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. :)


10. jesse mccartney's sexual healing




Niall singing Jesse McCartney songs about sexual healing would usually be fantastic. That is, for anyone but me.

We were sitting on the tour bus, the five boys and I. I had crawled onto one of the bunk beds in the back of the back and fallen promptly asleep as soon as the bus had pulled up. It was nearly lunch time, the sky outside was a groggy grey and I thought it might starting raining soon. Zayn and Louis were talking quietly further up the front of the bus, Harry was asleep on the bunk above mine, while Liam was sitting on the one opposite, staring at his phone fixatedly.

Niall on the other hand, took it upon himself to practice his singing. The bunks formed a U shape up the back of the bus and I was lying on the bottom bunk on the right side of the aisle. Niall was on the bed at the very back of the bus, adjacent to the other bunks. Unlike the others, it wasn't a bunk. It was just a single bed.

"This wonderful feeling is taking me over, your sexual healing is pulling me closer," he sang, before stopping and frowning slightly. He stared at the ground, cocked his head and tried again. "This wonderful feeling is taking me over, your sexual healing is pulling me closer. I just-" He stopped again, groaned and slumped his head backwards so it collided into the wall behind him. Staring at him from my pillow, I still couldn't get over what he'd done earlier this morning.

"This wonderful feeling is taking me over, your sexual healing is pulling me closer. I just invited myself into your life and now that I've got it, I'm gonna need it all the time," sang Niall, his knees drawn to his chest as he strummed his fingers on the bed. He nodded as though he was happy and I sighed quietly burying my face in my pillow, thinking I'd finally get some peace and quiet.

"Now put your fingertips up to my lips cos I just wanna taste you," he crooned. Oh my god. What the hell was he singing? "Now with my hands all up and down your hips, you know I'm trying to trace you."

"Niall!" I barked, raising my head and glaring at him. His eyes were shut, his Beats headphones on. I could hear the bass pumping noisily in his ears. "NIALL!" He didn't reply, and I wondered vaguely if he was intentionally ignoring me.

"I just can’t let you go, your body's out of control, my heart is pounding like I'm drowning, when I'm not with you," he sang, sounding like he was working up to some big climax. Not that I'd let him. I flung a spare pillow at him and it missed his head, but at least got his attention. He frowned, pulled his headphones off his ears and let them rest on his shoulders.


"Shut up," I groaned, rolling over to face out the window next to the bunk. I drew the curtains shut so it wasn't so glary. I still couldn't forget what he'd done. Those painful seconds- which for some reason, made my heart race. Maybe it was my body using it's defense mechanism. Or maybe it was pre-rape sort of bodily reaction.

"Whoo!" I started, nearly sitting up so fast that I closely missed colliding my head into the bunk above. Niall had jumped in next to me, with a broad grin on his face. More like a smirk. He wasn't in a fun teasing mood, I knew. After our early morning fight, I knew already that today was going to be especially bad. No, he was in a cruel mood.

"What are you doing?" I demanded angrily as he shifted about to get comfortable. "Is that- get out of my bed!" The springs creaked above me, meaning Harry was stirring. Oh great.

"It's comfy here. I think I'll stay."

"Get out!"

"Come on Addie," he sniggered, leaning closer to me. "Don't be like that around your boyfriend." I pressed myself far up against the window, and far away as possible from him, but it wasn't enough.

"What are you two up to?" I heard Harry ask in his just-woken-up voice, and I was so thankful as it momentarily distracted Niall. Even if it was only for him to say,

"I'm about to play some tonsil hockey with your cousin, Haz." His eyes were boring into mine intensely, as he leaned in slowly. I felt my breath hitch in my throat.

"Niall, please don't-" I began feebly, but a loud crash jerked him away. Harry had promptly just rolled out of his bunk and fell onto the floor of the bus.

"Harry!" I cried, shoving Niall out of the way. Harry was lying on the ground on his side. "Harry, are you OK?" Niall stood up and I was secretly thankful. The last thing I wanted was for him to shove his tongue in my mouth again, whisper something about how I was asking for it in my ear. Yeah, because I was nothing but a whore. I knew.

Liam shuffled to the edge of his mattress and prodded Harry with his toe.

"Harry?" he said cautiously. He looked at me nervously. "Should we call someone?" Too late.  The noise of the entourage storming up the stairs reached our ears as Paul came into view.

"What the hell happened?" he demanded, looking horrified. "Is that Harry on the floor?"

"He fell off his bunk," I replied, leaning down and poking him in the shoulder. Louis and Zayn were standing up, looking concerned.

"Is he dead?" asked Louis in a loud whisper. I rolled my eyes as suddenly Harry made a noise.

"Forget it," I said, straightening up, "He's asleep again."

"To be fair," snickered Louis, sitting back down as their entourage slowly retreated. "He was up all last night. Every time we go to the club, he always gets busy."

"Yeah, I know," I said pointedly, looking away as I climbed back onto my bed. Funny, I never expected Harry to be that guy. Well alright, of course I expected it. I mean it was Harry. But still, he was my cousin and the thought of him...urgh. No.

"Yeah," Louis continued, kicking his feet up on the seat infront of him. "Zayn got lucky too. Those two are just chugging through the female population of London." I was a little confused. What about...? I thought the girl from this morning was his. I caught eyes with Niall for a split second, before we both looked away uncomfortably.

Yeah right. He was still a dick.


We arrived at the hotel around nightfall. Still, the amount of fans lining up outside, hardly held back by the security, were still there. I sighed heavily, feeling completely unprepared. I wasn't scared of them, or the attention. I felt something prod my back and turned to see Zayn grinning at me.

"How was your seven hour long nap?" he asked, tongue in cheek. Oh he should not do that.

"Great," I said sleepily with a drunken smile, "The part where you guys started putting things on me and taking pictures of it was the highlight."

He opened his mouth to make some pathetic excuse, but I held my phone up to show him my twitter. Among all the hate and the comments about how Niall was too good for me, and that I was only famous because I was Harry's cousin and Niall's girlfriend, Zayn's tweet showed up. There was picture of me in my pyjamas, sprawled on the bunk fast asleep. with Louis posing with thumbs up next to me. Charming. Zayn closed his mouth and blushed a little.

"What can I say?" he said with a small shrug. "You look too nice when you're asleep to miss the photo op." I tried to stay upset at him, but of course I couldn't. I jabbed him in the ribs with a badly suppressed smile, and he yelped in protest, as we batted at each other making weird noises.

"Zayn! Addie!" scolded Paul. "Enough! Where's Niall, shouldn't you two be together?" I grumbled something rude under my breath, turning to see Niall approaching me. He smirked.

"You ready, baby?" he asked in a mocking voice, putting an arm around my shoulders. I swallowed thickly as I felt myself freeze up. The doors to the bus opened abruptly and the screams of the crowd escalated to an incredible volume. They were straining their arms out, to get closer, to be closer to the boys. Niall and I stepped out first and headed towards the front door of the hotel.

"NIALL! NIALL!" These girls just didn't know the real him. Or at least, the boy that I knew. If they did, things would be very different. Suddenly, he was steering me towards the crowd.

"Let's go meet some fans," he said in a bright voice over the deafening screams. I looked at me, bewildered by the turn of events. This was not part of the get-out-of-the-bus-then-walk-into-the-hotel plan.

"Wh- what the hell are you doing!" I yelled over the noise, "No, we're supposed to go inside, we-" He was just staring straight ahead, with a charming smile on his pale lips pretending not to hear me. Suddenly, someone broke loose from the crowd and the entire thing descended into complete chaos. Almost immediately, I felt myself being ripped from his arms. I found myself wishing for once, I actually wanted to be near him. It meant safe. The crazy girls were everywhere, they were swarming like a group of savages thirsting for blood.

I struggled against the current, and I could hear security shouting, I couldn't see any of the boys or the entourage over all the other bobbing heads.

"G-Harry!" I shouted out, looking desperately for my cousin. "Harry! Help!" I know, I was an extremely sad case calling for help from my older cousin. But I was going into shock. There were just so many people and I was starting to get claustrophobic. People were brushing up against me, shoving me back and I think someone tried to spit on me too. Well OK.

I felt someone grab my elbow and I whipped around, smacking them in the face. It was Zayn. There were girls absolutely crawling over him like animals. I gaped at him, trying to form an apology for nearly breaking his nose when he was rescuing me, but it didn't come. But still, he was pulling me along persistently, his arms protective around me and forcing a rift in the crowd towards the hotel entrance. Finally we got inside, to find the other boys safe but Paul completely up in arms.

"What the hell happened to sticking with usual routine, boys?" he demanded shrilly, noticing the photographers outside. "Alright, I'll lecture you guys in the morning. Get up to your suite, level seventeen- Zayn, what the hell happened with you?" I glanced at Zayn and noticed with a shock, that his nose was bleeding. Did I really do that?

"Nothing," lied Zayn, pinching his nose and speaking in a nasal tone. "It's just bleeding, nothing broken." 

"Alright, alright," Paul answered, "No going out tonight. You all settle down, lights out and get some sleep." With a frustrated sigh, he turned and walked off to sort out whatever he clearly saw that needed to be sorted out. As soon as we were in the elevator, I tended to Zayn.

"Oh my god- Zayn, I'm so, so, so sorry..."

"It's OK, it's not bad Addie," he said thickly, throwing his head back to stop the blooding flow so much. "It's not your fault."

"No, it's actually my fault," I fussed, "Wait, I've got tissues." I yanked them out of my pocket and handed him a few.

"Thanks," he muttered, using them to staunch the flow.

"Wait, did Addie do this?" asked Louis, looking confused. Zayn said, "no" at the same time as I said "yes".

"It was the crowd," said Zayn sharply as he could with a nose full of blood. "They broke out, and there were everywhere all of a sudden. What the hell happened?" I glanced at Niall who was staring at the illuminated number seventeen elevator button.

"I don't know," I said quietly.

"Well Paul's gonna whoop our asses in the morning," shrugged Harry with a yawn. He looked relatively unperturbed by the entire disaster downstairs. The elevator doors chimed open and we stepped out into our suite. It was massive, with a high ceiling, low lighting for the evening, a massive lounge area complete with flat screens and a bar.

"WHOOP!" yelled Louis, sprinting off, "Dibs on the nicest bedroom!" I walked in and took time to explore it before returning to the lounge area.

"Addie, there's a problem," said Liam, looking at the others uncertainly. Niall was probably in his room, Louis was going through the alcohol collection at the bar, Zayn was sitting on one of the lounge seats and Harry was flicking through the movies.

"What?" I asked distractedly, looking around.

"There...there are only five bedrooms," he said with a slightly despairing look in his eyes. "I'm sorry." God, it was like he was telling me my grandmother just died. Oh. I really shouldn't think about that, should I? I'd been blocking out the thought of my family for almost four months now...

"It's OK," I said, noticing how oddly chirpy my voice sounded. "I'll sleep out here."

"What?" said Harry with a frown, looking at me as he leaned forward on his knees. "You can't sleep on the sofa. You can- you can...I dunno, share rooms with someone." There was an extremely awkward silence.

"Harry, I'm not sharing rooms with anyone," I sighed. "It's fine, I swear."

"What's fine?" Niall said, emerging from one of the bedrooms. He reached up and ran a hand through his soft blonde hair. I knew it was soft.

"Addie's sleeping on the couch." He stared at me intensely, before he shrugged.

"So?" Hit him with a chair. Hit him with a chair. Hit him with a...

"Niall," sighed Liam exasperatedly, "You can't let her sleep on the couch."

"Me?" demanded Niall angrily, folding his arms over his chest looking an upset child. "Why me? I don't care!" He shot me an icy look, then stormed back into his room, not before snatching a bottle of vodka off the counter that Louis had just retrieved. He slammed his door shut.

"Never mind him," I muttered, "I'll sleep out here, I don't mind."

"I do!" said Liam sharply, "Look, you can sleep in my room OK?"

"Whoa!" replied Harry, standing up and holding his hand up, "She's not sharing a room with any of you."

"But you just said-"

"I say no," Harry said pointedly. "She's sleeping alone."

"Harry," Liam said tiredly, "Do you really think that I'd...?"

"I don't know!" he retorted, throwing his hands in the air. "But I don't know how Niall and Addie even had sex since they can't stay in the stay room for a few minutes with ripping each other to pieces! Who knows!"

"Harry!" I protested. "Jeez guys, I'm sleeping out here, and that's that! Go to bed!" Liam opened his mouth to retort, but I held my finger up warningly, before pointing towards their rooms. Louis lined up the bottles on the bar counter and stood back, proudly admiring his work. Soon, it was just Zayn and I left.

"Come here," I mumbled, shuffling closer to him. I slowly moved the tissue away from his nose. I scrunched my nose, trying not to look too disgusted from probably doing exactly that.

"Did I break it?" I asked carefully, biting my lip.

"No," he sighed, "No Addie, I promise. It just starting bleeding, I said it's not your fault."

"I think it's stopped bleeding," I noted, throwing the tissues away. "Sorry again."

"It's not-"

"Take it, Malik," I cut across him and he leaned back, regarding me with an amused expression.

"Are we on a last name basis now?" he asked curiously. I shrugged with a tiny smile. "Alright then Selley, I guess I'll see you in the morning." I grinned as he got up, and sauntered off to his room with a few sniffles. I started to move a few pillows around the lounge to get more comfortable just as Liam emerged with a few spares sheets, blankets and pillows. He was too nice sometimes. He helped to arrange them so I would be comfortable. I rewarded him with a goodnight hug.

I opened up my luggage, grabbed my pyjamas so I could go and change into them in the bathroom. I was on my way towards the bathroom, when suddenly I collided into something as it stepped infront of me.

"Wh-grh!" I got out incompetently, trying to step back quickly as possible when I realised it Niall. He had a frown on his face, his eyes dark as he backed me up against the wall.

"What did you do that for?" he hissed under his breath in a dangerously low voice.

"Do-do what?" I stammered, unable to meet his gaze.

"In the elevator," he continued with a growl, "Don't play stupid with me." I looked away, and shrugged. Suddenly, his hand was on my neck. I nearly dropped my pyjamas as my arms went slack. His hold was tight, grip firm and painful. I choked, clawing at his hand with one of my own. I tried to cough, but I couldn't find the air. I could feel him squeeze, pushing me harder against the wall like I was crushable, and I couldn't breathe right anymore. His nails dug into the delicate skin on my neck; a few drawing blood.

"I j- I didn't think you deserved the blame," I choked out feebly. He cocked his head, staring at me with such intense hate in his eyes that it burned. He let go and I nearly collapsed against the wall, massaging my neck and gasping for air. I slumped over as he snarled at me,

"I don't owe you anything. Don't think that for one second." Then he was gone.

I ran my fingertips along the cresent-shaped dents in my skin along my neck, pulling away to see flecks of blood. Once again, Niall Horan had marked me. And there was nothing I could do anymore.




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