Nobody Compares

Adelaide is a sixteen year old Australian that has been through a lot in her life. She's been bullied for being the only Australian in her American school, and beaten by her drunken father. Singing is her only escape. She's been spotted on YouTube by Simon Cowell. Adelaide is forced to go on tour and live with One Direction for the full year. Adelaide isn't happy about going on tour with the famous boyband, but she soon develops a crush on the flirty frontman Harry Styles. But why would Harry love her?


3. Can't Wait Any Longer

I ran to the music room and tried to outrun Sage. I shut the door and breathed heavily, standing behind the door. I locked it and slowly walked towards the guitar room. Picking up a guitar, I sat on one of the chairs in the room. I swiped a pick out from my jacket pocket and played my favorite song It's Time by Imagine Dragons. I closed my eyes as the tears fell constantly. I didn't care about being famous anymore, I wasn't worth it. Nobody will notice me. I'm not Taylor Swift. I won't even get that famous I bet.

 I strum the last chord and heard someone clapping. I looked towards the person and realize Ashley's standing there.

"A-Ashley?" As she came closer, I backed away and put the guitar in front of me, tripping over a chair in the process, trying to run away.

"It's okay. I won't hurt you." She said. Woah. What's wrong with Ashley? I was still backing away slowly, holding a chair out in front of me.

"Woah... Put that chair down. I won't hurt you. Promise." Ashley said. I put the chair down and sat there and sobbed.

"Why are you here? You.. You don't even like me. Have you seen what you've done to me? Have you seen it!? You've made my life a living hell! Why are you acting all nice to me?" I yell, fired up. 

"I was wrong, Adelaide. I realized what I said was... really hurtful to you." She said, looking down. "Look, I'm sorry."

"Well, Sorry isn't gonna cut it. You've done so much to me in the past five years and you think I can just accept your apology? You've made my life hell, Ashley. I almost committed suicide. Words hurt, Ashley. And what you said left scars on me forever. It won't dissolve like you think it will. I don't trust you either, I can't trust you when you were being a bitch fifteen minutes ago and now you're all nice to me. What happened to you?" I yell. "Are you playing some sort of sick joke with me or something with Tyler? Because if you are, You can tell me."

"This isn't a joke okay..." She said, tears welling in her eyes. "I... I know how you feel, Adelaide I really do. You don't know about my past either."

It was just then I started to feel sympathy for Ashley. She has a dark past?

"Dark past? You? But you're the school's queen. You got it all. Perfect boyfriend. Perfect car. Perfect everything. You're everything a guy's ever wanted. No offense, but a slut." I say. Ashley surprisingly doesn't lunge toward me like I thought she would. She just sat there nodding and wiping away tears.

"If you think I'm gonna tackle you, I'm not going to. I know I've been slutty." She says. "I know I've been a two faced little bitch. I feel sympathy for you. This is not a joke. I just then realized after you walked out of the cafeteria about what I said to you. I knew how much it hurt. So, I ran to find you." Ashley said, wiping at her eyes. Black tears streamed down her face from her heavy eyeliner and mascara.

"You have a dark past? Can... Can you maybe... tell me?" I ask. She looks over. "I mean, you don't have to but.. I share mine with yours."

She nodded. "I haven't always been a slut. I haven't always been this way. I had a dark past too, you know." She pulled up her embroidered fabric pink sweater to reveal around ten white slits in her arms. I gasp. "See these? These are from my past. I was bullied, like you, at my old school in Denver. After my mother died, I had a tough time fitting in. I was referred to as 'fat' and 'ugly' and 'worthless'. I wasn't worth a penny. So then, my grandfather got sick. He was my best friend. And he died too. I went through depression and anxiety so badly my father had to take me to the Emergency Room one night after I had a mental breakdown and an anxiety attack. I was that depressed. Then, My father decided that he's had enough of Denver and we moved here to Virginia. I realized when I came here eight years ago that I wanted to show these kids what it felt like to be pushed around. So, I became the school bitch. Popular. Rich. I only got rich because my daddy got a nice job here. I wasn't rich before. But.. I was wrong with doing this. With making your life miserable. I know how you feel, Adelaide. I know exactly how you feel." She clasped her hands together and it went all silent.

"Wow..." I sigh. "That's rough." She nods. "I am so sorry. For your losses." I pull her into a hug as she sobs. "I am so sorry..." I whisper.

"It's okay." She says.

"I have a big secret I have to tell you. Huge. You can't tell anyone I told you this, okay? I don't even know if I trust you." I say, clutching the guitar.

"I'm not that person anymore, Adelaide. You can trust me." She says. I nod and think about Sage. She'd be pissed if she figured out I told Ashley. But Ashley actually feels the same way I do.

"I'm going to be famous." I blurt out. She gives me this weird expression.

"What?" She asks.

"Simon Cowell recognized me on YouTube a few months ago from doing covers and such. So I wrote a song with him and got signed to Syco. My new single is coming out on iTunes tomorrow." I say. "This is not a lie."

"Well, You can count on me to buy your single." Ashley smiles, getting up. "Listen, Adelaide... I really am sorry about what I did to you. I don't expect you to forgive me, but... I just want you to know that I don't hate you. I think you're a pretty down to earth person." 

I smile. "Thanks, Ashley."

"I'll see you in algebra." She says. I wave as the door clicks and closes. I put the guitar back.

What just happened?


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