None Like Me

Bella, 19, was selected as One Direction's new clothes stylist. How good would it be to go on tour with the worlds biggest boy band! Right? Not if one of the boys has a problem with you then there must be trouble.


1. Chapter 1

'"Harry! Stop being so pathetic and just try it on!" I said angrily picking up the blue shirt from the ground.

"No, I don't want to." Harry replied timidly. He was lying on the couch looking at his phone.

Argh I hate this he is so pathetic.

When I was 15 I moved to England from Australia. It was a big move but if I look at where I am now, doing my dream, everything was worth it. 3 months ago I was given the job as One Direction's clothes stylist all Harry has done to me is be rude and annoying. I never did anything to him. This is my job and he sure is trying to do everything possible to make it difficult for me.

"Stop being a little shit and try the shirt on Harry, you're acting like an eight year old." I said firmly and holding the shirt out for him.

"Stop being a bitch, maybe I don't want to try the top on. You can’t make me. And even if you did that would mean taking off my clothes for me." Harry said still looking at his phone.

"You are so annoying, I-" The door started to open and Louis walked in.

"Hey guys, what's going on?" Louis said smiling.

"Not much, I was just getting Harry to try on this shirt." I smiled at Louis and handed Harry the shirt. Harry gave me a death stare, took the shirt and went into the change room.

The thing is Harry is never really rude to me around other people. When we are around other people he just ignores me and acts like I don’t exist. Eleanor often asks me if there was something going on between us because Harry was always weird when I was there but I don't even know why he is. To be honest, it can get funny at times when he is angry or rude, but I don't let my humour show.

"Hey Australia, would you be able to order me some of those special TOMS again? Pleeeease!" Louis pleaded and I laughed at him. Louis always gave me to nickname 'Australia' when he wanted something or when he was being cute or funny.

"Sure Louis, only because you're special." I patted him on the head and picked up my laptop to order them for him.

"Thank you so much! I best be on my way, got people to see places to be." Louis winked at me and I laughed at him.

"Bye Louis!" I waved and smiled. I finished ordering in the shoes and by the time I was done Harry finally came out.

"How does it feel?" I asked walking over to him.

"Tight around the arms." He complained. "I don’t think I'll be able to fully stretch my arms up all the time."

"Harry, it’s a dress shirt. It needs to look better when you are standing normally in front of the cameras not when you're playing basketball. If it does happen to rip on the night it will just be under the arm there and your jacket will be covering it anyway." I said touching and pointing to the place under his arm. Harry stepped back so I was no longer touching the top or him. How rude.

"Sorry." I sigh and looked away. I walked over to the racks of clothes and picked out a suit jacket for him. "Tie or bow?" I asked holding them up.

"Bow." Harry said standing around looking like he wanted to be anywhere in the world but here right now. I walked back over to Harry and held out the jacket for him to put his arm through. "I know how to put a jacket on." Harry mumbled taking the jacket out of my hold and putting it on roughly.

"Are you sure?" I asked sarcastically as I straightened it up for him and put the bow around his collar. "How was your day, Harry?" I asked being a smartarse and trying to make conversation because that's the last thing he wants right now.

"Awesome, are you nearly done?" He asked looking like he had been here for years.

"That’s good, I had a good day too. What was the highlight of your day?" I asked nearly laughing at myself but keeping a straight face.

"Shut up." Harry said looking pissed off. I smiled to myself and tied up his bow. I honestly don’t know why he hates me. I never did anything to him.

I mean he broke up with his girlfriend Taylor Swift a month ago, he can’t be still upset about that plus he hated me when he was going out with her. She was rude to me though.



"Everyone meet Bella, she is the new clothes stylist." A round of hello's and hi's went around the room. The boys were really loud and welcoming.

Three girls came up to me and we're all really nice. "Hey! I'm Danielle. It’s so nice to meet you!" Danielle smiled at me.

"Hey! It’s so nice to meet you too!" I smiled at her.

"Hi I'm Eleanor, oh my god do you like clothes? Of course you would have to! Clothes are like your job, haha! We should go shopping sometime." A girl with a nice smile said to me.

"I would love to." I smiled happily at her.

"Hi, I'm Lou, I'm the hair and makeup stylist. Yay we will be working together! We will have heaps of fun I promise!" Lou said excitedly.

"Thank you, yes we will! Ha." I say smiling at her.

I looked around the room and there were 4 boys sitting together playing a game boy or something together. There were Louis, Liam, Niall and Zayn there and they were all getting pretty into it.

Harry was sitting on another couch with a girl all cuddled up to him. I couldn’t see her face very well but I could tell she was a blonde. She moved her face around a tad and holy shit there like right there like in my eye sight was Taylor Swift. To be honest I've never been a huge fan of Taylor Swift, I've always thought she didn’t know how to be single, but she is just so big and to actually see her was amazing. Harry was looking at me. He whispered something to Taylor and she looked at me and laughed and then turned her attention back to Harry.

"Don’t worry about Taylor. She's a princess. She's super clingy to Harry and hardly ever talks to us." Eleanor said funnily.

"Haha! Yeah I didn’t even know they were going out." I said confused at how close they are.

"Yeah it’s been like 4 days." Danielle said exaggerating a little. "They are going public soon."

"She can be nice though." Eleanor included.

"Yeah she can but she can be really ignorant to us." Lou added in.




I remember that day. That was when I first started my job. Harry never liked me at all after that. To be honest I'm used to his 'bitchy-ness' by now.

I finished Harry's bow and straightened it up. "You know it doesn’t have to look perfect, I'm not walking down the carpet today." He said still annoyed.

"Would you stop complaining? Done." I smiled at him but he didn’t smile back. I laughed to myself.

"Good." Harry said.

"Does it feel alright? Did you want to try the pants on with it as well? I've got the pants over there in the right size, you’ve worn them before they should be fine with that but you can try them on too if you want." I suggest picking up some extra clothes from the floor and hanging them on the racks.

"Yes it feels fine. And no I don’t want to try the pants on. Why does this take so long?" He said the last bit to himself.

"Where do you have to be so urgently?" I ask.


"Well that nowhere can hold on for two minutes while Harry does his job." I said smartly.

"It’s 11am, I've been in here for more than half an hour." Harry complained.

"And what fun we've had." I said to myself.

"Can I take these off now?" Harry asked.

"Yes. But don’t crinkle them!" I yell out to him as he walks away to the change rooms. He flips me the middle finger and closes the door. He is so painful.

By the time I make sure all the clothes are nicely hung Harry comes out and I hang his up to.

"See that wasn't so bad was it Harry?" I ask now that it’s over with.

"Yes it was." He scolded.

I sighed to myself but I knew he heard.

We jump in a car and go back to the hotel where everyone left and went back to not long before.

Harry turned to look at me in the car, "You look like a skank with three earrings in each ear." He said looking at me like I was some animal.

"You look like a bogan with 400 tattoos." I replied smiling sarcastically.

"No one even knows what that means." Harry said.

"Look it up."

The rest of the car ride was filled with silence. Nothing but dead, fierce, hateful silence.

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