Nobody Compares To You

The life of Sam Taylor is changed forever when she moves from her little town in New Hampshire to London, England. Sam moves without a job, not knowing anyone, with the whole summer before classes start. On her very first day, by weird coincidences, she meets a famous band that she has never heard of, called "One Direction". Somehow she is dragged into the middle of the fast paced world of One Direction, and cam't exactly find her way out of the beautiful disaster that has been made. She gets stuck in a few sticky situations, that will stay with her the rest of her life. What will her new life become of? How long will the band be on break? What will become of Sam Taylor?

DISCLAIMER: At the beginning of the story, Niall and Zayn cause the band to need to take a break because of arguments within the band. That is not the case! I love them both! <3

<3 *Forever in support of the boys who started on the stairs* <3

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7. First Day of Work

 

Harry’s POV

                My alarm went off at exactly 6:45. Usually I would groan, punch Liam for setting his workout alarm so early and loudly, and go back to sleep. But I woke with a huge smile on my face, and a reason to wake up in the morning. I pulled my covers off my bed and looked in the mirror.

                “Who is that man in the mirror I see? Is it THE Harry Styles? Oh no… No this man is so much more than that. That man in the mirror is the man of Sam Taylor’s dreams. And today, I’m going to prove it to her.”

                I started throwing on my jeans and a white T shirt while I started thinking about how I can get this to work. She’s been hurt before by guys she’s been in love with, and I just want to make her happy. I decided to take it day by day, and I’d start by making her feel like the only girl in the world.

                I walked down the stairs of my building to the girls floor, where another new girl was moving in. I decided I’d be a gentleman and introduce myself before I went to wake up Sam. The girl had ginger hair and eyes that matched her hair. She was wearing a shirt with a British flag on it, so she is probably American. I went to introduce myself to her.

                “Hello, my name is Harry; it’s going to be great to get to know you. What are you here…” As she turned, I felt the blood rush out of my face, her tank top had two characters on it. 1D.

                When she saw who I was, literally the second she saw my face, tears started rolling out of her eyes and she started hyper ventilating. “Oh no, sweetie please stop, I’m just a student here like everyone else…” But tears continued to roll down her face and she hugged me so tightly she was contracting my lungs.

                After a couple of minutes, I finally pulled myself away from her and assured her I’d see her later, and walked over to Sam’s door and started knocking. The ginger girl came up next to me again.

                “I’m sorry Hazza, I just, I am a huge fan, my name is Bridget Keaveney. I saw Sam leave a little while ago. We were talking to each other and she introduced herself to me around 6. She left right after we talked. I am really sorry, but it was really nice to meet you. I hope you can get over my awkwardness, I’d like to talk sometime,” she told me. Bridget then walked back into her room. She seemed really cool, I’d have to introduce her to the boys one time when they came to visit, she’d be ecstatic, or just pass out. Either way!

                As I was about to depart for my search for Sam, I ran into her in the door, both of us butting heads. “Wow, we have a really bad track record of this, don’t we?” she asked sarcastically. I laughed with her. “Sorry, I was just going for a run before I go to work. Phil called me this morning and gave me the job. Did he call you?” I pulled out my phone and saw Phil actually had texted me and told me to come in today.

                “So we need to be in by eight, so I need to shower and get ready. Can you actually help me with something?” I nodded. “I don’t know exactly what to wear to a job like this, can you come to my flat for a little bit?”

                “Of course! And you look hungry after your run, I’ll make you breakfast while you’re in the shower.” Sam nodded and smiled graciously and then showed me into her flat. I didn’t really take a good look at it last night since it was dark, but her room was all based around the colors light pink and pale mint green,  and she had pictures hanging everywhere from her home, and I spotted one of me and her from yesterday sitting on her bed side table.

                “The kitchen is right in there,” she pointed around the corner. “And if you’d follow me to my closet!” She grabbed my hand and brought me to her walk in closet that I used in my room for storage space. She had a place in her closet for every article of clothing. I spotted dresses, jeans, shorts, short sleeved shirts, long sleeved shirts, and a chest which is probably for undergarments. “What do you wear to work there?” she asked me.

                I knew what I was going to be wearing, I am going to be wearing exactly what I am wearing right now but with a black blazer over it with my dog tags. I spotted a short, bodycon black and white tiered dress, and pulled it out. It looked kind of fancy, but not like, prom fancy. So I jokingly put it next to her, pretending to judge whether the colors were good for her, and then handed it to her and smiled.

                “This would look amazing on you, and then we’d color coordinate! So I think it’s perfect!” She smiled and told me she’d be back in a minute after she showers quickly, so I made my way into the kitchen and started trying to think of what I can make that would cook its way into Sam’s heart.

Sam’s POV

                I took a really quick shower, shaved, and then put on my dress and dried my hair, leaving it straight, put parting my hair to the left. I threw on silver wedges, and went to the kitchen where amazing smells were wafting from the stove. “What’s for breakfast?” I asked him. He blushed and looked embarrassed.

                “I went kind of crazy, I’m sorry!” I smiled and asked what he made. “Well, it started with just scrambled eggs, but then I remembered the recipe for homemade cinnamon buns I learned when I worked in a bakery, and well, their almost ready!”

                Everything tasted amazing, but soon it was time to get to work. We sprinted down the streets, and by 10 we were ready to start our set list for today. We had decided on a few songs along the way when we arrived to the shop around 7:50.

                “Good morning, kiddos,” Phil said as he let us through the door to the café. “So I had you come in pretty early, the shop doesn’t officially open until ten, but I wanted to give you guys some time to rehearse. I was also going to go over dress code,” he looked us up and down. “But apparently you’ve both got that covered! I like the color coordination too! It doesn’t have to happen every day, but I like it a lot!”

                Phil went over the obvious ground rules that he obviously has to state, even though we both already knew what to do. Soon, I was snapped out of my dazed state. “So I am going to go get something to eat downtown, I’ll be back at nine thirty!” And with that last note, Phil departed the café.

                “I guess let’s start rehearsing!” Harry said. We went over our set list we had prepared. Everything Has Changed, I See the Light, Legally Blonde, Gotta Go My Own Way, Two is Better Than One, Louder than Words, They Don’t Know About Us and a few others. I played guitar, and he’d sometimes accompany on piano as well. Our voices flowed together in a beautiful way I could not describe.

                What would my friends back home think of this?

                Soon the shop was open, and we played straight until four, when it closed. Never once did we need a break. The sound of our voices together gave me chills sometimes, I really did love singing with him. But, it was time to head home because the shop was closing up. We departed the café.

                “Wow, my voice hasn’t been this sore in so long,” I stated. Harry’s phone suddenly started going off, and he looked really happy and picked it up.

                “Hey!” he exclaimed happily. We continued to walk down the street, and when we passed Starbucks, I decided I’d leave him outside and go get us coffees. I picked out both of our favorites, and then when I went outside he was just ending his phone call.

                “Who was that?” I asked as I handed him his drink and he thanked me.

                “It was Louis!” I gave him a questioning face. “Oh right, I’m talking to the one girl who has no idea about One Direction! He’s in the band with me, and he told me that tonight we’re having our small concert at the London Stadium to announce our year break, and he asked if we could hang out after, all the boys I mean! So I invited them to come to my flat after the show! Do you want to meet them?” he asked me.

                I nodded, “Sure! Why not?”

                We got back to his flat in a few more minutes and he asked me if I would come up and help him choose out an outfit for his show tonight. “I want to look good, this is going to be the last time the fans are going to see me on a big stage for a long time!” I rolled my eyes and agreed to come to his flat with him.

                I have to be honest with myself, the thought of being in a room with five famous boys tonight made me nervous. But I was excited to meet them all; I mean I guess I have heard pretty amazing things about them from my friends, how crazy could they be? 

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