Nobody Compares

When Addison Selley's family is killed in a car crash, she's forced to live with her new guardian until she turns eighteen- her cousin Harry Styles. Yes, that Harry Styles.
However, a distraction arises in the form of a blonde Irishman.
Right. There's just one foreseen problem. And that problem is Niall Horan.

*WARNING* coarse language, sexual scenes, violence. :)


8. factorising x


"Addison! How long does it take for you to get ready?" I heard Harry yell.

"TWO SECONDS!" I yelled back, turning in the mirror. I needed a new wardrobe, seriously. This was practically the only dress I had. Without a frustrated groan, I grabbed stuff, yanked the door open and nearly collided into somebody. "Eurgh!" I stumbled backwards, but their arms caught me. I looked up to see an amused Zayn.

"Am I that repulsive?" he asked with a quiet laugh.

"I thought you were Niall," I whispered furiously, batting at his hands as he grinned at me. He stepped, eyeing me up and down.

"Gotta say, you clean up pretty nice," he said, with a low whistle. I felt myself blush a little at the compliment, but I scowled just to make sure he wasn't too proud of himself for that one.

"Did you?" I demanded, "Did you really?"

"Red suits you," he noted, nodding slowly. He shook his head abruptly as if waking himself up. "Anyway, come on let's go before your beloved cousin has a fit."

We walked back down the hallway towards the living room, and he slapped my butt. I yelped and turned to him and his grinny face, trying to find a good place to punch him.

We pulled up short to find the other four staring at us; that is all except Niall who quickly pressed his lips together and looked down at his phone.

"Are you two princesses finished putting your make-up on?" sniped Louis, looking pretty pleased with himself for that one. Zayn rolled his eyes. "Don't wanna be late for our own party!"

"Lou, it's not our party," sighed Liam as though he'd probably said it a million times already. "Just a reunion."

"But who won that series of X Factor?" Louis asked in a patronizing tone.

"Actually, Matt did."

"I mean who really won?"

"Matt really did."

"OK, can we please just go?" said Harry exasperatedly, pulling his car keys off the hook. "I'm driving."


The reunion would have peachy if I had known anyone in the first place. But no, I didn't. And I played my part as Niall's little girlfriend, hung off his arm for a while; which on the upside hardly even touched me. It was as though he'd gone all stiff around me again.

Soon after, I left him and he didn't complain. I headed towards the drinks table, spotting a row of beer bottles. I felt myself smile, knowing out of everything, I probably had most knowledge to do with these things.

"Aren't you a bit young and a bit too pretty to be dealing with these?" asked a voice, and I looked up to see a youngish looking guy with some droopy hair wearing a cardigan. He even had some hipster-as haven't-shaved-in-five-months look going on. I'm not one to judge, but then again...

"You'll be surprised how young and how pretty I am," I retorted and his soft brown eyes widened slightly. To be honest, he was kind of adorable. Adorable in the same way that fat cats and little boys are.

"Yeah?" he asked, sidling up to me. I leant against the table, surveying him slowly. "Why don't you let me know?"

"I would," I said with a sigh, turning away to reach over and grab a bottle. "But I'm happy with my beer, thanks." He was smiling at me now, his head cocked slightly and with those pretty eyes. I always had something for eyes.

"Who you here with?" he asked, not taking his eyes off me as he took a swig from his bottle. "A friend?"

"Nope," I said, trying not to think of Niall. "I'm Harry's cousin." He looked surprised.

"Harry? Styles?" I nodded. "Ah, I knew you looked a little familiar." I groaned, flipping the cap off my bottle.

"Please don't say that," I begged with a small smile. "I'm surviving on the fact that I don't."

"Addison," he said, tapping his bottom lip with the edge of his bottle. "That's right. You're Niall's." You're Niall's? Did he want me to retch up my beer on his pretty clothes?

"Don't," I laughed again.

"Don't what?" came a voice, and I turned just to see Niall pop out of nowhere.

"Speak out of the devil," I muttered under my breath. He looped his arm around my waist, grinning at the guy opposite me. I realised I didn't even know his name.

"Aiden, nice to see you again," Niall said brightly. "See you've met Addie." Of course. Aiden Grimshaw, how could I not have recognised him?

"Ah look," I sighed, "Feeling a little stuffy, I might go out for some air." I pulled Niall's arm off me and tried to leave but, he grabbed my wrist and said sweetly,

"I'll come with you, babe." Don't shudder, don't shudder...

"Aw, that's alright," I said, yanking my wrist out of his hold and shooting Aiden a loose smile. "You guys catch up, I'll just be outside." I turned and slipped out of the house, out on to the balcony. Inside was buzzing full of famous people, and I felt more out of place than fat Hollister model.

Out in the night it was slightly cooler. I took the stairs down the balcony which led to a sloping grass hill and plopped myself down there. A few minutes alone was all I had before I had company.

"You look lonely." I didn't have to turn around to recognise my cousin's voice.

"That's what you get for agreeing to sleep with strangers," I answered back shortly. I heard him sigh and approach slowly, before sitting down on the grass next to me. He looked handsome in his suit. Not that I cared.

"If you really hate him, I can try talk Simon out of it."

"I just don't get why he hates me," I mumbled, raising the bottle to my lips and taking a deep gulp.

"To be fair, you hate him too," Harry pointed out evenly.

"Because he hates me," I replied shortly, setting my bottle down next to me in the grass. "Douchebag." I could hear him stifling his laughter and I turned to frown at him.

"Sorry," he said, trying to keep a serious face. I rolled my eyes wearily.

"I think the only reason that he slept with me was because I'm a slut," I reasoned, taking another heavy gulp. Not like it helped with numbing the pain. "But now, I'm not just a slut. I'm the slut who keeps popping out and making trouble, and Harry's slut cousin." I noticed he winced every time I said 'slut'.

"You're not a slut," he sighed, shuffling closer to me and putting his arm around my shoulders. I almost drew back because now I was almost accustomed to the idea that if a guy did that, they were going to pull the flesh out of my arms like Niall did. I still had marks. But it was Harry, and all of a sudden it wasn't so bad. It was like we were kids again, just hanging out. "You're not a slut, Addie."

"Thanks Haz," I whispered, turning so my head rested on his chest. I wrapped my arms around his waist and clung onto him. I felt like a little kid again. I smiled at the thought. "Cousin Harry."

"That's weird," he groaned, "Don't call me that." I laughed, burying my face in his chest.

"You were always gonna be famous," I said simply, "I remember thinking that when we were little. You were always gonna be the famous one." He looked down at me with a smile.


"Even when your hair started going curly at fifteen," I said earnestly, nodding as he scoffed. "Still, I had faith, you know? I just kept thinking maybe curly will come back into fashion."

"And it did," said Harry proudly, "Thanks to me." He beamed like a happy little boy. I realised now, that he was all I had left. The closest thing to a brother.

"Nah," I disagreed, mussing up his hair with my hand. "Still isn't."




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