Nobody Compares

This is my story I wrote for my best friend Lily Claire Hayes. People on quotev really love it so I thought I would put it on here for you awesome little potato's.


3. You're so London, your own style, your own style. We're together it's so good, so girl why. Are you tearing me apart, tearing me apart You're tearing me apart


16 Year old Liam's P.O.V

I watch Lily as she walks out the front door, she looks so London! I know thats a stupid way to describe it, but she does. Her short blonde hair is curling around her shoulders and falls lightly out from under her grey beanie. Her jumper has London written in big letters on the back and her shirt features the Union Jack. Her tights look like british flag and she's wearing some boots with London written on them to keep her feet warm. Her fingers have the british and Irish flags on them. She's always wanted to travel to Ireland.

"Liam, why are you gawking at me? I know I look sexy, but theres no need to stand there mouth wide open and stare." Lily's voice wakes me up from my dray dream.

"Sorry I was just thinking about your style."

"Whats wrong with my style?" 

"No, nothings wrong with it, I love it, Its so London! You look like you belong here." 

"Well thats good, isn't it. I am british!" I grab her soft hand and we start to walk to my house, the sun is setting and she looks so stunning. I can't believe that she chose me. We walk for a while chatting about everything thats been happening, then we finally make it to my house. We walk in and start our movie night, I have everything set up, snacks, her favourite movie and heaps of pillows all over the couch. We watch the movie and about half way through she falls asleep on my lap and starts to mumble about me. I carefully pull out my piece of paper and write on it, adding to what I already have.

Nobody Compares <3 

You're so pretty when you cry when you cry.  Wasn't ready to hear you, say goodbye.  Now you're tearing me apart, tearing me apart.  You're tearing me apart.

You're so London, your own style, your own style. We're together it's so good. So girl why? Are you tearing me apart, tearing me apart  You're tearing me apart

19 year old Zayn's P.O.V

 I down yet another drink, then I flag down the bartender for another. I'm struggling, I want Perrie so badly, I just can't believe that she's on tour right now, why does she have to be away when I'm here. I want to tell her how much I love her, how I need her, how she has that London Style. I guess that Liam's song is getting to me, but its true. Perrie just has this style about her, this way of dressing thats just LONDON! I watch as a girl slowly walks up to me, she looks gorgeous and has a beautiful figure. 

"Hey whats someone like you doing all alone?" She leans in and bites my ear, she bit my ear, okay.

"I don't know? Thinking about how someone I know has London style!"

"Lets dance then. I'll show you my London style!" 

"Okay." I let her lead me down to the dance floor and she starts to rub agains't me, pushing in close, we dance for what seems like forever. I don't know why I'm doing this, I guess I just miss Perrie. Wait Perrie, this is just like cheating on her. 

"Excuse me miss!" 

"Yeah honey?"

"I need to go now but thanks for the dance!"

"Sure thing, come back soon!" I rush out and pull out my phone. The alcohol is starting to wear off, I dial her number. 

"Hello. Zayn is that you?"

"You're so London, your own style, your own style. We're together it's so good, so girl why are you tearing me apart, tearing me apart. You're tearing me apart. 

"That was Beautiful Zayn!" 

"I love you Perrie. Don't ever forget that!"

"I love you too. I need to go now, night Zayn."

"Night Perrie." I hang up my call and flag a taxi for the ride home.   

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