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.


3. Chapter 3

I walk back trying to pretend like nothing happened. Harry was sitting on the couch in the waiting room playing FIFA with Michael and Ashton from 5SOS. He looks at me and then quickly goes back to playing. I walk over to the clothes racks and put in order some of the outfits so they are easy and ready for both bands to get changed into during the concert. Eleanor walks over to me with a cheeky look on her face with one eyebrow raised.

"Where were you Bella?" She asked interested.

"I had to make a phone call." I said picking up some clothes and folding them.

"I noticed Harry was late too." She followed through.

"He was? Eleanor he probably went to the toilet, I promise nothing happened." I said leaning on a rack facing her. I look over to Harry who was looking straight at me. He stares right at me for a good 20 seconds, showing no emotion at all. What I just witnessed before was something I would never have thought I would ever see. He was really angry and I do not blame myself for that. I couldn't see very clearly or every detail from here but I'm fairly sure I saw him slightly shake his head then look away, continuing to play his game. Michael asks him something and he shakes his head and looks back at the screen taking a short glance at me. 

"What was that?" Eleanor asked me. I snapped back and turned to look at her.

"What was what?" I asked playing dumb.

"Bella! I saw you and Harry looking at each other!" She said slapping my arm lightly.

"I swear that was not what it looked like. It was nothing I promise." I said shaking my head and finishing off the last of clothes.

We walk over to Louis, Niall and Zayn who were sitting on another set of couches. Eleanor sits with Louis and snuggles into him. Oh how I want a relationship like theirs, they are just so perfect together. Zayn was sitting there on his phone probably texting someone, probably Perrie. I sit next to Niall and he puts his arm around me and I snuggle into him. I have grown close to the boys over the past couple of months. I kind of need to because I live on tour with them. They are all like brothers to me, all except Harry. Who was like some weird angry person that I didn't want to have anything to do with because he hates me.

"How are you Nialler?" I ask tiredly.

"Sleepy." He yawned and I giggled.

"You won’t be sleepy when you go on stage." I said softly.

"I know that's when the high comes and we go a bit crazy." Harry's crazy, he is insane. 

"Are you excited for Dublin?" I ask him. Niall loves going to Ireland. I feel a bit sorry for him because he doesn't go there often. I haven't gone to Australia in over a year. I am so homesick.

"Yes!" He said excitedly.

"I want to go to Australia." I said sadly.

"It’s okay babe, we're going there in October. It'll be lots of fun!" He said cheering me up. My parents moved back to Australia a few months ago. I stayed here in England because of this job. Which I have no regrets at all, I just get a little homesick.

"Only seven months." I smiled. "How's Amy?" I ask looking up at him. He blushes slightly and I laugh.

"She is just a friend, I promise!" He defends himself. "I don't want to start a relationship right now because I feel bad when I'm on tour. We are just friends." He finishes. 

"Aww Niall you're so cute. Fair enough though." 

I sat with Niall for about 20 minutes just talking and relaxing. He tweeted some fans and there was not much happening. I could see Harry pretty clearly from here and I tried to count the amount of times he looked over at me with a sour face, it was around 24. Every time I caught him I would try and give him a questioning look but he would quickly look away. Yeah I caught you.

"Calum!" I yell out.

"Yeah?" He yells back. 

"Guess whaaaat?" 

"Footy season starts tomorrow night!" I said excitedly.

"Yeah and Carlton will beat Richmond!" Calum barracks for Carlton and I barrack for Richmond in Australian football. It's hard to follow it as much here in England but it is on every now and then on pay TV. Calum and I are the only ones who pretty much follow AFL. 

"No way!" I yelled back.

"I don't know about you guys but I'm going out tomorrow night." Louis said joining in. Oh yeah we were all going clubbing. 

'I'll stay back, haha." I said leaning on Niall.

"You can just let me know when Carlton win." Calum said indicating that he was going to go out.

"If." I replied. I looked over at them sitting at the other couch and Harry was looking at me. This time he didn't look away. I held onto his intense gaze. I couldn't tell whether he was sorry or trying to burn a hole into my head so my brain exploded and I died. He quickly got himself up off the couch, said something to Michael and left the room. A few moments later I got off the couch I was sitting on too.

"I'll be back soon." I told Niall and left the room trying to avoid the interested, confused looks I received. I walked down the hall and had no idea where to find him. I walked down a few corridors trying to remember which way I went so I didn't get lost. I stopped in my tracks and heard breathing behind me. Shitting my pants, I quickly turned around and someone was standing right there super close to me. My first reaction was to kick them in she shin, and that is what I did. They stumbled back and grabbed their leg then shaking it out. I look up to see Harry.

"What the fuck was that for?!" Harry said leaning over and rubbing his leg.

I try to hold in a laugh at how pathetic he was being. "Harry, I don't think it’s broken. You will live."

"Shut up, bitch." Harry said standing up and taking a step forward towards me. I am so confused as what is going on with this boy, one minute he is all 'I'm going to kill you' and then he's like 'I'm just going to sit here and stare at you and look away when you look.'

"What the hell is wrong with you, Harry?!" I hissed. Again, we tried not to be too loud in case we're heard. 

He looked at me with a scowl on his face.

"Okay maybe that question is a bit too high for your standards. Here's an easier one, why did you look at me every 30 seconds back in the common dressing room. Why don't you take a picture it would last longer?" I said asking like he was dumb.

Again, he didn't say anything, just narrowed his eyes at me. He was really starting to annoy me with his stupidity. 

A few moments later he took another step forward pushing me up against a wall again, making me feel small and helpless. But I was going to stand up for myself, at least try. 

"How's Niall?" Harry asked softly stroking his hand on my cheek. I shoved his hand away in disgust and he smirked.

"Harry, I'm sure you're not that socially awkward that you can’t ask Niall how he is yourself, are you?" I questioned him. He dropped his smirk and narrowed his eyes, grabbing my wrist hard. I'm not sure if what I just said just then was a good thing or bad. It sure as hell pissed him off though.

"Why are you such a little bitch all the time?" He spat at me. He's firm hold on my wrist getting tighter by the minute. I look into his eyes and they are dull and hard, dark green in colour. Our bodies were really close, if there wasn't so much hate and tension at the moment this would be super awkward. 

"Oh yeah because you're such a great person aren't you Harry and I'm just a little bitch." I said sarcastically making him getting angrier and firming his hold on my wrist. I should probably stop making him so irritated. 

"Don't you ever speak like that to mean again whore." He said madly. I could feel my wrist bruising and pain shooting through it.

"H-harry my wrist, you're hurting me." I said with pain in my voice. Harry's eyes saddened for a second and he let go of my wrist, rubbing it with my other hand. This is going to bruise tomorrow. 

"Well stop causing so much fucking trouble." He said hardly, changing back into his evil and hateful state. 

"Harry look at how you're acting. Maybe you should think about your actions." I suggested.

"I want to hit you so hard sometimes Bella." Those words scared me. I flinched and tried to move as far onto the wall and away from him as possible. Tears started to form in my eyes as I got more scared of Harry having no way to escape.

"Don't do it. Harry please d-don't." I stuttered. "Imagine the shit you would get into."

Harry's eyes dropped and he exhaled letting me go. He leant against the wall with his head lowered in between his arms that were holding him up against the wall. I blinked back the tears and didn't run away. Harry looked at me and all I saw in his eyes was sorrow. He looked like he was about to cry. I had no idea what to do. I was shocked from before and now shocked from what I am witnessing now. 

"Harry." I breathed out softly.

"Don't," he said, running his fingers through his hair and walking off. I have never understood him, from the day he first started being rude to me and I will probably never understand him ever. 

But underneath all that sad, sorrow, harsh and angry eyes that only I witness, I see pressure. Like he has a lot of pressure on him. That doesn't mean he should take it all out on me though. I look down and my wrist and its already bruising, a purple colour. I stroke my fingers over it and pull away sharply at the pain. This is the second time Harry has done this to me today and this morning he was a huge pain to try and work with. I rub my eyes and take a big breath in and out clearing my head.  

I start to make my way back and my phone starts ringing in my pocket. My friend Tara.

"Hey!" I answer.

"Bella!" She said excitedly into the other end of the phone.

"How was your run?" I chuckle as I say it. I start walking back to the dressing room. It's kind of like main base.

"Difficult. I'm telling you. Do you still run?" 

"A little. I try to but I don't get to go that often." I love running, it can be so peaceful. 

"Isn't it weird that we haven't seen each other in so long and we talk about running?" Tara says.

"Why do we always do stuff like that? Haha!" I say as I walk into the dressing room Harry's eyes on me as I look down at the ground with my phone to my ear. I pull my sleeve down so my bruise on my left wrist is covered. 

"I'm so sorry but I have to go. I will speak to you really soon!"

"That's ok! Bye!" I reply and hang up. I walk back over to Niall and sit next to him. 

He asks where I was and I told him I had to make a phone call. A pulls me over and I snuggle into him again. Niall is like my best friend. He is always there and you have heaps of fun with. Plus he gives amazing hugs. 


The whole night went really quickly. I had no more incidents with Harry. Eleanor kept questioning me but I told her that I haven't even spoke to Harry since and that nothing has happened. I think she might have said something to Louis because Louis was a bit suspicious. But other than all that it was a long night and there were no major dramas. Apart from when one of the boys accidentally spilled their coke on Harry's top, that was pretty funny. 

I look at the clock next to me on the bedside table. It read 2:30am. I snuggle into me blankets and drift off to into a deep sleep.



A/N: I'm sorry this is a pretty shit chapter. I have more coming when I get back from holidays this week. But please comment like and fav! :) 

Have a good easterrrrr. xx

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