Nobody Compares

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Addison Holcomb and Emma Anderson's life get flipped when Emma's uncle asks if they want to come study in London England... What happens in London?!

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-------------------------------------------------------------------------*Addison's P.O.V*----------------------------------------------------------------

"Holy shit. I'm already regretting what I said out side." I said scrunching up my nose and looking around the dimly lit bar. It smelled like smoke and alcohol.

"I was thinking the same thing., but a deal's a deal." Zayn said as he grabbed my hand and pulled me to a table. I looked around the tiny room once we had sat down, though there wasn't much to see. I could make out about ten booths the left side with bar on the right. There was a wall with shelves full of liquor and a nasty looking bar tender.

I looked at Zayn and he looked exactly how I felt. Disgusted.

"Are you sure you want to stay?" I asked, hoping he would say no so we could get out of here.

"Yeah, let's just get two things on the menu to see how gross it is, then we can go get a drink or something." He replied, to my dismay.

"Okay." I said shrugging and looking at the menu.

"Ew... What the... Who the hell puts this on a menu!? It's not even a thing. That's disgusting!" He said, turning the grimy laminated menu to face me and pointing an item three down from the top on the left side.

It read 'Chicken fried rice- Not what you'd think. Chicken wings battered in rice and chopped carrots, deep fried served with asian barbeque sauce.'

"That's disgusting. Who even came up with that?! We're getting it." I said laughing but the thought turning my stomach as well.

"That may have been the stupidest thing that has come out of your mouth since I met you. But okay." He laughed.

"Alright, now you pick something." I said looking through the menu still.

"Um... Nasty, what about this." He pointed to an item on the other side of the menu.

'Chicken Parmesan.'

"That's bound to be disgusting at a place like this."

"I bet. But I bet all the food is." I replied giggling. A waitress came up to our table and pulled out a notepad. As I my eyes looked up and down her body they kept falling back to her arms and her face. There were piercing and seemingly meaningless tattoos everywhere and to top it all off, red and purple hair. It was... Interesting.

"Can I take your order?" She said, oh so enthusiastically.

"Yeah, we're gonna get the Chicken Parmesan and the um... Chicken fried rice?"

"Kay." And with that she turned on her heel and walked away. Zayn and I turned slowly and looked at each other.

"Please don't ever do that to yourself." Zayn pleaded, looking a slight bit nervous.

"Not over my dead body. That's... Sorry, but that's disgusting. But haven't you already begun?" I asked pointing at his growing collection of tattoos.

We laughed and waited for our dinner. When it finally came, I almost threw up. It looked like garbage on a plate.

"Um, can I ask you a question?" Zayn said to the waitress before she left.

"I guess. Yeah, whatever." She replied, with less expression than a wooden plank.

"How is it that you are still open?" Zayn asked, as he gestured to the surroundings. I gasped and kicked him, hard, under the table.

"Shit!" He said as my foot connected with his shin. "Never mind. Thanks for the food." He said through gritted teeth.

When the girl finally walked away, I burst out laughing.

"What the hell was that for?" He asked me, laughing a little as well.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to kick you so hard. But why would you do that!? She probably has a boyfriend who could kill us with his bare hands!" I said, in a loud whisper.

"I could take him." Zayn replied making a tough face.

"Oh, right. I forgot you were the Bradford Bad Boi." I said imitating his face.

That comment just made us crack up all over again. I looked at the food, feeling nauseous.

"Are we really going to eat this?" I asked.

"No. This looks even worse than the time I tried to make toast." He joked. I laughed and pulled out my wallet, and was about to leave some money on the table, when Zayn stopped me.

"I'm paying.... For whatever this was." He laughed and set some cash on the table and we ran out onto the street.

"Oh thank god." I said gasping. "Oxygen." We laughed and started walking down the sidewalk, looking for a club or something.

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*Louis' P.O.V*

"It's almost six thirty. They aren't coming." Liam said, looking at his wrist watch.

"Okay. Fine, they aren't coming." Emma said sighing, giving up her end of the argument.

"Wow. This is just great." Niall said.

"What's the matter?" Em asked him.

"It's just that, we could've had our date tonight. If they had only told us they weren't coming." He said, depressingly.

"We still can. It's never too late." She said smiling.

"Really? You'd still be up to it?" He asked hopefully.

"Are you kidding? I'm excited!"

"Alright, let's go." He grabed her hand and turned towards Liam, Harry and I.

"We're gonna go. Date time." He said winking at us.

"Byee!" Emma said as they walked to the front door of the house.

"And then there were three." Harry said plopping down on the couch.

---------------------------------------------------------------*Zayn's P.O.V*

Addison and I walked into a club and looked around. It was quite crowded.

I grabbed her and we walked over to the bar and sat down on two stools.

"So, what do you want?" I asked her.

"Um... I don't know. Whatever you're having."

"Alright." I smiled and ordered two random drinks that looked good. We sat there and chatted a while, drinking.

I wanted to ask her something but I didn't know how to bring it up.

"Um, so... Can I ask you something?" I said, biting my lip.

"Yeah. Sure." She said smiling.

"So, I know we've only known each other for, what? A week. And it feels like I've known you for a really long time. I know that's cheesy as hell but it's true."

"I know. It's the same for me."

"But, I was wondering, what do you think about how close we are already and... Yeah. I was just wondering, what you thought..."

"Well, Emma told me she thought it was cute...Whatever she meant by that. I don't think the same thing. I think we just get on real well." She replied.

But I knew exactly what Emma had meant. She thought we liked each other. But... I wasn't so sure. I didn't know, at all how Addison felt about me. But I...I didn't exactly know how I felt about her either.

It felt like, maybe I liked her a little, but... I needed to find out how she felt about me. Did she like me back? Even a little?

She continued, "I think of you as a friend. An amazing, hilarious, best friend." She smiled, picking up her drink. "Nothing more."

I know she didn't mean to be rude, and it wasn't. But, it hurt. More than I had expected. I forced a smile, "Yeah. Same here."

We continued talking and drinking and I could tell it was starting to affect Addi a little faster than me.

"Do you wanna dance?" She asked. "It's boring just sitting here." She laughed.

"Um, no thanks. You go ahead." I said smiling. I wasn't too keen on er going by herself, in fear of all the other guys here but I'd keep an eye on her.

"No way am I going with out." She said.

"Fine." I sighed, giving in,

She smiled. "Yay!" She grabbed my hand and pulled me onto the dance floor.

She was definitely drunk.

We started dancing, and she moved closer, wrapping her arms around my neck as she giggled. I'm not sure what at.

"You're a good dancer." I said coughing awkwardly, smiling and trying to fill the silence. Obviously I was the only one who noticed.

She just smiled. The songs turned slow and she squealed.

"I love this song!"

I smiled and took her hands in mine. "Could I have this dance?" I asked, cheekily.

"Of course!" She said laughing.

I put my hands on her waist and she cuddled up to my chest, with her arms around my neck. I didn't expect her to be this... I don't know, comfortable. She was acting like we were a couple. But, she had been drinking. And a considerable amount more than me.

We swayed back and forth to the music. I didn't know if it was my drinks starting to affect me or if I was just ignoring the fact that Addi was so comfortable with this, but I started to enjoy myself and relax instead of being tense and paranoid.

She leaned back and looked at me, smiling. She started to lean in slowly. I could feel my heart racing as her nose brushed against mine. I could smell the alcohol on her breath as she closed the gap between our two bodies even more, but I ignored it. Mine probably smelled the same way.

She leaned in further, her warm soft lips pressed gently against mine. I was surprised for a second, but I allowed my eyes to close and I kissed her back. We were standing there in the club, in our own little world.

I was just stuck in the moment. But then I thought about what she had said about us just being friends, earlier.

I pulled back and looked at her, biting my lip. This confirmed what I was already almost certain about. I liked Addison, but she didn't feel the same way towards me, and just because she kissed me didn't prove anything. She was drunk. She had no idea what she was doing.

"I think we should go home." I said taking her hand gently and walking to the entrance of the club, pushing through the sweaty crowd.

"What? Why?" She asked, a hint of sorrow in her voice.

"I just think it's a good idea. C'mon." I said tugging on her wrist yet again, but she resisted.

She came closer to me and ran her hand through my hair. She looked down at me with those big green eyes. "Please Zayn?" She pouted her lips, and cocked her head to the side.

It was hard to resist, but I really didn't feel like staying after what just happened. "No, come on. I'll call us a cab." I pulled her out the door and we stood outside for a minute, while I pulled my phone out and called a taxi service.

---------------------------------------------------------------*Emma's P.O.V*

"Wow, this place is beautiful!" I said, as Niall and I walked into his favourite restaurant, Nando's.

It wasn't what you would expect. There were circular tables, with table cloths. Beautiful furniture and chandeliers, giving off a dim and romantic lighting.

"Yeah, and the food's even better." He said, laughing as he showed me our table. He pulled out my chair for me, as I sat down. He kissed me on the cheek and smiled.

"No need for menu's. I already ordered." He said smiling.

"Oh, okay." I smiled. This was going good so far, I just hoped my nerves didn't get the better of me.









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