(A/N: Please remember that I'm making up a lot in this story. The designer is not real, I made him up. I like to use my imagination. Don't hate, sorry if you'd rather it be someone real. I just feel like I can have more creative leeway when I make stuff up. Also, I used simple Russian words in this chapter, just yes-da and no-nyet. I'm like over half Russian that's why I use it a lot. Ha ha. Thanks! Enjoy! xx)

I had just got home from a long run, something I had picked up over the last few weeks to blow off unneeded stress. I checked my phone, noticing a few missed texts from Harry and friends. A missed call from Harry, my mom, and one from Keith, my mentor at Parsons, that's weird. I listened to Harry's first. He rambled on about how excited he was for me to come join them and how much me loved me and all that.

Two days. I would be on the plane to London, England in two days. I was feeling all sorts of emotions.

I had turned in my fall line two days ago and would more than likely not hear my feedback until I was in the UK. It usually took a week or two. I was incredibly nervous but knew I did my best work yet.

I listened to Keith's voice mail next. My heart just about stopped when I listened.

"Hello Spencer, this is Keith your advisor from Parsons." I laughed as he introduced himself. We'd been working together since before I even got into the school almost 4 years ago. We we're past the introductions. "I was very pleased with your work for the fall collection. We had a very special guest in today and he saw your line displayed in the gallery and couldn't stop gushing about it. He asked so much about you and too even see more pieces you've created. I hope it was okay that I went about showing him. Well he loved your work so much he wants to meet with you! I know it's early and you're probably not up, lord knows I know you by now kiddo. So just call me back as soon as you get this message so I can fill you in completely."

A "special guest" liked my work? What does that even mean? Was he a designer? A celebrity? I instantly dialed him back.

"Hello Keith Jenkins speaking."

"Hi Keith, it's Spencer McMichael!"

"Oh kiddo. I'm so glad you called back promptly. Did I wake you?"

"No I was actually out on a run. Not sleeping in for once." He laughed at my joke.

"Well is this a good time?"

"Yes perfect, whats up?"

"Well you got my message, correct?"

"I did, and I'm dying to know the details!"

"Well if you're free at all today, he'll be in around 2 this afternoon. He would love to meet with you and talk about your options."

"My options? And who is it?! You're killing me Keith!"

"Well I'll let you two talk about whatever options are out on the table from him. And it's Igor Boris."

"Oh my god. KEITH YOU'RE JOKING!"

Igor Boris was one of the greatest designers ever. He was a strong Russian man, who came from nothing. He worked his way to the top from nothing. It would be an honor just to be in the same room as him.

"Spencer, you still there?"

"Yes, and I'll be wherever you need me at 2."

"Then how about my office, 2 sharp."

"I can't thank you enough. See you in a bit!"

"Bye Spencer!"

I sat down on the couch, trying to let everything sink in. Igor Boris? Seriously. My insides were doing ridiculous happy dances and my outside was smiling like a crazed idiot.

"Are you on drugs?" Kasi asked, leaning against the door frame of the hallway.

"Kas. I just... I got... Kas." I stuttered unable to form a full sentence.

"You're starting to scare me." She said sitting down next to me. "Did Harry break up with you?!"

"What! Fuck no! I'm happy! Don't I look excited?!"

"You look insane. I'm not sure really."

"I have an interview with Igor Boris in 2 hours."

"Like THE Igor Boris? Like our $2000 prom dress Igor Boris?" Kasi asked, her face now lighting up too.

"Yes that Igor Boris."

"Ahhhh! Yay yay yay yay! I knew all your hard work would pay off!"

"I gotta go get ready."


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"Spencer, you're work... fantastic!"

"Well thank you so much Mr. Boris."

"Nyet nyet, Mr. Boris is father. Call me Igor."

I nodded in agreement as he continued to speak about my work. Keith sat at one end of the table, Igor at the other, while I sat in between. I was feeling all sorts of mixed emotions, excitement, nervousness, success, and happiness.

"My company would benefit greatly, with you on team. You are so incredible." He smiled through his thick accent. "I want to offer job. I open few new branches around world. My head in New York transfers to Sydney, I want you."

"For New York?" I asked dumbfounded.

"Da! As lead over designs. You start tomorrow, after school finish, next year! Whenever! All up to you!"

"Oh wow, Igor, I can't even thank you enough for this opportunity!"

I had no idea what to do. I was overwhelmed. I couldn't make this decision on my own.

"Do you need to know my decision right now? I have a few people I'd like to talk to about this."

"Take time, think."

"I'll be out of the country for the next three weeks, could I have the answer for you when I come back?"

"Course, where do you go, if you don't mind."

"I'm going to England and Ireland."

"Vacation?" Igor asked intrigued.

"Something like that, yeah." I smiled.

"Oh don't be modest!" Keith butted in for the first time today. "Spencer here is dating Harry Styles from One Direction."

"Keith!" I shouted, not really wanting to get into it.

"Boy band? Nyet?"

"Yep, he's in the boy band." I smiled timidly.

"Wow, talented and lands good guy. Can't wait to work with you. Call me when you get back."

Igor stood, I followed suit as he shook my hand.

"Thank you so much." Was all I could say again and again. "It was so great to meet you."

"Pleasure was mine. Don't forget. Call when you make up mind."

He handed me a sheet of paper and with that he and Keith exited the room. I couldn't believe it. I had a job offer, and Igor Boris's phone number in my hand.

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"I'm so proud of you honey!" My mom gushed over the phone.

We had been on the phone for over an hour, a new record for us I'm pretty sure. This is the first time I had actually talked to her since I started to date Harry. I suddenly had an idea. I hadn’t told her about Harry yet, but I needed too. What better way than to do it in person?

“Thanks mom, hey, are you guys going to be home tonight? I was thinking about driving up and seeing you.”

“We would love to see you! I’ll hold dinner! I’ve just missed you so much.” I heard the excitement in her voice, which made me excited. “Will you stay the night?”

“Maybe, I’ll pack a bag just in case. I just have to be back in the city by Wednesday.”
“I’m so happy! I can’t wait for you to come!” she sighed.

“Mom, you have Ryanne, you aren’t empty nested yet. Plus you have your new line coming out. I don’t get why we never see each other if you’re in the city so damn much.”

“We have to change that.”

“Agreed, hey I’m gonna go pack. I’ll be there around 6.”

“I can’t wait! Love you!”

I hung up and found my overnight bag. I didn’t want to stay but I figured just in case. I hadn’t seen my family much since moving into the city with Ana and Kasi 2 years ago.

My mom, Cee Cee, worked in the city, being a designer as well, but we rarely saw each other. I liked to submerge myself in busy work, something I got from her. My dad, Leland, was a surgeon, one of the best in the nation or something according to medical people. He had done surgery for some pretty renowned people in the past, so who am I to argue. My sister, Ryanne, was a junior in high school. How she hadn’t figured out I was dating Harry yet is amazing. She’s glued to her phone and computer.

After a quick call to Ana to see if I could borrow her car, I was off. It’s only about 40 minutes to Greenwich with no traffic. I got out of the city and onto the interstate without any hassle. I drove the familiar route, listening to a playlist filled with One Direction songs. If I was going to date Harry, I better learn all of the songs. I had listened to all of them before the Toronto show, but still didn’t know all the words. I wanted to be the cute supportive girlfriend I felt like he needed. Before I knew it I was pulling into my neighborhood. It was a cute little gated community, filled with snobby rich people I didn’t get along with. They didn’t understand why I wanted to be a normal person, why I didn’t bum around for the rest of my life. I flashed my permit to gain entrance to the community. Taking the first left off the main street I smiled as I passed Kasi’s house. I should have seen if she wanted to come, too late now I suppose.

I parked in the driveway and instantly saw the door fly open. My mom and our puppies came flying towards me.

“SPENCER!” she wrapped me in a huge hug.

“Hi mom, how are you?”

“So good! Come in, dad and Ry are in there waiting.” She smiled, taking my hand.

Nothing had changed in almost two years, everything down to the mirror in the foyer.

Everything was going well, dinner was fantastic, conversation was flowing, and Ryanne wasn’t being a huge bitch like usual, maybe she finally grew up. Both my parents were thrilled about the job offer.

“So Spencer, why’d you come home for dinner? What’s wrong?” my dad asked, seriously.

“OMG, you’re pregnant.” Ryanne smirked.

“No, I’m not pregnant and nothing is wrong.”

“You got married.” Ryanne shot again.

“No Ry!” I sighed. “Well, I guess I should have told you this sooner but I have a boyfriend.”

“Not Jeff again, I hope.” My dad said sternly.

“No dad he’s way better than Jeff.” I rolled my eyes.

“I don’t see why you had to come all the way home just to tell us you had a boyfriend.” Ryanne snapped. “I have a boyfriend and you didn’t see me running to the city to tell you.”

“Well he’s different. I wanted to tell you because I’m going over to meet his family and I figured you should know about him if he’s comfortable to let me meet his parents.”

“Well what’s his name babe.” My mom smiled.

“Harry.” I smiled back.

“He has an old guys name, I’m dying.” Ryanne laughed.

“Did you go to high school with him? Oh! You met him at Parsons?!” my mom tried to guess.

“Mom, the guys are Parsons are probably all gay.” Ryanne joked.

“Not everyone in the fashion industry is gay, sis.” I rolled my eyes at her for the thousandth time tonight. “I met him on my way home from work one day, we ran into each other, got coffee and the rest you can figure out.”

“So his name is Harry.” My dad said. “and you’re meeting his parents. You said ‘going over to’ meet them. Where is over?”

“Well he’s from England.”

“How long have you been together if you’re going half way across the world to meet him family.”

“Almost 5 months now.”

“AND YOU ARE JUST TELLING ME?!” my mom is a bit of a drama queen.

“Well I didn’t know if it would go anywhere.” I shrugged.

“So this Harry, does he come with a last name?” my dad, being a typical dad, asked.

“Harry Styles.” I said calmly. Ryanne practically choked on the water she was sipping.

“WHAT THE FUCK?” she shouted.

“Ryanne Jane!” my dad scolded.

“Dad, no you don’t understand. She’s lying. She’s not dating Harry Styles.”

“And whys that?” he asked.

“DO YOU KNOW WHO THAT IS?”

“Spencer’s boyfriend.” He shrugged.

“Daddy, Harry Styles is a member of One Direction. Like he’s so famous.”

He nodded, not saying anything. It was so hard to read my dad.

“I’ve fitted an outfit for that Irish one.” My mom said proudly. “He seemed sweet, do you like that one? I forgot his name.”

I tried not to become awkward at her question. If only she knew how loaded it truly was.

“Niall, yeah, he’s a sweetheart.” I smiled at Ryanne.

“I DON’T BELIEVE YOU. PROVE IT.” She smirked.

“Should I call Harry? Orrrr find the pictures of us together online?” I smirked back.

“Both.” She said crossing her arms across her chest.

I got my phone from my purse and scrolled to his number. I showed everyone it was Harry and pressed send. It rang a few times. It was nearly midnight there, I hoped he would answer. Like the brat she was, Ryanne took the phone as he answered.

“Spencer, love!”

“This is Ryanne, Spencers sister. She’s claiming that you’re Harry Styles from One Direction and that you’re dating her.”

“Yeah, spot on. I’m Harry.” He said, hesitation in his voice. I took the phone back from her.

“Hi Harry, sorry about her.”

“No worries babe, finally decided to tell them I exist, yeah?” he joked.

“I mean I guess.” I smiled. “How was today?”

“Insane, some fan tried to rip Zayn’s ear off. Actually cut him pretty good with her fingernail. But the show went proper. Lou said something about needing sex and somehow told the crowd about his wank schedule. Managements not to happy.” He laughed, I looked at Ryanne, her mouth hanging open in shock since I didn’t take him off speaker. “You there Spenc?”

“Yeah, sorry. I’ll have to give Zayn shit later. I’ll shoot him a text. And god, I bet Emily is just loving Lou right now. I’m sure that went on youtube so fast.”

“She hasn’t called him yet, so I don’t think she knows. Please tell her. I’ll send you the link.” He laughed. I heard Louis mumbling in the background then a scuffle.

“Spencer, don’t you dare say a single word to my girlfriend about that. I was sort of pissed on stage tonight. I don’t know how I managed. But don’t tell her.” Louis rambled on, Ryanne’s face growing longer.

“Okay Louis, whatever you say.” I couldn’t help but laugh.

“You know Lou, mental that one.” Harry laughed as he came back onto the line. “We’re just heading out on the bus, I’ll tell the lads you called but I have to go.”

“Alright, call me whenever you get a chance.”

“See you in less than 48 hours. I miss you, I can’t wait. I love you.”

“Love you too Harry.”

“Cheers.”

With that I ended the call. My mom looked like she was going to cry, my sister looked like she was going to faint and my dad’s face was beat red.

“Dad?” I asked, unsure why he seemed mad.

“Love? Did he say he loved you?”

I nodded, “Yes, he told me a few weeks ago before he left for the European leg of the tour.”

“And you’ve been together 5 months?”

“Yes.”

“Fast, don’t you think?”

“You can’t control love, Leland.” My mom rolled her eyes at my dad. “Hell we were younger than Spencer when we fell in love and I’m pretty sure not together that long either.”

“I just worry about my girls. That’s all.”

“As do I, but let’s not judge the boy until we meet him okay?”

He agreed with my mom. Thank god for her romantic side. Beside me Ryanne was still in shock. She was scrolling vigorously through her phone.

“I can’t believe my sister is dating THE Harry Styles.” She held up her phone, showing a picture of Harry and I from the night we went out with Emily, Louis and Ella. “You know all the guys and their girlfriends.”

“Yup.”

“Is Louis’ girlfriend nice? She seems bitchy in interviews she does.”

“She’s like my best friend now, I love her! She’s the sweetest person I know.”

“Wow. Do you think I’ll ever…”

“Meet any of them? Heck yeah!” I smiled. I liked having something over my sister. “Next time they’re in New York I’ll let you know. Maybe Harry can come back here. I mean I am going to his hometown one of the days I’m over there.”

“Holy shit.”


I decided to stay the night because I honestly missed my family more than I originally thought. Right now I was cuddled in Ryanne’s bed with her gossiping about all the crazy things I’ve done with One Direction.

“So why did you get all awkward when mom brought up Niall?” she asked, I was hoping to avoid this but nothing got past her when it came to me and vice versa.

“Well, you have to swear you’ll never tell anyone, ever!” she nodded so I continued. “We sort of drunkenly hooked up one night while Harry was in England for his grans funeral.”

“Shut the fuck up.” She sat up instantly. “You’ve fucked 2 members of One Direction?”

“Yeah, but I’m not proud! It almost broke me and Harry up for good!”

“Who’s better?”

“RY! I’m not answering that, but Harry. Definitely Harry.”

“Are you just saying that cause he’s your boyfriend?”

“Nope, I mean Niall was good, but Harry…mind blowing.” I giggled. “So tell me about this boyfriend of yours?”

“Well he doesn’t compare to yours, but his names Kris. He goes to Fordham. I don’t know, he’s sweet and super smart.” She smiled ear to ear.

“You loooove him!” I laughed.

“Not yet, but dad likes him, so I guess that’s a plus.” We both knew how picky he was.

“Have you decided where you’re going to school yet?”

“I’ve narrowed it down to Brown, UCLA, and Baylor.” Did I mention my sister was like a kid genius?

“UCLA, you’ve wanted to go there for so long.” I smiled. “Do it!”

“Yeah but daddy is all about Brown. It’s ivy.” She mocked my dads voice.

“Browns the only ivy league you got into?”

“No Cornell and Yale, but I really like UCLA. I don’t know, it seems fun yet serious.”

“Go with your gut. Which felt more like home when you visited?”

“UCLA or Brown. It’s so tough though. I don’t want to disappoint mom and dad, but I want to do what I want.”

“I’m just excited you have so many options. Good thing you aren’t a slacker like me.”

I practically failed out of high school until I realized I needed to care to get into Parsons.

“True, of course one of us had to be the over achiever.” She jabbed my side.

“Shut up you love me.”

“Sadly. I missed you Spenny.”

“I missed you too. Come stay with me sometime.”

She hugged me tight. I did miss her, we just didn’t always see eye to eye. I liked hanging out and talking to her and just being sisters. We were close enough in age to understand each other but far enough apart to not have to deal with the same shit at that same time. I loved my kid sister. We laid in her bed talking and laughing until we both fell asleep snuggled close to each other. It was the perfect way to spend one of my last nights in the states for a while. I couldn’t wait to get to England and be with Harry and the guys. 1 long day.

Notes

HEY! Finally met Spencers family! I figured now was as good as time as ever.
Next chapter is going to Harry and Spencer back together and meeting his family.

Please try and remember I'm not using anything true to their careers or personal life. I know a lot of you like that, but I like having a free mind. I try to keep things similar but not exactly the same.

So let me know what you think! ENJOY BABES! :)