Harry Styles Imagines

60.Sad Endings

Song of this imagine:
One by Ed Sheeran
I wish by One Direction

"Thank you, New York!" I heard Liam shouted as they ended their amazing show, as always. The crowd screamed wildly and then they exit the stage one by one.

I work as their stylist for about I think three years and I get to travel around the world with them. The worst part is, my heart played stupid and out of all they five boys, I unfortunately fell for Harry. Niall and Zayn are the only ones who knows it except my mom and sister. They told me that I should talk to Harry about it but I don't like to. And perhaps why would I even bother, I'm not his type and I'm far away from his types of girl. I know him pretty well since I am almost with him like most of the time even if I don't want to. Harry's type are those skinny, beautiful and famous girls and I'm not skinny and my thighs are huge, I don't find myself beautiful and I'm just their stylist. Just a typical stylist who lives behind the camera unlike the ones he dated. It hurts to see him with other girls but I'm not in a right place to complain so I have to endure it all. I heard the door swung open while I'm fixing the brushes and other stuffs. I took a deep breath before turning around to see them and of course Harry and his damn beautiful face.

"Hey Y/N!" Niall greeted plopping down on the couch. "God, I'm so tired."

"How is it?" I asked them sitting on the chair in front of the mirror across them.

"Amazing as always. The crowd was wild!" Zayn smiled and shows his pearl white teeth.

"Hhmm." I managed to smile even though I don't feel like it. I felt Harry's intense gaze on me the whole time but I don't look to him.

"You okay?" Niall asked.

"Oh uh yeah, just a bit tired." I shrugged.

"You look pale though, have been eating?" Harry asked walking towards me.

"Yes guys, I'm fine. Promise."

"You should take a rest." Harry said cupping my cheeks in his large hands.

"I told you, I'm fine." I chuckled nervously, not looking him in the eyes as I removed his hands on my face. I looked to him and he'd frowning.

"Harry, who's this Kaye girl?" Louis asked holding out Harry's phone and the caller I.D says the name.

"Oh uh, a girl I met at the bar last night." Harry walked towards him and snatched his phone away from Louis's hand.

Just as expected, the picture on the caller I.D is beautiful, her hair is blonde, she looks skinny and I bet she's a model. Harry went outside to pick the phone call and Liam and Louis excused themselves to get a food.

"I told you, you should talk to him." Niall said sitting beside me. I turned around and faced the mirror and leaned my elbow on the dresser, I rest my chin on my palm then sighed.

"You look terrible." Zayn said beside me.

"Is it too obvious?" I asked.

"Yes, seriously Y/N. Are you even sleeping?" Zayn asked worriedly.

"I can't." I covered my face and groaned.

"Stop thinking about him will you?" Niall rolled his eyes. "He doesn't know what he's missing." He said rubbing my back for comfort.

"I agree." Zayn nodded his head. "I'm hungry, Niall let's get a food."

"Okay, I'm starving as well. Y/N, will you be okay? You wanna come with us?" Niall asked getting up as well as Zayn.