Luck is a funny thing. I mean you either have good luck or bad luck.

I was pretty lucky.

I mean I had a family who loved me and supported me, even when I decided I wanted to go to an elite beauty school halfway around the world. I got pretty lucky in the job department too, when fresh out of school I was offered a job working with a hair dresser who happened to also work on a hit talent search show here in the UK. I was further bathed in luck when one of the contestants, or rather when a group of contestants, asked me if I would tag along with them as they toured not only England, but most of Europe and eventually back to my home country, America, as their own hair stylist.

I was lucky to call those contestants, those very talented boys, my very best friends. I mean, just the fact that I was employed by the worlds biggest pop band was pretty amazing, but getting to call Louis, Niall, Liam, Zayn, and Harry my besties was down right awesome.

My name is Dawn Grey, I’m 20 years old and I’m an American girl living in London. I also happen to be One Direction’s official hair and make up girl, their unofficial relationship go to girl, and Harry Styles’ personal slave, according to him that is.

That’s how I ended up here today, sitting, bored out of my mind in the huge rehearsal room as the five boys jumped around and sang as if they had a crowd of thousands before them when really there was just me and a few crew members.

“I swear to you Styles, if you so much as even think about placing your sweaty ass body anywhere near me I will castrate you with a dull, rusty spoon.” I said, not even opening my eyes when I sensed someone stand over my body as I was seated on the floor of the rehearsal studio slouched against the wall.

All I heard was deep chuckles as he went and did exactly what I said not to by seating next to me on the ground. Typical. Harry never listened to me. One day I was going to make good on my threat. Not like it would be too difficult, the boy slept in the buff, a fact I can attest to as I have walked in on him in all his naked glory a time or two before. Let’s just say awkward.

“That is very, very detailed Dee.” His voice rumbled next to me.

I peeked an eye open and glanced to the side at him. He smiled his perfect dimpled smile around the water bottle he had up to his lips and winked one of his impossibly green eyes.

“Why am I here again?” I asked turning my head back and closing my eyes again.

“Because you love me.” He answered me making me chuckle.

“I think you overestimate the amount of affection I have for you Curly.” I chuckled opening my eyes again to look around the room.

I spotted Louis and Liam in a deep conversation across from us. Niall pacing around aimlessly while strumming his guitar in the corner and Zayn chatting on his phone, seated on an amp.

Harry sighed, ruffled his sweaty dark curls out of his face and ran a hand through it messing it up farther. That was something I would normally get on him for but seeing as his hair was already a hot mess and I hadn’t put any effort into it today I didn’t mind, much.

“I hate when you do that.” I narrowed my eyes at him.

“Hey I did my own hair this morning.” He argued pointing defensively at his hair.

“Yea I can see that. It’s looking very eco friendly. Haz between you and me, hair like yours NEEDS product. It practically begs for it. In fact.” I leaned in to him a little cupping my hand around my ear. “Oh my god. Your hair is crying. Help us. Help us.”

Harry grinned and shoved me away playfully. “You are mad.”

I giggled and reached over to mess up his hair. The truth was Harry had hair to make anyone jealous. It was perfect all day, everyday, year round. Even when it was a hot mess, like now, it was perfect. It was annoying as hell. Even when I got it to sweep perfectly across his face in the way that made all the little girls swoon and then he manages to mess it up, which should logically make it look horrible, it still looked amazing. Sometimes I could just beat him.

“What’s so funny?” Louis’ voice pulled my attention to across the room where Liam and he were looking at us.

“Harry’s hair is begging me to save it.”

“She’s insane.” Harry quickly added rolling his eyes and twirling his finger beside his ear in the official ’crazy’ hand gesture.

“I’m crazy?! You still wont tell me why I’m here. I’m supposed to be off the next three week until tour starts but noooo, Harry friggin’ Styles doesn’t understand that when someone doesn’t answer their phone,” At this point I was poking him in the chest with every other word. “It’s because they don't want to talk to you. It doesn’t mean show up at my place and practically kidnap me and bring me here to watch you guys decide which songs should go where and how many times you can thrust without giving the girls in the front rows heart palpitations.”

“Hazza did you forget to at least get her coffee?” Louis tutted.

Harry slapped his palm to his forehead. “I knew I was forgetting something.”

I stuck my tongue out at him then turned and did the same to Louis. “I hate you both.”

“We’re meeting the opening act for the US leg of the tour today. They‘re in London for some promotion for their new album and were going to come by for a bit of rehearsal and to sign a few papers.” Liam filled me in making his way across the floor and over to me and Harry.

“Are they boys?” I asked to which Harry rolled his eyes and Liam nodded. “Are they cute?” I asked directing my question to Harry.

“How am I meant to know?” Harry asked a bit of an edge to his voice. He hated when I ask him if a guy was cute, so naturally I did it often.

“Oh please, you and Louis have one foot in the closet and the other in a Louboutin heel.” I joked to which Louis flat out laughed at and Liam shook his head with a smile. Harry, on the other hand, just glared at me. I smiled innocently at him before springing up from my spot and running away knowing he was hot on my heels.

“Come back here.” Harry shouted as I circled around Niall using him as a human shield.

“Oh yea Styles let me just walk right up to you when I know you want to do cruel and unjust things to me. You’re a big meanie.” I said jumping up slightly since I couldn’t really see over Niall’s shoulder other wise. Did I mention I was on the short side?

Niall laughed and looked over his shoulder at me. “How did I get dragged into this... again. You always use me as a shield.”

I took my eyes off Harry to look up at Niall quickly. “That’s because you’re my favorite.” I then peeked back at Harry who scoffed.

Niall laughed loudly. “Sure I am love.”

“Children.” A very deep unexpected voice caused all of us to stop what we were doing. I spun around to look at the door way were none other then Simon Cowell stood with a wide grin on his face.

Did I also mention that I was pretty tight with Simon too? I guess when you spend a good two hours a day with the man for a whole season of the X Factor, then become friends with his golden boys, you tend to form some kind of friendship. Told you I was pretty lucky.

Gleefully I ran up to him wrapping my arms around his neck. No matter how intimidating he was to the world, Simon was always a big softy to me, and he had a heck of a sense of humor.

“Hello love. Are the boys giving you a hard time?” He chuckled hugging me back.

“The curly headed one is a little out of control,” I said jabbing my thumb over my shoulder at Harry. “but the others are ‘ight?”

Simon chuckled as Harry narrowed his eyes at me and I, again, stuck my tongue out at him.

“Well if you’re ready I believe the other band just arrived.” Simon then looked down at me. “Are you sticking around?”

I shrugged. “I suppose. Harry kind of kidnapped me this morning. He‘s my ride.”

Simon laughed and patted my shoulder before leading the boys out of the rehearsal studio and towards the conference room .

As the boys all walked out Harry paused to give me a playful glare and a threat. “I’m coming back for you.”

I giggled and flapped my hand at him. “Run along kid. You have a meeting to attend.”

I caught him rolling his eyes as he left.

While they were gone I occupied my self with cleaning up some of their scattered belongings. They were so messy.

When I finished with that I stood in front of the mirrors. Behind me was a watered down version of what the stage would look like on tour, minus the screens and most of the instruments. The actual full on rehearsal stage would be in a few days. This was really set up for the boys to see where they should be during songs and what they should be doing and work out any major kinks. There was lots of colorful florescent tape on the floor to indicate where things like trap doors and the end of the stage would be along with a few bright red X’s to show were the pyrotechnics would be.

As I was examining the tips of my faded red hair checking for split ends and thinking that it was time for a re coloring the door opened again.

I turned in time to see the boys walk in laughing, I also noticed the new faces amongst them. Judging by the fact that they weren’t suits and where about the boys’ age I guessed they were the opening act.

As they all fully entered the room the three guys with One Direction turned their eyes on me. One of which was looking right back at me in the most unnerving way with his gorgeous light green eyes. I couldn’t look away, even when I felt a tug on my hand and Harry asking what was up.

The yet to be named boy smiled crookedly at me and waved.

“Um, hi.” Wow I sounded dumb. I finally pulled my eyes away long enough to glance at my friends to see them all looking at me funny.

Harry cleared his throat from beside me and I quickly turned to look at him. He didn’t look too pleased.

“Erm.. Dawn this is Allstar Weekend. They’re the opening act for the US tour. They‘re rehearsing for their gig tomorrow down the hall.”

I nodded, again feeling stupid with my response or lack there of.

“Hey, I’m Michael.” I looked up to see one of the three boys had walked up to me and was holding his hand out. He was darker then the others, in features and skin tone, with a sweet face and a mischievous glint in his chocolate eyes, quite similar to the glint Louis had in his.

“Hey I’m Dawn.”

“Oh snap you’re American.” He said holding his hand up to his mouth.

I giggled. “Sure am.”

“I was kind of expecting an accent out of you too.” He said.

“Sorry to disappoint.” I shrugged looking over at Harry when I felt his eyes on me. He just kept staring even as I furrowed my brow in question.

“Hey I’m Cameron.” Green eyes pulled my attention back towards the other boys as his cheerful voice spoke. I went to placed my hand in his but instead he pulled me into a hug. As I pulled away my eyes glued to his. They were even prettier up close. Cameron had his own curls atop his head and a wide friendly smile that was slightly lopsided and completely sexy.

We must have been staring for a little too long when I felt a bony elbow jab a little to hard into my side. I dropped Cameron’s stare and reached over to rub my now sore side and glared at Harry who just looked away. I shook my head and looked back to Cameron.

“I’m Dawn. Pleasure to meet you.”

“Pleasures all mine.” He said grinning at me.

“Jeez Cam way to be corny.” The white skinny boy of the group said before reaching his own hand out to me. “Zach, nice to meet you Dawn. What do you do on tour?”

I began to open my mouth to answer when Harry cut me off.

“She’s our hair stylist.” I didn’t miss the possessive tone in his voice. Like he was afraid they were going to steal me away or something. I narrowed my eyes at him before looking back over at the three. By the looks on their faces they hadn’t missed his tone either.

“Don’t mind him. He’s just grumpy because it’s past lunch time.”

“Lunch time?” I heard Niall ask as his head perked up from his spot across the room.

“We’re all hungry. I think we should go and let them rehearse.” Harry spoke sending the other band a meaningful look.

Niall was the first one out the door not waiting for anyone to disagree. Zayn and Liam politely said their goodbyes to the Allstar Weekend boys before following. When I looked over to my side I caught Louis giving Harry a strange look before catching my eye over Harry’s head and nodding towards me.

“Ready?” Louis asked.

“Um yea.” I looked back over at the Allstar boys. “It was great meeting you. Can’t wait to see you again on tour.”

I began to walk out as Harry and Louis did the same when Cameron called out to me. I looked back at him with questioning eyes.

“Um... yea. I was wondering if you know...” He was absolutely adorable when he was flustered. I couldn’t help smiling at him which only caused him to blush and stutter more.

“Oh for the love... Cameron wants to know if he can get your number.” Michael cut in sounding a bit exasperated. Cameron’s eyes widened at me before narrowing at his friend.

“Oh!” I giggled. Poor boy. He looked like he wanted to melt into the floor. “Sure. Here hand me your phone.”

He looked a little dazed but did as I asked handing his iPhone over to me where I quickly added myself to his contacts.

I waved as I walked out the door following Louis. As soon as I was in the hall again Harry’s sad eyes looked over at me. What the hell happened to him? I didn’t get a chance to ask as he shook his head and stomped away down the hall. I turned my confused gaze to Louis who just sighed and shrugged before leading me down the hall.

This was probably about the time my luck started to change. I’m still not sure if its for the better or for the worst.

Notes

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