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.


7. Chapter 7

'No'. I thought to myself. He is such an 8 year old girl. I look over at Louis and Niall who were in a deep conversation about who knows what. 

I swiftly get off my chair and walk down to Harry's bedroom through the passageway. My arm was in the blue sling but I still tried to keep it as still and close to my body as I could. Harry's door was closed and knock softly on it still making a noise that is hearable. 

"Yep." Harry says. I didn't answer him I just opened the door. He was lying on his bed looking at his phone, frowning.

He doesn't look up as I close the door behind me and make my way over to his desk opposite his bed and sit down. I spin around on the wheely chair and face him.

I clear my throat and he looks up putting his phone away.

"May I help you?" He asks a little rudely but I brush it off.

Now that I came in here I have no idea what I actually want to do or say. 

"I just wanted to say...ask, I just wanted to ask you what the drawing you did on my arm means?" I said kind of awkwardly pointing to my cast.

He pushes his hair back and furrows his eyebrows looking at me. He doesn't say anything. I sit there not knowing what to do. I twist the chair slight and twist from side to side on the chair. It was kind of entertaining. Swaying side to side on the chair as I sat there awkwardly with Harry watching me.

"You'll hurt yourself." Harry said in his deep british accent.

I roll my eyes and stop. 

"I drew it because that is how I want you and me to be like." He blurted out. "You happy?" He really wanted that? I don't really know if I want to be with Harry after all he has done to me.

I mean he is ridiculously good looking and can be really cute when he is not being a total bitch to me.  

But he did hurt me, alot.

"I don't know, Harry. I mean you broke my arm and I know we bumped into each other but that didn't cause it, you pushed me to the ground." I said not trying to make him feel horrible but to tell him that he doesn't really deserve a chance. Okay, maybe I wanted to make him feel a little horrible.

"I know, I have been such an arsehole. But maybe you could give me a chance and I can change?" Harry pleaded. He was sitting up and not leaning against the bed head. His eyes looked worn and his face looked hurt and needed hope. But I have put up with his shit for 3 months, I am not giving in this easy.

"You can change and then I might give you a chance." I said having the power of a women. Can I even call myself a women? I am 19. No way, I'm still a teenager and I never want to even grow up.

By now Harry had made his way over and was crouching down in front of me. He had one hand on my knee and another on my good hand. His weary green eyes were burning into mine and I sat there thinking. Not knowing what the right choice to do it. Should I give in and say that I might have developed minor feelings for him over the past months or should I stand up for what he has done and how he has affected me. 

"I promise I will make things better. You don't understand how many regrets I have." He was practically at my feet begging for my forgiveness. 

"I am trying to tell myself to believe that you are sorry. I want to forgive you. I want things to not be like this. I wish that we could have got along better." I have no idea why but I feel like I am about to cry. I feel like crying. I don't know if it's because I'm tired or because I am just sick of it. I take a deep breath and finish saying, "I'm sorry, Harry. But I don't think I can trust you."

With that I removed myself from his hold and stepped down off the chair making an exit to the door. I make it to the door and before opening it Harry says, "You know, Bella." I turn around a listen to him and he continues, " I find it pretty hard not being able to walk up to you and kiss you every fucking time I see your pretty face." My eyes widen and my heart is racing. What did he just say? That wasn't very romantic but it didn't mean something. It had a lot of meaning. 

He slowly strides over to me as he speaks, "It kills me to not be with you. Not be able to laugh with you or cuddle you. It kills me seeing you have fun with Niall even though you are 'just friends'" He talks slowly and keeps a strong eye contact with me as he speaks. 

He makes his way over to me and stand close to me directly in front. I look up at him, his tall height towering over me. He grabs my hips softly with his two big hands and pushes me back against the wall behind me. 

I am frozen and I don't know what to do. I let him push me and he slowly lowers his head down to mine.

I stay still my heart beating faster and my breathing uneven. He kisses my lips hards and at first I don't move. I don't react. I don't kiss him back. He pushed a little trying to get me to kiss him back.

The taste of his lips and the softness makes me not able to control myself as I kiss him back. Sucking at his warm pink lips. He smiles a little into the kiss snaking his arms around my waist as I move my good arm around his neck pulling him down. Whilst kissing Harry all my troubles seemed to flow away. Like I didn't need to think or care about what was happening around me. He tries to enter his tongue into my mouth but I gain control of myself and pull away from him. moving my hand to rest on his shoulder. I think he is the best kisser I have ever kissed. His lips are like ecstasy. I just want more but I knew the right thing was to pull away.

We stare at each other directly in the eyes. Our breathing heavy both of us catching our breath. 

"You're a good kisser." Harry smirked. I hate to think that there might be a chance that Harry just used me. All the stuff he just said to me didn't mean anything. That he just said that he was sorry and felt terrible just so he could kiss me and win me over. I look down and try and get away. I remove Harry's hand from my waist and push past him making an exit through the door. 

I cannot believe I just let myself give in that easy.

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