, while she stood there processing it all, there were only really two things she was certain of:
She was going to do this, and she couldn't wait.
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