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.

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5. Chapter 5

It was 4:30am and I just couldn't sleep at all. I would try to toss and turn but then bump my arm and nearly scream. It hurt really badly. Harry hurt me really bad.

I probably shouldn't have tried and fought against Harry when he picked me up before and handed me to Niall, because that hurt my arm a lot. But thinking over those events, I was kind of glad Louis hit him. He really deserved it. 

I lay there staring at the plain white ceiling for what felt like hours until I looked at the clock and it had only been 10 minutes. 

I heard the door creak open and in came a dark figure closing the door behind them. I couldn't see their face in the darkness of my room but I had a feeling it was Harry by the way he moved and his hair.

"Harry?" I whispered reaching over and turning the light on next to me trying not to bump my arm or put pressure on it.

"I'm sorry did I wake you?" He said quietly tip-toeing across the floor over to my bed.

"Nah." I tried to sit up and managed to before he could help me. 

Harry came and sat on the side of the bed near my knees. He looked at my arm for what felt like minutes until I broke the silence, "Why are you in here?"

"Do you need some pain killers?" Harry asked me looking directly into my eyes. Ignoring my previous question.

"No." I said a little annoyed that he just came in here when I was trying to sleep. I don’t think I was going to get much sleep anyway.

"How's your nose where Louis punched you?" I asked softly. I really wasn't in the mood for arguments or fights.

"Fine." Harry replied. 

This talk was getting more and more awkward by the minute. Could I even call it a talk? Harry just came in here and I have no idea why. He stared at his fingers and played nervously with them while I just sat and watched him.

I just sat there waiting for him to talk. He moved his hand up to his face and wiped just under his eye with his pointer finger. As in he was wiping away a tear. I didn't know what to do so I just sat there silently.

He sniffled and began, "I, um- I just wanted to um- err." He stuttered. 

"Harry just let it out." I said not angry at him, just wanting to know what he is trying to say.

He takes a deep breath in and out as if he was to start a lecture. 

"I'm sorry." He said looking straight into my eyes again. He honestly looked exhausted, like he hadn't slept in days and he had been crying. My bedside table light wasn't very bright but I could see pretty clearly.

I didn't say anything, what could I say? It's not like I could just easily forgive him. 

"I know I have been the biggest dickhead to you. You did nothing wrong to me from the start and I just acted like a prick. You didn't deserve what I did to you. Especially what I did to your arm..." He said not once looking out of my eyes. Again, I didn't reply just sat there keeping my mouth shut..

I looked down avoiding his contact. He put a finger under my chin lifting it up so I was looking at him once again.

"The first time I saw you, I was dating Taylor. I wanted you and I knew I couldn't have you. It hurt me because you were everything I wanted. You just seemed so perfect. My relationship with Taylor had a lot to do with management, which I absolutely hated. The only way to make myself not fall in love with you was to hate you." 

I did not see this coming. Harry actually wanted to be with me? He ran his fingers through his hair and began again.

"It was hard, but it worked. I knew that I had to keep it going a couple of months after Taylor and I broke up. But the more I got myself to hate you the easier it was. I know I sound like a massive dick right now saying this but it's 100% the truth. It was getting easier and easier and sometimes it amused me when we had those little bickers." I feel like i need to shove a bar of soap down my ears because I don't know if I am hearing right. 

He smirked and said, "You actually looked pretty hot when we had those arguments." I scrunched up my nose and then went back to a normal face before he saw, I think he did see, good.

"I don't even know what came over me when I hurt you against that wall. I don't even want to think about it but I hope you know I am sorry." 

He just talked a lot then and the main thing I got out of it was how he wanted me when he was dating Taylor Swift. 

Ermm...

He rested his hand on the bed next to my leg and stared into my eyes again before asking,

"Will you please try and forgive me?"

I was taken aback by his question but I knew there was really only one answer for me, and he isn't going to like it.

"No." I barely whispered. 

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